LotusExcelle
31-October-2008, 03:07 PM
A number of years ago I bought a clown bike. Its this little dinky bike that stand about 2 feet tall and has 4" wheels on it. Quite hilarious. The plan was to throw a weed-whacker motor on it and get stupid. Never happened. Mostly I have too many other things on the plate... for the last 10 years.
Anyway I took a contract job in February of '07. It sometimes involved sitting around waiting for things to be delivered to us. There were 5 of us techs. Danny was bipolar and when he was manic it was always hilarious. he had more energy than one man should ever be allowed to have (also he had a 10" Schmidt-Cassegrain that he'd bring to work from time to time.)
I brought my clown bike to work one day.
I could see the doubt on their faces. No one quite sure what to think. But my prior example of how NOT to dismount a truck (note: engine coolant is slippery and your feet go BELOW your head) led them to believe I at least had a sense of humor.
I hopped on the clown bike and rode it awkwardly around the shop. Mike and Terry were red-in-the-face with laughter, Danny was amazed someone outdid him, and Kevin was busy trying to turn his cameraphone on.
They all tried it out. Danny especially looked funny. Imagine a 60 year old grizzled diesel tech on a bike sized for an infant. (Danny would reach legendary status one day: I had the idea of dismantling the starters we were told to destroy adn selling the copper. Danny, literally, ran, jumped, and flew through the air at a 30 ft altitude like he was in a kung-fu movie. Starters flew from the waste metal bin like Godzilla was digging for gold)
Several adventures were had with that bike. I spent half a day making a suit of armor out of cardboard boxes, a broom as my lance. I jousted several buses that day. Each time learning the hard way that wearing a cardboard box helmet limited my sight to the extent that I wasn't sure if it was day or night.
We also tested the high speed abilities of the bike. I'll leave it at this: don't hit a bump on that thing unless you want to get extremely airborne and sing soprano.
The bike's name was Gwendolyn Farqularson. And I painted the word "pants" on the frame.
Anyway I took a contract job in February of '07. It sometimes involved sitting around waiting for things to be delivered to us. There were 5 of us techs. Danny was bipolar and when he was manic it was always hilarious. he had more energy than one man should ever be allowed to have (also he had a 10" Schmidt-Cassegrain that he'd bring to work from time to time.)
I brought my clown bike to work one day.
I could see the doubt on their faces. No one quite sure what to think. But my prior example of how NOT to dismount a truck (note: engine coolant is slippery and your feet go BELOW your head) led them to believe I at least had a sense of humor.
I hopped on the clown bike and rode it awkwardly around the shop. Mike and Terry were red-in-the-face with laughter, Danny was amazed someone outdid him, and Kevin was busy trying to turn his cameraphone on.
They all tried it out. Danny especially looked funny. Imagine a 60 year old grizzled diesel tech on a bike sized for an infant. (Danny would reach legendary status one day: I had the idea of dismantling the starters we were told to destroy adn selling the copper. Danny, literally, ran, jumped, and flew through the air at a 30 ft altitude like he was in a kung-fu movie. Starters flew from the waste metal bin like Godzilla was digging for gold)
Several adventures were had with that bike. I spent half a day making a suit of armor out of cardboard boxes, a broom as my lance. I jousted several buses that day. Each time learning the hard way that wearing a cardboard box helmet limited my sight to the extent that I wasn't sure if it was day or night.
We also tested the high speed abilities of the bike. I'll leave it at this: don't hit a bump on that thing unless you want to get extremely airborne and sing soprano.
The bike's name was Gwendolyn Farqularson. And I painted the word "pants" on the frame.