Remember the Yippies? Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, et al.?
The wildmen who lit up the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago may have a descendant in the City of the Big Shoulders — a cyclist who gave the old razzle-dazzle to La Migra and seems to have gotten away scot free. (A tip of the Mad Dog Red Zinger cap goes out to Digby and Tom Sullivan.)
I emailed Grant Peterson about getting him a sponsorship through Rivendell Bicycle Works — a Charlie Gallop would be just the thing for Charlie Hustle there — but no deal so far.
Now if we can just get this dude to run a pig for president. No, not that pig. Some honorable swine, like Pigasus the Immortal.
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I think he did just splendid on the bike he has. Made some Heisman trophy evasive moves he did. The jack-booted military thugs likely found it a bit hard to run and pivot in their toy soldier outfits laden with items they likely have little to no training in using safely.
That was a War College demonstration of evasive maneuvers. Damn. Dude could’ve won cyclocross worlds with moves like that if he had a proper bike.
Why would you need that many cops in one place? Raiding a large factory or warehouse? They didn’t look in any hurry to get somewhere. Makes no sense other than to aggravate and provoke people. Some serious stupid shit
Exactly. Provocation is the point. Not the nation’s best and brightest, I suspect. One doubts whether they could meet Sec’y Kegsbreath’s high standards of fitness, too.
Sorta reminds me of the “The Bishop” sketch from Monty Python, where he walks down the sidewalk surrounded by clergy who elbow other walkers out of the way. Smalltown gangland intimidation. Good on that guy for giving them a piece of his mind.
Well played, sir! Or Hell’s Grannies. There’s a Python skit to suit all occasions.
Looks like Sir Dude had an e-bike which I’m seeing more and more, and then some more of. I’m ok with that. Haven’t seen much trouble on the bike/walk trails here as was predicted by many. Actually the assholes are the Johnny Go-Fast guys in their carbon tube sniffing tuck who either don’t use a bell, nearly clip you, or yell in your ear as they are right next to you. “ON YOUR LEFT!” as your heart rate now spikes.
More than one LBS has told me if it weren’t for e-bike sales they would close. I’ll get mine at the same time I get dentures and a hearing aid. (Better start shopping Herb….you’re almost there)
Yep, dude had a little battery assist there — the coppers would probably call it “assault by battery” — but like you, I’m fine with that. One less car. I don’t want one, but at least someone’s selling something in these dire days.
Some of the electro-noobs have little in the way of mad skillz and even less understanding of velo-etiquette, but that goes for plenty of the non-electrified crowd, too.
The close-passers in particular annoy me. The temptation to shoulder one of these bozos into the traffic lane is hard to resist. But then I think of how that would leave a scattering of plastic shards on the road, and how some righteous cyclist might get a puncture and lose valuable riding time on a beautiful day, and I content myself with muttering, “Asshole.”
I use to think a jersey that said “Rider Spits To The Left” or “Snot Rockets To the Left” on the back might give the close-passers some pause.
“If I have told you this story before, don’t stop me, because I want to hear it again.”
Groucho Marx
Might as well have been one of those old Keystone Cops skits.
I think the original poster recommended listening to the “Benny Hill” music while watching.
God bless the guy that got away from the fat swine burdened by their armor. I like his attitude also.
Looked like a Warner Bros. cartoon, didn’t it? The road runner shells a pack of coyotes.
i half expected him to drop the portable black hole and disappear to another dimension.