NEW YEAR’S EVE: Party, Party, Party . . . Party All The Time

This is MY New Year’s Eve post.  (New Year’s Eve is a holiday, isn’t it?  If not, that’s okay, because I’ll be posting a New Year’s DAY story tomorrow.)  As always, this post will be all about ME, MY bike ride, MY pictures, and MY self-obsession.  The title of this thing was inspired by a Sonic Youth song that was stuck in my head.

What you are about to read is sort of like a poem. I thought up most of the rhymes in a stream-of-consciousness frenzy as I pedaled.  I felt like a Beasty Boy in Sonic Youth clothing.  I realize the rhymes are quite absurd, but I assure you I edited out many, many more of them that were much, much worse.  After all, I had to save a couple shreds of dignity before the start of an important new year and new decade.

That important new year / decade begins tomorrow.  I look forward to it.  I look forward to the whole new 2020 version of ME.  A more mature ME.  A more sophisticated ME.  A more selfless ME.  A new ME that transcends my obsessive ME-ness.  I’m 70% sure that tomorrow’s post will be 50% more dignified than this one.

But before I can achieve the NEW ME, I have to face up to the OLD ME–both the 20-year old ME AND the 60-year old ME of yesteryear.  That’s the true beginning of today’s rap song.


The ME at age 20 was a resident of Party Nation.  New Year’s Eve was the national holiday of Party Nation.  Revelry was an annual obligation.  Libation after libation, with no moderation.  Lucky I had no incarceration.

That’s how I used to be.  But that’s not the 60-year-old me.  I’m smarter but less fun, you’ll see.

The me at 60 doesn’t greet the new year ‘cuz I can’t stay awake.  Midnight arrives too late, for god’s sake.  I’m in bed by 10 o’clock, give or take.

Nowadays, a bike ride is MY new kind of party.  My cold-weather hardy, never-be-tardy, Coach Vince Lombardi, one-man cycling party.  Aren’t I a smarty?

A holiday on handlebars.  On roads with no cars.  Like riding on Mars.  And then there’s those Sonic Youth Guitars . . .

That’s the song.  The in-my-head song.  New Year’s Eve without a song?  Ding dong!  That would be wrong.

In no way am I sexee, but I am self-obsessed.  Yes, a bit possessed.  I should probably be assessed.  Glad I confessed.

Got a couple more pics.  Just for kicks.  One last goofy fix.

I DON’T BELIEVE, BUT A SNOW ANGEL IS NICE ON NEW YEAR’S EVE.

BEER PARTY ON A BIKE. I LIKE!

THIS PIC SHOULD HAVE BEEN HILARIOUS AND BOLD. BUT MY LENS GOT DISTORTED BY THE COLD.  YET, IT’S THE LAST “RED” OF THE MONTH, I’M TOLD.

 

I made it home from my ride.  ‘Twas an icy glide.  A little slip and slide.  I’m bona fide.

Tomorrow comes the new decade.  Into the new decade I’ll wade.  Greg at a higher grade.  More real, less charade.  More grape jelly, less marmalade.  More do-si-do, less promenade.  More confront, less evade.

See you next year.

 

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 "NEW YEAR’S EVE: Party, Party, Party . . . Party All The Time"

  1. By: Bill Stone Posted: December 31, 2019

    Happy New Year to you, Greg. For 2020 I wish you much joy (you probably already have that covered!) plus a mighty Ogre and a new rhyming dictionary. 😉

  2. By: The Navigator Posted: December 31, 2019

    Happy New Year, Greg! That’s excellent – I love it! And I love that there is a bit of 20-year-old you still around and infiltrating your head with thoughts of Sonic Youth.

  3. By: Rich-Illinois Posted: January 1, 2020

    Happy New Year!
    Now, c’mon February and that shipment of Ogres!

    No resolutions here, old enough to have experienced that “The road to hell is paved with good intentions” lol

    (Ill bet Calvin and Truman could get some great Tech Tuesdays out of refitting the Trek)

  4. By: Suzanne Posted: January 1, 2020

    Love it, rhyming all the way… And as for staying up to midnight, I recently saw this and thought it was cute: 80 years old might be the new 60, but 10p.m. is the new midnight. Except I never liked to stay up late.

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