“Hi Peeps, Doris here. You might know me better as the girlfriend of G-2, who is the cartoon alter-ego of Greg, who is the dude who calls himself ‘Gregblood’ on this website. This morning those two goofballs rode their bikes to Spring Lake Regional Park. They were so giddy after their day of hijinks and tomfoolery that neither one of them could muster a single coherent sentence about the experience. Therefore, as the only one of our group with any maturity at all, I will be the narrator of this post.” “ They did manage to take a few decent photos of the scenery, so I made the decision to start with those pictures before getting into the buffoonery.”
A field of native prairie wildflowers.
And a special get-well bouquet for The Feeshko. (She likes wildflowers more than anything assembled by a florist.)
A Spring Lake overlook. Spring Lake, by the way, is just a wider section of the Mississippi River created by Lock and Dam #2 a couple miles downstream.
“Heck yeah,” exclaimed The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong! “Bring ’em on,” shouted Greg! “I LOVE bison,” agreed G-2.
They had a collective flashback to this scene from their 2017 bike tour.
“From that point, the ride devolved into some kind of absurd fantasy . . . lunacy really. The loons referred to in the title of this post aren’t birds. These loons are the type one thinks of when one hears the term ‘crazy as a loon.” “The macho man attitude of the clownish twosome drove them into an attempt to be on the vanguard of vanquishing the Vanishing Point Challenge by way of their own vain vantage point — a MINIATURIZED vantage point.”
G-2 rode this new curb from the vanishing point to here.
G-2 hams it up before riding to the end of the trail and to where the yellow lines disappear.
G-2 shows off on the narrowing railing.
“Before too long, Greg became jealous of the boastful B.S. his cartoon alter-ego was spewing. Yet he knew the only way he could get in on the miniaturized theme of this post was to activate the Magical Shrinking Machine he recently invented. Never mind that the machine was still in the experimental stage and had not yet been tested on human subjects.”
Greg gets into the machine for a few minutes of high intensity radiation . . .
. . . and a new ALTER-alter-ego emerges. “Hi, I’m G-Three,” announced the cartoon carbon copy of Greg.
“Amazingly, G-2 and G-Three got along quite well. In fact they got along way better than G-2 and the actual Greg ever did. And thanks to that fine relationship, they had fun taking turns photographing each other and carrying the vanishing point concept to extremes.
I mean, shouldn’t somebody tell G-2 that an arrow that narrows down to a point isn’t exactly what this challenge is all about?
Somebody needs to tell G-Three the same thing. A classic case of monkey-see-monkey-do.
“Hey, look,” said G-2, “I’m going to ride to the vanishing point of this pipe.”
“Hah! I beat you to it,” exclaimed G-Three as he waited at the other end.
“More than one person can play that game,” G-2 shouted from the end of a pipe shaped like a megaphone.
“I challenge you to a 40-yard dash,” said G-Three in all seriousness.
“Too easy,” laughed G-2, “let’s race on a little tougher terrain.”
G-Three got the last laugh when he posed at the vanishing point of a 2-foot long corn leaf. He had just realized that if you place the camera low enough, ANY distance can seem a long way off.
“I hope I was able to bring a touch of class to this weirdness, because otherwise I’d be embarrassed to be associated in any way with “ what you’ve seen here. If left to the devices of those alter egos and alter-alter egos, this would have been a most epic Cycle365 disaster. “ Excuse me now while I check on the Magical Shrinking Machine to see if it is capable of transforming G-Three back into Greg. I am very worried about that.