My 49th just passed on Sunday, but the naked man story is like from from September of some year.
Birthday buds! My neighborhood growing up had a ton of early may b-days, to the point where we’d have our own, then one big one for the whole bunch of us.
I had a really fucking vivid dream that I was watching a sequel to Avengers: Endgame and it was really good but I’ve already forgotten the plot. All I remember is there was time travel with worm holes and shit and Iron Man and Black Widow somehow came back to life. Fuck. Could have sold my script to Hollywood.
I went down to visit my brother a while back and wanted to ride a bike to the beach for a nice morning ride/swim.
So his wife points me to her bike and insists I ride it because it’s nice, etc and the other one needs it’s breaks tightened up. I tightened up the brakes and on my way, due to Every episode of “Cops” ever filmed in Florida, which inevotably involve a guy riding a girl’s bike who just so happens to have been smoking PCP and is about to get naked and start punching everything.
I watched a couple of episode of Cops. They were hilarious.
“Suspect has been subdued. Looks like we’ve found a meth lab in his car boot…”
I confess I can open almost any cheap to mid priced combination bike lock and I used to do it for shits and giggles when I was a kid so I’d advise everyone to invest in either one with a key or a really good combination one if you live in an area with a high crime rate.
I’ve never stolen any ONLY because I was too afraid of incurring the wrath of God.
We used to steal each other’s bikes but there were rules. Removing stickers and a can of black rustoleum spray paint imediately renders a bike your own and unidentifiable. It could have been a mongoose, GT, Redline, what ever.
Black spray paint, maybe a different set of rims, boom- whole different bike.
Not too bad. It was like an involuntary parts swap. Like, “Ok, give me the pedals and gooseneck back, and I’ll give you those rims from your bike. I mean, that black bike in my garage…”.
So, before those things were invented ESPN held a contest where you could vote for the best college mascot.
Since they didn’t put many restrictions on the voting, a clever computer science major at my alma mater installed a script on every engineering computer on campus (literally thousands) to vote Cy, our mascot, once an hour every hour. He won by a landslide that year.