I can’t recall if I ever told you this story, so I’ll relate it here in case you’re interested in bizarre reactions (or not so bizarre considering what he saw). Be advised that this post is rated “R” for adult language, so if you have kids about, shoo them off into another room, or, if profanity bothers you, stop reading at the end of this sentence.
Okay, so you are still reading, thus I assume you can handle some less-than intellectual language, and that you have rid the room of minors, whose ears should not be assaulted by the vulgarity of questionable adults (funny as it may be). This is a true story of two people, one of which was me, and the other I have no idea, having never seen him before or since the incident.
Last spring (shows how tardy I am at sharing stories sometimes), I am pedaling my huge ICE Full Fat monster trike home from a ride. It is later afternoon, the weather is warm and sunny, and the sun is beginning to play hide and go seek behind the evergreen trees to the west of my location, right where I am headed. I just passed the post office and library, and am now just a few blocks, and one big hill, from calling it quits for the day. My mind is happy to be riding this great trike!
This is a 25 mile-per-hour speed zone, being residential, and I haven’t a care in the world, one happy triker. I now become aware of an automobile very slowly pacing me as it comes up next to me. I’m going slow from a motorist’s standpoint. Now, if I had been on my former Catrike 700, I would have been exceeding the speed limit on this flat part of the road so I could have an easy go of it up the big hill two blocks ahead of me. But no, I’m on a tank of a trike today, which I use for a different purpose, so I am probably only doing about 10 MPH, lazily cruising home for dinner (I don’t use speedometers).
So, here is this driver of a small import, matching my speed as he rolls down the electric window on the passenger’s side, and he has an ear to ear grin on his face, and glasses on his eyes, which must have the proper lens prescription because he clearly was aware of the odd vehicle I was pedaling. There are no other humans or animals in his car. Now mind you, I’ve had plenty of people talk to me while out riding trikes over the years, but those in cars driving by have only given me “thumbs up” signs, or yelled out the window something like, “Way to save the Earth!” as they sped by. This man to my left was going ten miles per hour, and about to speak words to me.
Hmmm, maybe he thinks I’m cute or something, and this is about to be pick-up attempt in broad daylight on a public roadway. Really odd things can sometimes happen in one’s life. You just never know. I mentally brace myself for the unexpected, but it seems this will be a positive interaction because he is smiling at me. Once he sees that I am watching him watching me, the suspense is broken and he finally utters this bold statement (his eyes are now off the road ahead – good thing there are no other cars and it is a residential street). There were no formal introductions, so the unidentified man declares to me without reservation:
“That’s one BAD-ASS bicycle you’re riding there!”
Well, that gets me smiling because I happen to think this trike is pretty cool myself. Maybe he figures that I love my vehicle, so maybe that was his pick-up line. If so, he nailed the subject matter to align me with his vibrations. But such was not the case. The mystery man, with eyes as big as saucers and jaw that was dropped as low as it could go, was just so utterly impressed with the ICE Full Fat trike that he just had to tell me. Can you believe that? He was attracted to my trike! It had nothing to do with the suave and hip triker dude in the driver’s seat! But I wasn’t bummed because I always get an ego boost when folks go bonkers over my tricycles, all of which are weird to the average person, but this trike being the weirdest yet. Everyone is amazed at Bigfoot!
I answer back something to the effect of how much fun it is, and all the wild places I can explore on it, and he follows up with some forgotten sentence, still smiling in disbelief, and then motors on to where I have no idea. I am now laughing to myself, reminded that all is well with humanity, when suddenly I realize I had just neglected to tell him the most important thing of all, what I tell everyone who goofs up …
This is a tricycle, not a bicycle!
The cute triker dude sits on his BAD-ASS
bicycle, oops, make that tricycle!