…From what it appears, a nice kick off post is the starting point of blogging; but how the hell does one cut to the chase and avoid the typical “I never thought I’d do it, but here goes nothing…”
I like food. I like drink. I like sports.
I love Boston.
I think about the most random things.
To quote the movie Clerks
Randal: I’m not going to miss what is probably going to be the social event of the season.
Dante: But you hate people! Randal But I love gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?
I also like thinking about what others may or may not have thought about or providing my 2 cents with no regard to if I may come across a bit rude.
My latest curiousities and pet peeves? Funny you should ask…
1. Gangster and Wangsters and their jean shorts or “Jorts”
2. Middle Aged Women with bells on their bicycles.
Jorts are one of those things that you see and ask yourself…really? You really think those are awesome?
Listen, I get it…they look “crisp” and can allow the focus to be on the fluorecent shoes or Ed Hardy t-shirt of a Rabid Panda, why wouldn’t you wear them? What blows my mind is that no where I can think of endorses this garb, often times just the opposite with great fun being poked at these things now concatenated into the singular word JORTS.
so where am I going with this? No clue, it just amazes me that one’s peers wouldn’t pull them aside and say “Hey dude, these things are not in style…” Instead just the opposite phenomon takes place, no one says anything and it starts an “acceptable” trend (i.e. stickers left on hats, men in ridiculously skinny black jeans, and obese women wearing booty shorts that say “Cutie”)
It simply leaves me shaking my head.
OK – so now you’re probably wondering about the thought on bike bells!? Well it’s simple really. I recently decided to get back into running…my spring/summer of de-fatting process in full swing. So as I am running along the Charles, plenty of room mind you on both my left and right (this has happened a few times now), I get a little *cling cling* for me to turn, observe, and move out of the way. What happened to vocal chords and why are you on a mountain bike if you can’t go around me, even if it means hitting some mowed lawn. So now, I am running, a little annoyed having just been chimed at, literally….and I get to thinking; if it wasn’t for this demographic of middle-aged women who insist on using these said bike horns, they would go away forever. Like any product, it gets boiled down to Supply & Demand…stop buying these silly bike toys…companies will stop making them. So as I run and I hear more and more of these *cling cling* noises I am actually getting mad (which is good…keeps my mind off the fact I am running); we all have to suffer because these bell companies think there is still a market for them, unbenounced to them it’s a small niche who simply can’t pull it together.
I don’t know…maybe I can’t even elaborate my full thought process, but this did kind of feel good to start banging the keys; I find you get weird looks from friends if you go on a bicycle bell rant at random. Who knew!?