We have been cycling around a lot this week. It's good to be back on the road, though it's harder to heckle pedestrians without access to a good, loud car horn. On Saturday I cycled past a young stud doing a walk of shame, but as I got close enough to see his maroon brogues I realised he was just a hipster with sore dancing feet and I muddled up my heckle at the eleventh hour. I spent that afternoon pining for my Hyundai.
I've been heckled in return while cycling, as well. Heaving up a big hill, I was cheered on by a geeky highschooler who had just stepped off the bus. As I looked back on her from the top of the hill she was applauding me. Later while riding along a narrow walkway, I slowed down for a four year old kid who stood purposefully in my path. The kid stopped me, complemented my bike and then asked a series of probing questions about its functions. Finally she rang the bell and I was allowed to go on.
There is one pretty massive benefit to cycling everywhere, though. You can see things that happen in nature. Things that probably happen every day but are by no means unimpressive. Things like a magpie fighting a pelican.
Speaking of hipsters, Hyundais and rad things in nature, I want to draw some attention to my friend Fergal who is growing a moustache for Movember. I used to kind of think that Movember was a bit stupid but that was before I hit puberty. Now, the sight of a moustache makes me feel alternatley inferior and giddy. I feel the only analogy I can use to describe this feeling is the image of the magpie and the pelican. Imagine the pelican is Mickey Rourke and the pelican is Obama. The magpie (Obama) is pretty good--witty and sharp, with a fine collection of suits. He's also sort of down with the vernacular of youth culture, which makes him seem like he's only accepted the job as being 'the man' so he can get his bit heard. Despite all this, he's not Mickey Rourke, the pelican.
In the fight, Mickey Rourke was checking out his span in the centre of a field when Obama came up to remind him whose patch he was on. Mickey Rourke stretched out his neck and showed off his large excess skin folds. I guess in bird language that means 'I don't want to eat your babies'. It also could have meant 'I'm going to eat your babies' but Mickey Rourke seemed pretty nonchalant so I doubt it. I guess Obama didn't like it anyway because he kept swooping. Eventually Mickey Rourke flew away. He still seemed pretty blaze.
It has been a vivid few weeks. More again soon. If you would like to suggest any keywords please email us at showmeyourswagger@gmail.com. Finally, if you have any suggestions as to how to make our blog not look like the website for the North Korean government, that would also be pretty special for us.
