It’s been several days now since it has been issued, but I’m still feeling some serious anxiety over Scott’s “Brick Challenge.” I mean, it’s a BRICK for godsakes. What am I supposed to say about a brick? Something like this: “Here is a brick. It’s, how shall I say, brick-colored.” Or how about this: “I would describe this particular brick as having the size and shape of a . . . brick.” A poem? Really? “What the frick/ why a brick/ is this a trick?” Where am I even going to find a brick? Why can’t I be as perceptive as Robert Maynard Pirsig? Why can’t we go back to having Old Grumbleface come up with our monthly challenges?
To be sure, that’s a lot of questions. But I got lucky. VERY lucky. I was riding my bike today–like almost every day–but this was the first time I have EVER picked up a hitch-hiker. And the hitch-hiker was, of all things, a brick. I have to be the luckiest Cycle365-er of all time. The brick did almost all the talking too, which made my job pretty easy. And I just happened to be video-ing the whole thing.
You should have seen how Brick jumped off my handlebar bag. It had to hurt. Hop, drop, and then a huge THUD onto the concrete. He seemed un-fazed though. But then, he IS as hard as a brick. As he rejoined his clan of bricks, I had one last request of him.
“You’re pretty cool, man. I’m looking for a new alter-ego cuz my current one is becoming a major pain in the ass. Any interest?”
“Um . . . I’ll have to think about it,” answered Brick.
“That’s OK, no pressure,” I said. Then I added, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow for another ride. We’ll go beyond the world of Hastings–maybe all the way to Prescott, Wisconsin.”