I dusted off the roadie bike today for my participation in The Great Portable Toilet Challenge. I needed to achieve maximum speed because three other Cycle365ers have already posted porta-potty entries ahead of me. I mean, this was MY challenge, and it sure wouldn’t look good if I was the last one to meet it.
It was a good day, alright. It was a warm day, it was a sunny day, it was my longest bike riding day of the year so far, and it was a 3-porta-potty-day.
As I rode into the Minnesota countryside, I gave quite a lot of thought to how Porta-johns are quite an important invention. Seriously, I don’t think major outdoor rock concerts could exist without them. Same with huge organized bike tours like RAGBRAI. Same with large constructions sites. Without portable toilets, no roads or skyscrapers or schools or government office buildings would get built. I wouldn’t want to live in such a world.
Even so, I’d rather not use them. I prefer to go in the wide open spaces of the great outdoors–assuming there is some degree of privacy. On occasion, I have peed right next to a porta-john rather than go inside. That’s exactly what I did when I came across the oddly-placed portable toilet below.
Later–like 20 miles later–I found another one. I drank plenty of water on my ride, but I didn’t feel the need to urinate inside OR outside of this one.
And I was within a mile of my house when I found the next one. By that time I really had to go. I made a video.
I know that outhouse video might have looked like it was scripted, but it was actually a completely live recording of actual events. 
 That sentence is a lie. Gregblood saw Rich’s picture of a small outhouse and he remembered that he had one very similar to that. Then he came up with a scheme to include that little mousetrap outhouse in his own post.