If yesterday’s post didn’t demonstrate how much of a pain in the ass G-2 can be, today’s Part 2 should leave no doubt. Here are five moreexamples of ME bailing him out of danger from the past, and five matching examples from today’s bike ride.
Before I go, I have one more Greg-saves-G-2 story. There are no pictures to go with the story, because I was too panic-stricken to think of photography at that moment.
It happened on the fourth day of last year’s bike tour. G-2 and I were camped in a Kettle Falls, WA city park. We were working on our journal when a big gust of wind swept G-2 off the picnic table, over the parking lot, and down the street. I sprung into action and chased him at a sprint for more than a block, thinking I might never see him again. Finally, I managed to catch up and step on him to prevent him from flying further away.
So even though he gives me so much grief and I complain about him a lot, I think that story shows how genuine my concern for him is. I love that little bastard.
There you have it; my cartoon alter-ego got his two days of fame. Now he can go back in his desk drawer for another few months and I can finish the last couple days of my June Before & After project on my own. I already know what I’m going to do.
Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.