The dude continues to pedal his bicycle — his only surviving friend — across the desolate landscape formerly known as Minnesota. He can’t think of it as Minnesota anymore because it has lost its vibrancy, it’s beauty, it’s zest for life. Maybe because there IS no life. As you may recall from Chapter 1, a virus monster called Covid-19 (with a little help from cigarettes, booze, and anti-freeze) has killed off every living thing in that once-proud state.

Yet, the dude has never lost hope. In his mind, he believes there ARE some people out there. “I couldn’t possibly be the ONLY survivor . . . could I? I just know somebody, somewhere, is out there fighting that virus just as I am. I must find them and join forces with them.”

His only evidence of other human life was a crackly, distorted weather broadcast he heard last night on his short-wave transistor smart phone. The announcer predicted rain for today. “Damn,” cried the dude, “that’s ALL I need right now.”

The rivers were already raging with floodwaters . . .

Ha ha ha! The rainy forecast must have been some kind of April Fools Day joke, because it was a warm-ish sunny day this morning. A beautiful day for the dude to search for other Virus-Fighters. And he now knew they were out there because that crackly voice was no figment of his imagination. He had no doubt that some guy was hidden in a bunker somewhere broadcasting his erroneous weather forecast, just like most of the other weather forecasts he ever wasted his time listening to.

The dude circled back to a town once called “Hastings.” Now, post-corona virus, he could only see it as “WASTINGS.” A sad, desperate shell of it’s former self.

The floodwaters have moved in. The citizens tried to get out, leaving loads of litter in their wake.

The dude had barely wiped away his tears before he moved into the urban-industrial wasteland HIS Town had become.

Rusty machinery, broken brick, peeling paint, dying trees, broken windows — was this always Wastings’ destiny?

It seemed Wastings was reverting back to a modern day Ice Age.

Citizens abondoned their stores, their restaurants, their insurance agencies, their clinics, and their homes in a futile attempt to escape the virus monster. (Hey, you’ve got to admit, that looks pretty real.)

Can the dude, with the holy halo, be the next savior of the world?

And so, the dude will continue his quest to save the world until the Coronavirus gets him or until the Cycle365 community says “We’ve had enough of this ridiculousness.”

The dude felt like an April Fool. Maybe his quest to save the world was just making him a FOOL for doing somebody else’s dirty work.

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.

6 response to "THE LAST DUDE IN MINNESOTA, CHAPTER 2: The Holiday Challenge"

  1. By: Rich-Illinois Posted: April 1, 2020

    The store front sign does look real — I thought it was until I read the entire caption.
    First photo looks like a gigantic sneeze about to happen!

  2. By: Lednar De Nalloh Posted: April 2, 2020

    I’m afraid Minnesota has been lost to the Zombie apocalypse, only the forces of goodness (Green Bay Packers) can save you.

  3. By: Hopkins Escapades Posted: April 2, 2020

    No way are we calling “uncle” yet…keep the storyline going! Will the Dude rescue the town with his own concoction of Anti-Covid19-Get-Outta-Here antiseptic? Will he do a genius Pied Piper trick with his magical flute to lure all the coronavirus viruses of the world into an epic lair so the pandemic enemy can be burned into a pile of decontaminated ash never to arise again? Ohhhh, Hopkins & I are on pins and needles waiting for the next episode of “The Last Dude in Minnesota!” Please don’t stop the story now!

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