9-30-10, Day 25

To Darrell:

IMAGINE

I went to a Slow Food event about slow meat in rural West Marin last weekend with some friends.  After several hours of hearty eating, we waddled down a country road, the only road through this one horse town, to wake up our digestion.   As we meandered past pastures with pigs, geese, donkeys and lots of small vegetable farms, we noticed this sign posted on every fence at about 20’ intervals and after awhile it hijacked our imaginations.  Yes, there are a lot of bicyclists in the Bay Area and they know how to hog the road.  But the image of packs of 1000’s whizzing along this road singing bicycle shanties and talking trash at volumes high enough to make the geese cackle, donkeys bray and pigs snort to the point where Marin County would budget the production and installation of these signs, why, it made our brains explode.  The only thing we could do to regain our sanity was dance wildly, but silently, in a strategic location on the side of the road until the geese cackled, donkeys hee hawed and pigs snorted.    


FROM DARRELL:

FLAMES IN THE GARAGE