I was riding my bike around today with no Cycle365 intentions whatsoever. It was just a regular ride–like I do almost every day. ALMOST every day. For those of you keeping a tally of the number of days I’ve not ridden since making my “ride-every-single-day-in-2019” New Year’s resolution, you’re going to have to start a new column. I quit counting myself – ever since I missed four or five days in January – but I would estimate my non-riding days to be somewhere in the 20-25 area. Sad, but true. (There’s some good news though: I’m going to do a re-start at the half-way point–July 1st. True, I’ve done a couple of re-starts previously, but THIS time I’m serious. (Again, thank you to Emily for the re-start idea.)
As I said, I wasn’t planning to post anything after my ride today. I wasn’t planning to live up to any challenge, and certainly not the Old/New Challenge, which I already destroyed in a most spectacular way in my last post. I was just cruising along slowly while grooving out on the suburban scenery of MY Town. I just emptied my mind and dreamed beautiful thoughts. That’s where the recreational grass came into play.
I had already ridden–soared, if you will–for about ten miles and I was almost home when I scored some nice recreational grass. Oh yes, it was some GOOD grass. I took it all in. It provided me with colors brighter and more psychedelic than anything Pink Floyd ever thought of. My head was spinning with deep thoughts and paranoid thoughts. “Am I on an alien planet?” I thought? “Is this something from the mind of Hunter S. Thompson? Or [gasp] James Joyce?”
“Oh, WOWEE ZOWEE,” I exclaimed as I took one more look at the surreal landscape before me.
Look at those colors! Old grass can’t match the green-ness of that new artificial grass. And even if it could, there is no way it could attain the BLUE-NESS of that recreational grass in the end zone, not to mention the gold stripe of recreational grass. It’s golder than Acapulco Gold.
Wait a minute. As I re-read my own writing I’m worried that I might be conveying the wrong idea. Recreational grass, in this case, is artificial turf on a football field. And the turf is so new it is literally being installed TODAY! Football is a recreational activity, is it not? And the colors are brilliant, are they not? And a bike ride is subliminally beautiful, is it not? Sometimes riding a bike in perfect conditions makes you feel like you are soaring, right? The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong has been my bike’s name for a long time, right? I don’t know what you people were thinking.
I did see another Old/New photo opportunity today, but I resisted taking a picture. It was an old grandma holding a newborn baby on a bench in a park. What is the proper procedure for asking a grandma to take a picture of her and the baby for posting something old and something new on-line? Whatever the procedure is, I couldn’t do it.
Strangely, when I got home after my ride, I craved Oreos and potato chips.