September 11, 2014
As I hope you have often noticed, sometimes things are going
great. Other times, as you may have had
to admit to yourself, things are not going so well. As you may also have noticed, sometimes you
may want to have a beer from a bottle that does not have a twisty top. Sometimes this is fine because you have a
bottle-opening strategy that you feel is
appropriate. Other times you encounter
difficulties and/or breakage, etc., et al. Tonight my
friend Bob and I experienced a bit of the not going so well/difficulties/injury
perspective. Things started off well
enough as we layered up and saddled up to ride our trusty steeds down to
Margaritaville to try to finish off at least part of my formidable stash of
highly carbonated ginger beer. Sure it
was kind of cool and dreary, all the more reason to get out and try to enjoy
what’s left of these technically-still-summer days. As we rode to M-ville we griped and joked
good-naturedly. We saw a serious-looking
fellow flying down the trail on some kind of crazy aggro-unicycle.
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Q: How
does he stop?
A: Not applicable.
We met up with a small but festive group of
fellow cyclists at Margaritaville. They
turned out to be well equipped with medical supplies and knowledge, we found
out momentarily. I handed Bob a highly
carbonated glass bottle of ginger beer and told him I didn’t have a bottle
opener but that there was a grill right here that would probably do the
trick. I did not mean Bob any harm. The highly carbonated bottle did, however,
explode when Bob opened the beer in spectacular fashion. Unfortunately his hand got sliced up pretty
good. Fortunately a helpful fellow
bicyclist had a wrap-up-your-wound style/compression bandage. He had had it since his Army days. It provided a secure dressing to the wound as
we pedaled somewhat dejectedly back to the parking lot.
Bob seems to be recovering well.
He has described the event as a “lesson learned” in that he has resolved that
we should always be equipped with either a bottle opener or a first aid kit
when we set out upon the taco trail.
Although completely different, yet somewhat similar, our
friendly town of Omaha is now going through a somewhat difficult time. Parts of our multi-use trails are coveredwith mud. Our benevolent
empress/mayoress seems to be hell bent on ending our glorious years of bicycle
ascendancy within the city’s transportation echelon. It would appear that the mayoress’s veto on
creating a multi-modal transportation representative has doomed our town to
gloomy Gotham City-like muddiness and traffic.
However, you may grasp for a shard of glass to cut through these bonds
of despair by contacting your local city councilperson (especially if your councilperson is Rich Pahls (Rich.Pahls@cityofomaha.org) who may choose to help override
the mayoress’s veto. Rich Pahls? District 5?! Holy shit! That's me!
Oooooo. I've actually got something that involves bicycling and typing that might be considered worthwhile! So I am hoping that
our city council will gang bang the mayoress’s veto off the table so we can get
on with some good ol’ wholesome bicycle mud-slinging! I will be sure to provide you with my letter to our venerable city council man/Pahls on the scene.
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| http://www.cityofomaha.org/citycouncil/council-members |
I am not, however, holding my breasts breath. My hopes have been dashed by our empress often enough and I feel that it
is probably best at this juncture to keep my expectations as low as a slumping,
slurpy, slippery mudslide. Yum!
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