“I’m fixin’ to go for a ride,” I called to my wife, Brenda. “Take your phone,” was her instruction. She wasn’t looking at me her attention on some word game played on an iPad. “I hope no one throws anything at me,” I added.
It has happened. Once while riding in Maryland someone tossed a full can of Mountain Dew at me and missed. The can landed in soft bushes and didn’t rupture. I picked it up, took it home and drank it later.
Another time, during a hot summer ride, a lady’s bathing suit top was flung toward me. It happened while cycling toward Savannah, Georgia on Highway 80 leading away from Tybee Island, Georgia. The lady who tossed the top was a passenger. There was no doubt it was her top. Aside from those two times spanning 36 years nothing else has flown my way aside from bugs.
“I hope no one throws anything at you either,” said Brenda still not looking. So, I asked her, “Look at what I’m wearing.” She looked then seriously warned, “Oh, be careful.”
Where we live is essentially Athens, Georgia. The SEC is a near religion and the University of Georgia Bulldogs practical deities.
I am a Graduate of the University of Tennessee among other schools. There I studied art and earned a ‘Professional Certificate’ in Cartooning – really. There is no ‘degree’ in cartooning. Although, many degrees are jokes. (The last sentence is a gift for proofreaders.)
The cartoon program was completed decades ago. I don’t believe the program remains in operation. It wasn’t likely to have been a moneymaker for the University. It was a fun program. There’s more money to be made teaching art and illustration pricing it out over 4 years with loads of electives and fees. It was a simpler time when cartooning was meant to be fun.
The ride was event free. Go Dawgs!