Scott and Rocky, the two star-crossed lovers
Hath made plans to bestow a visit upon MY Town
From whence they shall traverse this kingdom
By way of the dangerous land of Wisconsin
'Twas incumbent upon MacGreg
To scouteth the territory
So as to ensure no harm came to them.
Yet, the kingdom of Wisconsin possessed other obstacles to his entry.
The royal guards, much mightier than the trail guards,
Lifteth the bridge over the St. Croix River
Delaying MacGreg's progress
But not his resolve.
All the world's a bridge
And we are but crossers
From one land to the next
The steel grate threatens to consume thy soul
The railroad bridge loometh as a harbinger of doom
The river floweth 'neath.
Beware it's watery teeth.
To cross or not to cross
That is the question
To take up arms against thine enemy
Or to suffer the obnoxiousness of Packer fans?
Aye, there's the rub.
They rub me the wrong way.
Indeed, the heavens have ordained it:
The kingdom of Minnesota and the kingdom of Wisconsin
Shall never be friends.
They'll make jokes about each other into eternity
And their football teams will forever be
Mortal rivals, enemies.
At least God granteth the burg of Prescott
Three small distinctions.
First, a fine clock tower
Second, it's position as the HAMLET just across the border,
Third, there is no third.
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.