LOSER, QUITTER, WIMP, FAILURE, SLACKER. Those were the words going through my mind yesterday after I was unable to complete Rich’s Checklist #2 in a single day.
A new day has dawned! I’m refreshed, re-hydrated, and fully-prepared to finish what I started. I don’t care what it takes, I don’t care how low I have to stoop, I don’t care what anybody thinks about me, I don’t care how hot it gets, I don’t care how difficult the task. As Mr. Hippocrates of Greece said, “desperate times call for desperate measures.” I’m desperate, I’m prepared to take desperate measures, and I WILL complete my mission today.
I encountered more desperate times today. It was a hot one. The heat index is over 100-degrees. A guy driving a pretty nice SUV yelled at me “get off the road, mother-f—er.” Usually those words come from drivers of pick-up trucks or rusty sedans from the 1980s. I’ve been the recipient of such words before, but never right here in MY Town. I try to shrug that stuff off as being the ravings of a helpless drunkard but, still, it bothered me for quite a few minutes.
And I wasn’t having much success finding the last three items on Phase Two of the Cycle365 Scavenger Hunt.
Here comes the part that required me to take my first desperate measure.
I spotted a 60’s-70’s-80’s classic car. I’m not much of a car guy, but I thought this particular car was really cool. The problem was that it was in some guy’s garage and the guy was in the driveway. I was desperate enough to do something that I almost never do: I rode up into his driveway and asked if I could take a picture of his car. At first the guy seemed suspicious. I thought I had made a great breach into his personal privacy. But then he said “sure,” and was only too happy to talk about his car.
As soon as I entered the guy’s driveway I recognized him as being my son’s hockey coach some 20 years ago. So we talked hockey for a little while. He didn’t remember my son’s name but I assured him that I understand because he’s probably coached many hundreds of kids back in the day.
I rode in the hot sun for a while longer, feeling a little defeated. I picked up some food for dinner in the air conditioning of the grocery store. Rejuvenated, I figured out my next two desperate measures.
I was worried about the “bike shop decal.” I didn’t want to go up to some bike rider and ask if I could take a picture of the decal showing where he bought his bike. Thank goodness I’m pretty swift. I realized I probably had such a decal on one of my very own bike.
Alrighty then — I still have to find a reel lawnmower. I tried to take a desperate measure on that one last week, but Rich and Helen Waite totally shut me down. I guess I’ll have to take even MORE desperate measures for that one.