"Strange was the only dog I’ve ever known who could belch at will. It was his idea of high comedy. If my mother had some of her friends over for a game of pinochle, Strange would slip into the house and slouch over to the ladies. Then he would emit a loud belch. Apparently, he mistook shudders of revulsion for a form of applause, because he would sit there on his haunches, grinning modestly up at the group and preparing an encore. “Stop, stop!” he would snarl, as I dragged him back outdoors. “They love me! They’ll die laughing at my other routine! It’ll have them on the floor!” I will not speak here of his other routine.
"In general appearance, Strange could easily have been mistaken for your average brown-and-white mongrel with floppy ears and a shaggy tail, except that depravity was written all over him. He looked as if he sold dirty postcards to support an opium habit."
---Patrick F. McManus, "Skunk Dog"
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10.7.09
The Tour dah Lakefront - Tandemonium Stage
First, the numbers:
William and Charlotte attacking us:
But Maggie and I countered:
If tandem biking were a first-person shooter game - I'd be loading my grenade launcher for that Navy Pier bike car just ahead:
Nice socks:
The view didn't suck:
Neither did the food:
These things are weird. At very low speeds there is a ton of lateral movement - you feel like you are riding on flat tires or that tar patching when it's hot out - much more stable the faster you get:
Toes, raspberries, sunset:
How bromantic:
Jersey Sightings: 3 Postal, 3 Discovery (including one entire kit), 1 Quick Step, 1 Saxo Bank, 1 PMU Green, 1 Ouch (Entire kit, originality points awarded for post-doping Floyd support).
KOM points:
Southbound: McFetritch -Brian/Maggie, 49th Street - Brian/Maggie
Northbound: 49th St - William/Charlotte, McFetritch - Brian/Maggie, Museum Campus - William/Charlotte (Charlotte: “So long, ladies!")
1 Break chased down: Fred attacked us. That wasn’t going to stand.
1 Pathlete left nonplussed: Hammered past us, aerobars, messenger bag (?!). But at the riser/chicane past 35th street park, there he is with a flat tire. William: “you need a tube?!” Pathlete, confused, thinking these 4 on tandems are possibly making fun of him: “Uhhhhhh, I don’t know...” Me: “Ok, suit yourself.” Three of us had tubes.
William and Charlotte attacking us:
But Maggie and I countered:
If tandem biking were a first-person shooter game - I'd be loading my grenade launcher for that Navy Pier bike car just ahead:
Nice socks:
The view didn't suck:
Neither did the food:
These things are weird. At very low speeds there is a ton of lateral movement - you feel like you are riding on flat tires or that tar patching when it's hot out - much more stable the faster you get:
Toes, raspberries, sunset:
How bromantic:
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