Cantankerous reflections of a fun taco ride

May 17, 2013

WARNING:  This post contains an abundance of gratuitous, disgruntled swearing.  Read on at your discretion.

As you may know, I am a cantankerous coot.  Hence not many people care to go out bicycling with me.  But I had been assured by multiple personages that I would be riding with 2 or more other suckers bicyclers when I embarked upon a ride for tacos at the traditional Thursday night Taco Ride.  Of course I did not follow up/verify their participation because I despise communication that does not involve me blabbering on inanely about bicycles.  Also I like to live in my happy, deluded world where people actually do what they say they are going to do or at least let you know if their plans change.  What I did not reckon on was that many of us USians are lazy, unreliable pussies.  There.  I cantankerously said it.  Now I'm sure lots of fellow bicyclers will want to go bicycling with me!  It's a vicious cycle.  Kind of like this one that I happened upon at the UNL campus where I have recently (just now actually) self-appointed myself Campus Bike Czar at this silver-level bicycle-friendly campus.

With me as bike czar this whole bike-friendly thing is gonna get friendly as all fuck.  Whether you like it or not, assholes!

The bike is a Fixie Thruster.  It is a vicious cycle because it makes you keep pedaling.  Also because it probably has inferior components and appears to be from Target or Walmart.  Let me look into this.  Yep.  Walmart.  I guess if you're gonna buy a cheap bike, a fixie should be a good one to go with since there are fewer moving parts than on most bikes.

Despite, or perhaps because of, my lack of compadres de los tacos con accento, I had a fun night out.  I fumed most of the way to Margaritaville, but then I kicked back and conversed with a fellow loner.  It wasn't very crowded, but got more and more crowded.  I tried out the porta-pottie/kybo and was pleased with the ambiance.  I thought about turning back in order to convey my displeasure at being ditched by my erstwhile comrades to the universe.  Then I realized that that would be a dick move and that no one really would give a fuck and I would just become even more cantankerous (which is likely inevitable).  So I rode on.  Had a pleasant trio of veggie tacos and a couple beers.

Both beers were pricier than last year - $2.75 for a Bud Light draught and $2.75 for a Bud Light bottle.  Welcome riders, you've been Tobey Jacked.  I shouldn't bitch, but I'm trying to get some cantankerousness out of my system.  Also new since I'd been out on a t-ride is a bus that will take your drunk/injured ass back to the trailhead for $10 (if he gets 5 or more riders).  And I heard that Austin's on the Trail down in Silver City is closed, at least for the time being.  Bummer.

I shared a table in the corner with a couple of guys from Team Tilted.  They conversed with me and other nearby diners about the upcoming RAGBRAI.  Here is my lonely corner where I finished one of my beers.  Alone.

I took my other beer out to the bar, where I spotted Lance in an ad.

I kind of like seeing him more these days.  He's more like me.  Angry.  Alone.  Give me a call, LA.  We'll hit up a taco ride.  Maybe a day of RAGBRAI.  Alright, I'm gonna get some rest now and maybe I'll be less of a whiny ass when I get back to you.  Yeah right.  Have a nice weekend.  Here's a happy video to make up for my bitching.