The Farmer’s Market people know who their customer base is, and it isn’t someone who’s trying to win a race. Cowboy-Hat-BBQ-Sauce-Man will tell ya, you play to the people who are peddling by and see your county-famous tomato-based banana-pepper marinade and grilling sauce who are gonna slow down long enough to make a purchase. You gotta wait until those hot, tired, sweaty, defeated folks ride by before you’ll sell a few quilts or gourd bird houses or organically farmed leeks and pickled peas.
And WE know that very few of the bikes will have baskets, and very few of the racers will have wallets. So we’ll have to wait until the Farmer’s Market people discover that for themselves.
Life is frustration. With frustration comes the need to buy beer.
*buys beer*
As a friend of mine sings, in one of his songs:
“God is Great…
…Beer is Good…
…People are Crazy.”
#Seriously_Not_Making_This_Up … 😉 … 😛 … 🙂
E’yup beer is good!
Put it on my tab or send the bill to my paypal?
Hopefully some of the Farmer Market people have cellphones and Paypal. You can with a business paypal account take fantastic plastic. (one little card reader free, the big fancy one that you can just stick the card in costs bucks and a monthly fee whether you use it or not) So just have prepackaged! Person can then bing and bike off…
Maybe Mr. Stationary Bike will hop there and just load up and call for his support body (the one with the pickup that got his rig there) and just put the bike in then load it with stuff he bought at the farmer market.