The Great Plotnik

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Pedal to the Puddle

Oct 26, 2014. Read a letter to the editor this morning in the Crusticle from a woman complaining about bicyclists. She said "It's obvious the city only cares about bicycles and not about drivers. I'm 70 years old! I can't ride a bicycle!"

Well Plottie isn't 70 yet but he is getting close to putting punctuation on that decade before. So today, on his birthday, he decided to pedal down to the beach. It's 'way closer than he remembered, maybe half an hour there and forty five minutes back, if you don't get flattened by that idiotic bike lane they put in the middle of speeding cars on Sloat and speeding cars entering Sloat from Lake Merced.

Beautiful, beautiful day. Wind, waves, people walking dogs on the sand and trying to keep both sand and wind out of their eyes. The ocean is far from the bay, so no baseball over here. Perfect.

Thank you to all hereditary forebears who have permitted The Great Plotnik to ride his bike to a glorious ocean and back home again without really noticing the hills. Ain't braggin,' just thankin.'


At 5:52 AM, Blogger Karen said...

Sounds like a terrific way to spend your birthday. You are an inspiration in so many ways, my friend.

At 12:58 PM, Blogger J and J said...

Happy Birthday! Sorry i am a day late, but power has been out since Saturday night at 8:30 and I dropped my cell in a toilet earlier in the afternoon! At Becca's for a few hours. Hope your Birthday was awesome!
And glad you had a nice ride to the beach! Hugs!!!

At 10:57 AM, Blogger mary ann said...

Wow - good for you! I would think it would take a lot longer...


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