Hi there.
I prescribe you go riding. Spin the wheels on your bike.
I was spinning the wheels on my bike. Then I find myself in this thread.
Too much Drama here .Everyone here need to spin the wheels on there bike.
I was looking for some nice things about the WW brand.
Instead I find bickering like all wanna be writers and crickets.
Wanna be critics. Show me some pictures.
I can not read. I like pictures better.
Here's a cricket chirp, 'brother cyclist' tip: You must learn to read.
Reading skills are a prerequisite for communications (humor) and very important to a cyclist.
What if a lady likes your tightie - tights and slips you a note? You'd be like 'duuuuuuuuh'?
And not reading well can dangerous.
Fer' instance, there might be a sign: "Bridge out ahead"; "Caution: 'Rabid Moose in Rut' Area"; "Warning: Downed Power Lines"; "Missing Persons. Any information on the 23 people having gone missing in this area over the past two months ... etc"; "Navy Bombing Range"; "Pot Patch Ahead. Trespassers Will be ....". "Cougar/ Black Bear ALERT"; Alligator Crossing" ...
... as you go placidly "spinning the wheels", pedaling by and end up a morsel for a bear - after having been infected with plague, assaulted by a sex crazed moose that found you drowned in the river with the bridge out, where you were left by the serial killer - electrocuted by pot farmers and riddled with holes from your bombing range excursion
.
Ruin your whole day.
It's an existential world out there with 'wheels spinning'
without a clue. You must learn to read, my brother.
Differences in opinion; satirical humor; documenting firsthand experiences; condolences for a respected hearty comrade's injuries; occasional frustration; preferences, outcomes, and a busload of ignorance (that sounded good) being debunked, et al are products a robust conversation, not "Drama" and "Bickering".
Keep in mind this all said by an old man in jest.
I can't wait to see your mountain, trail runs on that Hydra.
My Old Dog from Lahaina (A Jeweler for Pang for years) say's : Be sure and look up.
Do the buds really "grow on trees" there ? Maybe they train monkeys to carry water up the trees?
In Cali and the Left Coast when an area gets invaded and stuff is 'found' (that was never lost), the owners have been known to cut down what's mature, boobytrap the immature plants and leave. It costs them half the crop and they have a big investment, five months time, and it's all over because someone knows where it is. Some of these guys are Vets. All of them are serious or they won't last a season. Many are 'mean as a snake'. Bootleggers usually are. These ain't hippies.
All jokes aside, the violence is no joke. Being doused by a tripwire rigged container of pure malathion is definitely no joke, nor are Punji sticks.
It would've been a fascinating sub-culture topic for Tom Wolfe (The
Electric Kool-Aid
Acid Test)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Electric_Kool-Aid_Acid_Test His book "The Pump House Gang" even has a story about two local San Diego surfers who committed suicide together.
Unfortunately he passed on a few years back - no doubt open casket and him 'decked to the nines'.
That guy was a real 'dresser'.
Just bein'
Fn'F