Big Guy. Little Bike.

There are some things in life I just don't understand. One of which.....why on earth would a guy this big want to ride a bike that small? I am told it's the "new thing." But really, how does the bike support all that man?

It looks like the hardware is gonna cave at any moment - sending this dear rider (and friend) into a near asphalt-bound experience. The up side? I guess he wouldn't have far to fall.

Is it just me, or does this look like a circus trick? I can hear the creepy music playing in the background.

I must say, I'm impressed at his alarming flexibility. It isn't easy to have your knees hiked that high into your chest. Almost un-natural. And to think that people drop a couple grand for these mini-motorcycles. I'd much prefer alternate modes of transportation. You know, ones that are comfortable. That won't leave me cramping up once I've arrived.

Perhaps I've reached the point where I just can't wrap my head around what's "cool" anymore. Am I that far gone? At least friends can still humor me with their meek attempts to fit in. Ha.

Thanks for the video Dave....

Seeing Double

Is there a new potty-sharing trend that I'm not aware of? On a recent road trip, I happened upon a gas station bathroom which defied all logic. Two toilets. No wall. Double the fun - in the restroom? I don't think so.

To be clear, this was not a family restroom. All signs indicated that I was in a ladies-only facility. So the question remains....why?

A construction project gone wrong? Horrible practical joke?

At this point in time, I don't think women are prepared to sit and sing kumbaya while taking care of business. Although, perhaps this jarring concept would significantly cut down on those ridiculously long wait times. What takes ladies so long anyhow?

Nevertheless - I chose to fly solo in this double porcelain. Bathroom sharing is something I intend on leaving to the guys.

Highway Lounging Anyone?

On my way through Gainesville, I experienced what can only be described as....hick-tastic. At first glance, it appeared that the items protruding from the back of this vehicle were furniture. Common enough. Perhaps someone was moving?

But no, this assumption would be incorrect. Logical. Safe. Non-hick-tastic.

Look closely. What you're witnessing here is 'highway lounging' at its best. Yes, two guys just hanging out - reclining - in the cargo area. These road-goers are comfortable. Relaxed. Carefree. All this, despite the minor detail that their lounge chairs are in the back of a Chevy....on the interstate. I wonder if they have a rabbit-eared television setup inside.

The ease with which these gents move about the highway is stunning. After all - what's to worry about? Car crash you say? Please. They'd fly right out of the back with grace and effortlessness. Probably.

One thing is certain - their hick-tastic highway-going creativity revved my engines! Ride on road warriors. Ride on.

WARNING...

Have you seen this man? He is most commonly known as...the blog stalker. Although in some circles, legend has it he's referred to as "lone-family-member blogosphere quitter." Last seen lurking the web for blogs not updated according to his taste and frequency, many consider him dangerous. Armed with his computer and a passion for regulating the free-typing world, his antics are coming under much scrutiny.

Be warned, this monster has an insatiable hunger for new material and will stop at nothing to get it. Except of course....draft his own.

Boy Band Bonanza

It's not often in life that you get to experience the launch of a new boy band. Particularly one that specializes in lip-syncing and completely mind-blowing dance routines. I feel honored to have personally witnessed this spectacular boy band bonanza. The skill, artistry and sheer talent demonstrated by this trio has left me speechless for days. Alright, minutes. Fine - seconds to be exact.

This funky, hip-slinging group can only be described as.....inspiring. I hope to one day achieve in a lifetime what they have conquered in this single routine.

Free tickets to anyone that wants in. What - no takers? Don't get left in the boy band dust. They'll shimmy, shake and glam their way to the top. Justin Timberlake beware.

More Front Yard Goodness...

The front yards in Tallahassee continue to amaze me. We of course had the "whale yard" which I critiqued back in July. And I'm almost ashamed to admit that the spectacular display seen above was recently erected in my own neighborhood. (After which the Home Owners Association created a litany of rules about what one can and cannot do in their front yards). Astonishing.

Why you many ask? Is it not normal for a homeowner to recreate a pond/woodsy/hobbit scene for all to admire?

I was thinking about walking over and hopping in the pond for a quick swim after work one day. Maybe I'll set up tent and go fishing on a Saturday afternoon. Or perhaps get in some riffle practice - that deer looks enticing. After all, why create such goodness if it can't be enjoyed?

Who needs several acres of land when you can fit an entire forest scene into one pint-sized front yard? Damn the economy - we have innovation.

Beer: Not Just For Old Geezers

I continue to espouse that Tallahassee is home to many strange occurrences. And the day I met this fine young 2 year old was no different. Seems this spry fellow has quite an affinity for beer. No, we're not talking root beer. Rather, a good ole' fashioned alcoholic beverage that will get this little one tanked.

You might be thinking....no way, he's not actually drinking. For those skeptics - let me simply say, yes. Yes he was. Actually, I am told that he really likes the taste of beer. (I think this is apparent.) That's comforting. A mini-alcoholic in the making.

I can see the ad campaign now:
(Insert beer company) For the young-at-heart....and the young.