Okay- last of the golden oldies. This is the first Sunday cartoon I did for the original package. Hubris was still more like me- in fact, this happened to me the first time I tried to rappel- and so a lot of the Sunday cartoons were designed to be educational in a sick sort of way. “Watch out or THIS might happen to you!” educational. Fun, yeah? Later on, I decided to do the Crowd-Gag style Sundays, which I have put on the site before, and I think are wonderful because they slow a reader down, give the reader something to concentrate on, and make for an entertaining visual experience in a way that the average 3-second Sunday cartoon don’t offer. The syndicates said I should try to stick with the general concept of Sunday cartoons (like today’s cartoon does). The only upside that I see to the ‘tell a joke in a longer format’ Sunday is that it doesn’t take as long to draw. I like the look, feel, and theory behind the busy stuff.
My brother and I (he gets mentioned a lot in these posts. I wish my life was more like his. You do, too, and the more you read these posts and his own, the more you’ll see why.) went mountain biking outside of Moab on my last birthday. It was very cool. You know those trips you make and then you get home and you think “I need to think of a way to move there. That place is great!” Moab is definitely on that list. Not as high as, maybe, Jackson Hole, but high on the list.
Anyhow, as usual, I wish I had pushed myself when we were riding. I had fun, but I didn’t go out there and leave it all on the slickrock, you know? I slowed down, and I got nervous, and I thought to myself “I better be careful. I could break a leg out here.” I never even went over the handlebars, which I do around home a lot more than I should. Heck, I did it yesterday.
So here’s your advice for the day. When you do something new or in an out-of-the-usual place, throw a little more of yourself in there. Cut loose a bit. Later, you’ll look back and be glad. Like the Tshirt says, “Bones knit, scabs heal, and chicks dig scars.” I’m not saying you should crack your head for a souvenir of a good adventure, but you might take home some road rash to remember it by.























