I don’t race.
I mean, I HAVE raced. I really don’t enjoy it. I like bike rides with friends but I don’t typically ride for speed, I’d rather ride for the sharp turns and little jumps and balanced edges. My favorite kind of bike is usually a trials bike with a couple of extra gears.
I sympathize with our racer who’s decided to quit pedaling and put down roots.
The Friendly Judges got the ugly booth. The other booth with the pretty color discs must be at the boat race.
Oh, the loneliness of being the one with the drive and the skills and the muscle to be way out front in a race.
I don’t like loneliness, so that’s why I hang back in races. Way, way back. Like, the last place. It’s friendlier there. Any spectators that are left by the time I pass? Very encouraging things to say. “don’t give up!” and “You can do it!” and “You ain’t dead yet! Keep goin’!” Plus, you’re going slow enough to have a little conversation. That guy way out front? He didn’t have time to hear anything anyone said to him as he went by. It was all just a roaring blur of adulation and thrill.
Bah.
Sorry the production schedule’s been off lately. Like most folks, I can’t keep track of which day of the week it is any more, and lately I seem to be worse than usual at staying focused long enough on any one job before I’m distracted by another.
This cartoon was done way before now and was supposed to run yesterday. For many hours yesterday, I thought it had.
Anyhow. Bike race. This sound like a good one? I think it sounds brilliant.
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