A couple of weeks ago I tried to set up my own account on Cycle365, but something either went wrong with the registration system or else I was a victim of cardboard-cartoon-character-alter-ego discrimination. I guess it doesn’t really matter what the reason was for my rejection because I was able to hack into “gregblood’s” account and now I can post my own rides for the Cycle Life Challenge. Actually, I can do pretty much anything I want now, and the very FIRST thing I’m going to do is change his password so he can’t access this site–at least for the next few weeks. That will keep him from posting the same old, ridiculous, self-serving garbage that he’s been writing here for the last year or so. In its place, you will get to read the fresh, meaningful, and insightful literature that I will be posting for the big challenge.
This morning I invited Doris to go on a bike ride with me. She wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of riding around on icy streets, but she changed her mind when I told her about my plan to view some of the best icicles in town. Some cartoon characters like to ride their bikes to view colorful autumn leaves, and some like to ride around to see Christmas light displays, and some like to look at flora and fauna. Doris and I like to view ICICLES!
The deal maker, however, was my promise to take her out to lunch afterward. The lunch will fulfill the “purchase” part of The Cycle Life Challenge. But before we get to that, here are some pictures from our tour de icicle.
Doris and I saw literally thousands of beautiful icicles today but, unlike that joker “gregblood,” we refuse to bore you with picture after picture after boring picture. Besides, we were getting too hungry to waste much more time with photography. After about an hour of bike touring, we rode over to one of the many fine restaurants in Hastings, Minnesota. This particular establishment serves up THE very finest broasted chicken in the entire Midtown neighborhood of our city.
See you next time. Doris and I are already planning some kind of ride in tomorrow’s snowstorm.