Sign
“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?”
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?”
~Five Man Electric Band~
This week the PCRs decided (okay, Big Man did) it was
time for a flat ride, for which Prez. was grateful. So they followed Big Man and witnessed many
signs along the way.
Sign
that the PCR member’s collective IQ is below average: They follow Big Man. For example, when they followed him this week to
travel along the Legacy Trail, they encountered an eight foot high fence, one
that Trump would endorse, blocking the trail with a big sign informing them the
trail was closed. Duh, as if the eight
foot fortress was not a compelling enough sign that they were not going to be
riding on the trail. However, they were riding with Big Man, so even a 40 foot
fence might not be tall enough.
Sign
that PCR’s have early onset dementia (okay in Bruner’s case it is not early
onset): Week
after week they keep following the Big Man even though he takes them places they never
planned. They get home two hours later than they told their better halves because they have to make stops for him to take pictures of everything and to talk with everyone.
Sign
that Mr. MBA is all talk and no action: Mr. MBA was a no-show today and
notwithstanding the fact that Big Man rearranged the trip to southern Utah next
week so Mr. MBA could attend, he backed out. Well you know what they say about
teachers: those who can do; those who
can’t….
Sign
that Bruner does not have many lives left:
Bruner got into a duel with a curb this morning, and
let’s just say that the only thing standing within a block radius of the
incident was the curb.
Sign
that SLC has grown up: The
new George S. and Dolores Dore Eccles Theater, which the PCRs visited on their way home. They are sure that none of its
broad-minded, all-inclusive, hoity-toity patrons will mind the stench left behind
when PCR members sat with their sweat drench biking regalia on the new plush velvet
seats. Nice job former Mayor
Becker. You are a visionary.
Sign
that Big Man never grew up: Evidence
that Big Man never matured emotionally beyond the 9th grade was
demonstrated by the manner in which he ran around the Eccles Theater in his
tights amongst refined patrons taking video recordings of the performances.
Sign
that the Bicycling Season is ending: PCR
members donned so much cold weather gear for this morning’s ride that they appeared as ticks about to pop. Also, they saw fields dotted with orange
pumpkins signaling Halloween is around the corner and it is getting too cold to
ride outside.
Sign you are living in the past: Bruner sporting his LOTOJA tag on his bike two months after the race was over.
Sign you are living in the past: Bruner sporting his LOTOJA tag on his bike two months after the race was over.
Sign
that it is not all about the Bike: It
took them four hours for a ride that should have taken three. They had to stop
and take pictures of cows, visit Starbucks to swill hot chocolate, visit the grand opening of the Eccles Theater, and listen to Big Man’s endless chatter
with whomever would listen to him or would at least feign listening.
It was a beautiful autumn day.
YIPPY SKIPPY
It's still dark
What's The DEAL??
Here Comes the Sun!
Hey, look at all those pumpkins...
What Time Is It?
Did I tell you I road 206 miles, 3 states, in 1 day
and my number was 506?
SECURITY!!
Who put that curb there???
Judge are you listening?? I'm talking to U!
Wow what an awesome group of riders, loving life and sharing happiness.
ReplyDeleteBest to you! Marilyn
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