-TOB
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Life Gets in the Way
Snot Rocket, Part 2 is still on the docket, but right now I'm too busy herding cats at work and at home.
- The Bag meee-ow
- The Bag meee-ow
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Snot Rocket, Part 1
The Novice
PART 2 | PART 3 | EPILOGUE
I remember the first time I shot one while riding. For too many years, I’d felt I needed to be dainty on the bicycle...so I’d sniff and snort until I finally came across a Kleenex. I’d always admired those who could blow one out and not hit anyone behind them, but I figured it could never be me.
A talent like that takes practice. And practice means ya have to actually DO IT. I always rode with people, and I couldn’t practice something like that in the midst of people. And it’s not like I would ever practice while not on the bicycle standing out in the back yard testing one’s propensity for snot rockets just seems weird. So I’d sniff and snort while hoping to find a Kleenex, wishing I could do without, but not daring to try.
It was a vicious circle.
Well, during a long-ago weekend bicycle trip I had a cold or had just eaten spicy food or was crying because the guy didn’t like me back I don’t exactly remember the specifics BUT there I was. Significant runny nose. I was Kleenexless and alone. People waaay in front and people waaay behind. In the rain. I figured I had nothing to lose. If I botched it, I had rainwater to help with clean up. And, bottom line, I finally didn’t care.
I turned my head, sealed off one nostril with a couple of fingers, took a deep breath and hawked one out...it wasn’t perfect but it sailed off to the wet pavement. I could breathe again!
How did I ever do without?
- TOB
PART 2 | PART 3 | EPILOGUE
I remember the first time I shot one while riding. For too many years, I’d felt I needed to be dainty on the bicycle...so I’d sniff and snort until I finally came across a Kleenex. I’d always admired those who could blow one out and not hit anyone behind them, but I figured it could never be me.
A talent like that takes practice. And practice means ya have to actually DO IT. I always rode with people, and I couldn’t practice something like that in the midst of people. And it’s not like I would ever practice while not on the bicycle standing out in the back yard testing one’s propensity for snot rockets just seems weird. So I’d sniff and snort while hoping to find a Kleenex, wishing I could do without, but not daring to try.
It was a vicious circle.
Well, during a long-ago weekend bicycle trip I had a cold or had just eaten spicy food or was crying because the guy didn’t like me back I don’t exactly remember the specifics BUT there I was. Significant runny nose. I was Kleenexless and alone. People waaay in front and people waaay behind. In the rain. I figured I had nothing to lose. If I botched it, I had rainwater to help with clean up. And, bottom line, I finally didn’t care.
I turned my head, sealed off one nostril with a couple of fingers, took a deep breath and hawked one out...it wasn’t perfect but it sailed off to the wet pavement. I could breathe again!
How did I ever do without?
- TOB
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