Biscuits and Gravy

If I am riding along and give you the bike rider wave, and then you pretend that you are riding so hard that you didn’t notice or couldn’t possibly reciprocate I am just going to assume that you are an arrogant bitch/bastard.

If you ride by and stare at me and my bike like I have two heads and my bike has 4 wheels, and I wave, and you fail to reciprocate I am just going to assume you are a full on wanker. Maybe even an asshat. And then after you are past I will give myself and the bike a once over to make sure everything is kosher.

I just wanted to get that straight.

You know what always surprises me about riding my bike? All the things I smell. Like on my way to work I can smell breakfasts in the houses I ride past. If I stop at a light I can smell peoples perfume or cologne from outside their car. I can smell a smoker when they drive past. Seriously, I might not detect them all – but definitely some of them. If I can smell you from outside your car (especially at 20 mph) I am guessing you stink.

And sometimes I swear that I am the only one in this town that doesn’t drive a F-350 deisel. You know, to power through the asphalt of the commute. I think I inhale about $4.00 worth of diesel fumes on each commute. Thanks for that. I might as well smoke.

When I ride past Centennial or Capital High I can smell the despair. It used to be the students, but now it is the teachers.

When I hop on the gb in Garden City in the morning I can smell Pastry Perfection. That sucks.

When I ride past the horse stalls by the fairgrounds I can smell the dankness that remains from the horses that used to live there. Soon I am sure I will be able to smell the poo from the bums that are hiding out there now. I can’t smell them there yet but definitely can smell them by the Shilo Inn.

The bum smell is worse than the wastewater treatment smell (also on the commute) and is a bit depressing, but I get over it quickly because soon after the Shilo I can smell biscuits and gravy at The Pantry.

Actually that isn’t true – I can’t smell The Pantry, but I do think about biscuits and gravy when I see it. Mmm, biscuits and gravy.

I love biscuits and gravy.

Speaking of biscuits and gravy, after that sometimes I can smell the Arid Club – no I don’t think the Arid Club ever serves biscuits and gravy, definitely not pretentious enough grindage for that joint – but I needed a segue.

The Arid Club smells crappy compared the to The Cottonwood Grill which always smells tasty, but I gotta say that The RAM in the afternoon smells better.

Sometimes there is some goodness to be smelled from the concessions at baseball games at Centennial on the way home, and if I time it right the fresh bread at the Albertsons smells good for a half mile. If I am really lucky my house smells good when I get home.