DESPERATE TIMES REQUIRE DESPERATE MEASURES -Hippocrates

LOSER, QUITTER, WIMP, FAILURE, SLACKER. Those were the words going through my mind yesterday after I was unable to complete Rich’s Checklist #2 in a single day.

A new day has dawned! I’m refreshed, re-hydrated, and fully-prepared to finish what I started. I don’t care what it takes, I don’t care how low I have to stoop, I don’t care what anybody thinks about me, I don’t care how hot it gets, I don’t care how difficult the task. As Mr. Hippocrates of Greece said, “desperate times call for desperate measures.” I’m desperate, I’m prepared to take desperate measures, and I WILL complete my mission today.

I encountered more desperate times today. It was a hot one. The heat index is over 100-degrees. A guy driving a pretty nice SUV yelled at me “get off the road, mother-f—er.” Usually those words come from drivers of pick-up trucks or rusty sedans from the 1980s. I’ve been the recipient of such words before, but never right here in MY Town. I try to shrug that stuff off as being the ravings of a helpless drunkard but, still, it bothered me for quite a few minutes.

And I wasn’t having much success finding the last three items on Phase Two of the Cycle365 Scavenger Hunt.

Here comes the part that required me to take my first desperate measure.

I spotted a 60’s-70’s-80’s classic car. I’m not much of a car guy, but I thought this particular car was really cool. The problem was that it was in some guy’s garage and the guy was in the driveway. I was desperate enough to do something that I almost never do: I rode up into his driveway and asked if I could take a picture of his car. At first the guy seemed suspicious. I thought I had made a great breach into his personal privacy. But then he said “sure,” and was only too happy to talk about his car.

He told me it was a ’63 Plymouth. It was a rusty mess when he found it and he’s been working on it for over three years. Like a nerd, I told him that I thought the coolest thing about it is that it’s a station wagon. I’ve been on a few vacations in my parent’s station wagons in the past, and The Feeshko and I have owned a couple too. But none of those station wagons were as awesome as that thing.

As soon as I entered the guy’s driveway I recognized him as being my son’s hockey coach some 20 years ago. So we talked hockey for a little while. He didn’t remember my son’s name but I assured him that I understand because he’s probably coached many hundreds of kids back in the day.

After our discussion, I realized I didn’t get my bike in the previous picture. I snuck in another photo.

I rode in the hot sun for a while longer, feeling a little defeated. I picked up some food for dinner in the air conditioning of the grocery store. Rejuvenated, I figured out my next two desperate measures.

TIRE SWING. When desperate enough, one must create one’s own photo opportunity with duct tape and a bike tire.

I was worried about the “bike shop decal.” I didn’t want to go up to some bike rider and ask if I could take a picture of the decal showing where he bought his bike. Thank goodness I’m pretty swift. I realized I probably had such a decal on one of my very own bike.

A desperate measure right in my own garage.

For extra credit, a decal for a bike tool shop.

Alrighty then — I still have to find a reel lawnmower. I tried to take a desperate measure on that one last week, but Rich and Helen Waite totally shut me down. I guess I’ll have to take even MORE desperate measures for that one.

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.

4 response to "DESPERATE TIMES REQUIRE DESPERATE MEASURES -Hippocrates"

  1. By: Suzanne Posted: June 10, 2021

    I’m almost desperate enough, but not quite, to post an ad in Gauting’s Facebook group looking for a lawnmower. It would be easy enough but I don’t usually do things like that. Let’s see how desperate I get.

  2. By: Rich-Illinois Posted: June 10, 2021

    Another excellent photo report.
    I do kinda sorta remember 63 Plymouth wagons — looks like he is going to do some drag racing with it.
    Tire swing and decal(s) are cool too. Yeah! Park Tool!!!

    Now . . . . . as to the anal pore who hollered at you . . . . “get off the road, mother-f—er.”
    My reply likely would have been — “If I am, its because YOU are contagious!”

    Ok, that is borrowed from Rodney Dangerfield 🙂

  3. By: NancyG Posted: June 10, 2021

    Good finds all of them. I too remain on that hunt for lawnmower!! I may have to get a bit creative myself. If I had a creative bone in my body that is. ;’-0

  4. By: Lednar De Nalloh Posted: June 11, 2021

    Wasn’t there a steeple at one stage?…what’s going on, I’m stressing..some people have to work you know..this challenge is doing my head in…

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