A Disney-Like Day With Only One Hazard
The sunshine was brilliant out the front window of my Greg Room this morning. A light dusting of fresh snow on my car, the mail box, and the streets, made the world look clean and pure and incredibly white. Gentle wisps of wind occasionally blew glistening snowflakes from tree branches to the ground, and each falling snowflake had its own distinct sparkle — as if it was generated in the wake of Tinkerbell’s magic wand.
The supernatural beauty of my world continued when I rode my bike. The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong was as giddy as Alladin’s magic carpet.
And the two love birds on a wire seen in the title picture were every bit as cute as any of the bluebirds flitting about in numerous Disney films.
Yet, like any great Disney movie plot, there was a villain who was bent on destroying this tranquil wonderland. In this case, it was the doom-and-gloom weatherman, Storm Chaser Greg . . . and his equally evil minion, G-2.
As always, there was a happy ending in this Disney adventure. I rode my bike without having to take any more pictures and without those alter-ego nuisances G-2 and Storm Chaser Greg. When I got back home to The Feeshko, I felt the strange urge to make a spaghetti dinner.
gregblood
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.
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And you just left G2 stranded in the snow loke that?
No way! I’m the GOOD guy. That was Storm Chaser Greg who did that.
Ok so now we know you have at least TWO alter egos. Hmmmmm. How will we know which one we are talking to I wonder. What a squeaky walk the Storm Chaser Guy had.
What is it the psychiatrists call it? Something like “multiple personality disorder?” Yeah, I think that might describe me.
Sand can get squeaky too. Must be something to do with the shape of the particles. South coast of WA and Panama city, Florida is where I’ve experienced it.
Come to think of it, I have experienced the sand-squeaking phenomenon too, but I can’t exactly remember where. I’m guessing it would have been on one of the beaches along Lake Superior’s southern shore. If so, the squeaking might have kept the black bears away.
Ha! I’d forgotten about squeaky snow. You are right, it is pretty annoying. There’s a squeaky sand beach at Wilson’s Prom in Victoria, too. And I was never big into Disney stuff, so I was pretty bummed when they bought the Muppets after Jim Henson died. And even more bummed that they’ve never done much with all that IP.