The Blaſphemous Bicycler

Lately, it seems like somebody is getting killed and burned beyond recognition about every other day on the highways around Harrisburg. Now that I ride my bike all over the place, I have learned all the back roads. So, even when I’m in the car, I avoid the interstates.

Good thing, too.
Imagine this: You’re cruising down the Pennsylvania Turnpike at about 85mph (which seems to be the average speed of traffic), when suddenly you’re staring down a herd of 90 goats in the middle of your lane.

No, I’m not making this up. Today, traffic was backed up by a rouge herd of goats and sheep. Apparently, some dumbass in a tractor trailer rear-ended another tractor trailer carrying 160 goats and sheep.

The predicable result: 90 goats roaming around the turnpike, 70 animals dead.

You know, it would be nice if we could put all the tractor trailers on thier own roads….
We could even connect a whole bunch of trailers together and pull it with a single tractor…
That would save gas and labor costs!
Since the weight of tractor trailors always ruins the pavement, maybe we should make the roads out of metal….
Well, metal is expensive, so just put it under where the tires go….
We’ll call the metal parts ‘rails’…
A road made out of rails to move freight!
It’s genius!

I think I’ll call my new invention

The RailRoad

I’m astonished that no one thought of this before me…

When Brandi and I found Cringer, he was living under a pile of carboard boxes waiting to be recycled. This pile was right next door to a massive construction site.

When we took him to the vet, they found chemical burns in his throat and on all four paws. Apparently, he had gotten into some of the chemicals being used on the site. The other thing the vet told us is that he was about 8 weeks old. That would make today his first birthday. (It will be very easy to remember, because it’s exactly 2 months before MY birthday).

His paws and throat have since healed, though he still can’t meow as loud as Wista, though he does try. Check out his attempt at a roar.

Wista doesn’t enjoy having her nap interrupted.

I finally gave up on the cyclecomputer, so I took it off last night. I can’t find my GPS either, so there’ll be no ride stats today

It was cold enough this morning, that I was able to see my breath. I guess I’ll have to dig through my box of bike stuff and get out the arm warmers. Come to think of it, that’s probably where the GPS is, too.

Even though the website has been near silent for almost a year, it seems there is still some interest in regional rail in the Harrisburg area.The MTP is going to be having a breakfast on Sept. 21^st to pimp the idea.

I can’t say I’m fully versed in all the political shenanigans involved in getting such a thing off the ground, but I do think that it would be very cool to be able to ride the train to commute to York or Lancaster. Check out the proposed route.

Of course, it would probably be a whole lot cheaper to improve the bus service around here first. (Dreadful website design aside) as far as I’m aware, there are no bike racks on any of the busses, and the busses stop running around 7:00PM. This makes them pretty much useless to those of us taking night classes at Penn State Harrisburg.

I wonder how many drunks could be kept off the streets by having the busses make a 2:00AM run along 2^nd street.