WHEN GRASS GOES TO SEED, YOUR CITY GOES TO CRAZY

Well, hello there fans. I mean fan. I mean no one. I mean, I haven't written in a while, so I'll try something here. Went for a quick coffee/bike cruise down through the forest (I mean river) yesterday morning - and it was quite pleasant, albeit a tad strange. Within moments of finding and sitting on a nice little bench with a nice little view of a nice little river, I was overcome with scenes of instant oddness. First a black late 90's grand prix flew by me, heading west on the bike path. It narrowly missed a dad and his two daughters on roller blades and a women who's big black and leash-less dog was running crazily after some other man's frightened little white pooch. I could barely contain my surprise and perfectly made double double as I viewed this awe inspiring mid morning mayhem. Just as the grand prix bolted past me, so too did this hippy-ish looking mid thirties gentlemen in dirty and ripped jeans on a long skateboard looking devise that, when twisted and turned back and forth made it go faster. The whole set up looked weird, tiring, and loud, but economical if you could deal with the burning legs, awkward positioning and curiously staring eyes. The lost and confused Chinese man driving the Grand Prix was eventually escorted back out of the no-cars-allowed bike and walking path by a chick cop on a Norco, who surely gave him a stupid ticket or a stern lecture on his misguided adventure. The lady who's dog shouldn't have been leash-less to begin with was given a quick and equally stern message from the man with the little dog who was on a leash. "Hey, get your dog on a leash, lady!" And the long haired dude with the funky swivel-board? I met up with him at the end of the trail, where he was sweating profusely, smoking a cigarette and looking either totally satisfied with his work-out or super pissed that he had to do the same thing over again. This time into the wind.