Arby
02-25-2005, 04:49 AM
Good Morning!
Happy Friday folks; we've made it.
So, I woke up this morning to snow. That's life though; it's winter; suck it up right? After a call into the weather station, I learn that it's 25°F outside which means it's Bell Weather pants and wooly nicker weather. After a bowl of cheerios I'm on my way.
I stop at the atm this morning and pull out 10 dead presidents for lunch. As I'm riding away, up Fayettes St. I hear "HEY BIKER!" ... "HEEEEY.... BIKER!".... I look back and see a typical Baltimore crazy looking guy running up the middle of the street... I'm like... what the? So I keep riding, and stop at the next red light and check my pockets to make sure I still have my 10 bucks and my atm card. He's still hustling up the street... "HEY BIKER!"... oh God.
So I wait for him. He looks harmless... just crazy. Big mistake. This guy goes on and on and on about some English 3 speed bike he has at home. And he describes it in GREAT DETAIL.... this goes on for 8 or 9 minutes while I butt in, as nicely and as I can, with "Hey I gotta go man, I'm super late for work"... he continues on, as though he's gearing up to ask me some sort of question about his Sturmy Archer shifter. So I'm like... "uh huh.... uh huh... uh huh... I gotta go man... uh huh... uh huh..."... Sheesh!... finally as I'm about to Kirk out on him I say "What's your question?!"... he goes.. I don't have a question... but man, the bike is so nice... and the wheels are .... bla bla bla.. I finally say "take care!" and just pedal off... he's behind me now and I hear "Hey, it's a Raleigh and it's got..... bla bla ba.."
I'll never stop for whacky people anymore. He probably meant well but sheesh!
Couple of unexciting pictures from this morning. What a slushy ride in today.
Arby.
Happy Friday folks; we've made it.
So, I woke up this morning to snow. That's life though; it's winter; suck it up right? After a call into the weather station, I learn that it's 25°F outside which means it's Bell Weather pants and wooly nicker weather. After a bowl of cheerios I'm on my way.
I stop at the atm this morning and pull out 10 dead presidents for lunch. As I'm riding away, up Fayettes St. I hear "HEY BIKER!" ... "HEEEEY.... BIKER!".... I look back and see a typical Baltimore crazy looking guy running up the middle of the street... I'm like... what the? So I keep riding, and stop at the next red light and check my pockets to make sure I still have my 10 bucks and my atm card. He's still hustling up the street... "HEY BIKER!"... oh God.
So I wait for him. He looks harmless... just crazy. Big mistake. This guy goes on and on and on about some English 3 speed bike he has at home. And he describes it in GREAT DETAIL.... this goes on for 8 or 9 minutes while I butt in, as nicely and as I can, with "Hey I gotta go man, I'm super late for work"... he continues on, as though he's gearing up to ask me some sort of question about his Sturmy Archer shifter. So I'm like... "uh huh.... uh huh... uh huh... I gotta go man... uh huh... uh huh..."... Sheesh!... finally as I'm about to Kirk out on him I say "What's your question?!"... he goes.. I don't have a question... but man, the bike is so nice... and the wheels are .... bla bla bla.. I finally say "take care!" and just pedal off... he's behind me now and I hear "Hey, it's a Raleigh and it's got..... bla bla ba.."
I'll never stop for whacky people anymore. He probably meant well but sheesh!
Couple of unexciting pictures from this morning. What a slushy ride in today.
Arby.