on channeling the caretaker

and mocking hot air surfing etiquette

Alo dear reader!

If you hadn’t yet figured it out, I’d like to begin by stating the obvious:

I’m an antisocial prick.

I love people as long as they are not in groups, or communities or or such.

People are fine except when you bring them together.

Given this, I’m a cyclist who despises the goody two shoes cycling community who come together to pull each others privates and congratulate themselves with how eco they are.

Or.

They come together in groups to go ride the same trails or roads in a great big pack.

Fuck those guys. Too many people mean too many sparkplugs just waiting to be offended or worse, too many ninnies ready to make rules.

With this in mind, my ideal riding group size limit is five.

And even then?

I’m so fucking slow I spend 80% of my time on the road alone and trying to keep up. The guys get there first and have a few minutes to talk while I struggle along.

They get companionship, I get peace and quiet. They get to take breaks and let their heart rates slow down and get the reas…