Portable restroom, portable toilet, porta-john, porta-potty, happy can, gottago, doodie hut, crap cabin, shit shack, kybo, outhouse, Garceau . . .
Whatever you call them, you’ve got to admit that portable restrooms are sometimes a godsend for us cyclists. Sure, they’re often smelly and unsanitary beyond belief. Sometimes they contain flies, cockroaches, millipedes, and other disgusting bugs. And sometimes waste materials are left in there–natural and otherwise–that make you want to vomit. Despite those conditions, I’d venture to guess that most of us have been compelled to use them in certain situations.
I realize there are a few people who know me from other biking websites who might be thinking this particular challenge is nothing more than an exercise in self-promotion. Some Freudians out there might even call it a continuation of my childish obsession with all things toilet-related. After all, I did write a Crazyguyonabike article on the use of outdoor restrooms a few years ago. And I did invent a new religion in which the only official ritual is to pee in the Great Outdoors.
I’m sorry, I don’t think of it as an obsession. I think of it as an area of expertise. Perhaps my ONLY area of expertise. Potato, potAHto. Either way, whether cycling on a day ride or a longer tour, I prefer to do my business on the ground, but sometimes civility dictates that I must use a Garceau.
Like many of the Cycle365 Challenges, the rules for this one are pretty loose. You can take a picture of any local porta-john. Try to include your bike. It doesn’t even have to be a PORTABLE restroom, but it definitely DOES have to be a restroom that’s not connected to any modern plumbing. In other words, a permanent outhouse with a pit toilet is acceptable–especially if it has a crescent moon carved in the door.
I will also accept any STORIES involving restrooms as well. The stories can be recent or from the past. Good stories don’t even need pictures. I included a couple of outhouse stories in my aforementioned CGOAB article, but I think the best one I’ve ever heard was told to me verbally. It might be a little embarrassing to the people involved, so I’m not going to expand on the story, nor am I going to divulge the names of the couple who are currently conducting an awesome tour on an anonymous island off the bootheel of Italy. If the story is to be told, I will leave it to them.
There you go. My first challenge has been issued. Go for it!