Has anyone else realized how much better beer tastes when you bring it home on your bike? If you haven’t, you should try again and wait for the awesome goodness…
As an editor’s side note, I wrote almost a complete post last night, thought I saved it only to awake to nothing more than a picture and one line of text. So, along the lines of Tenacious D’s greatest song ever, this is just a tribute.
Most of what I had typed out last night had to do with how grueling my day was and how riding my bike home, with beer in basket, made it all just fade away. And by the time I arrived at home, I was in a good mood and ready for some time with my wife. We enjoyed the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance World Headquarters’ Social Lounge and a couple of the beers I brough home on said basket. Perfect evening.
Of course, it was perfect once we watched some MASH.
Jumping to yet another subject, last week while I was riding said bike with basket to work, I witnessed a lady rolling up to a stop sign. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but she was applying make up at the same time. Again, not much out of the ordinary, but it made me think.
First, this lady is obviously concerned with her looks. I for one am not a fan of make-up, especially if I can tell you are wearing it. I also find it quite disturbing that a woman feels the need to paint her face in order to “look” good. Hmmm, I guess they really are selling hope. Anyway, the point is this lady was concerned enough about her looks to be applying said rediculousness, but I’m not sure how putting it on while driving comes into play. I would assume that it would be difficult to apply it properly while in motion. Meaning that she would be completely defeating the purpose for the make-up.
Second, I am amazed the things I see people doing while driving. Putting on make-up, texting, watching movies. I saw this guy drive close to an entire block talking to the guy sitting next to him without ever looking at the road. I don’t even do that on my bike and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t do to much damage to anything I ran into. (even though I do have one hell of a bumper)
Jumping back to a completely different topic that happens to be related in the sense that it has to do with bikes and riding them to work, I recieved a text last night from one of my oldest and best friends. This particular friend has never been into biking, mountain or otherwise. I was a bit surprised that he was asking me how much air pressure his bike tire should have in it. This was about 10 pm so I responded and went to bed. Upon awaking this morning I saw that he had replied and said that he couldn’t get the tire up past 20 psi. I informed him that was a bit low and he probably had a hole. He then dropped a bomb on me and said that he had grabbed another bike and ridden to work.
That’s right folks, he left the coffin at home. He pedalled the two-wheeled love machine to his place of employment and even reported to the Alliance that he had loved being out there, despite the wind and couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
MOOSEKNUCKLER APPROVED!
It made my day to know that he had ridden and that I was the motivating cause. It may be a slow revolution but it’s one worth fighting.
P. L. and R.