Boston is Funny...

If you just observe people you realize how funny they can be. Unfortunately the laughter comes at their expense.

I observed something about 15 minutes ago, while driving around Watertown… I thought it was hilarious and it took me back to a long lost memory.

I was at a red light in my car, when a man riding a bike was coming towards me to my right on the side walk approaching the crosswalk at the intersection where I was stopped. He was probably in his thirties, dressed in Friday caz, wearing a helmet one size too big for his head. The bike was a mountain bike, and from the looks of him the only mountain worthy of this cat’s skills is the Catskills. He approached the crosswalk going 5 miles-per-hour or less, and then did a sick skid, turning the bike 45 degrees then to a complete stop, oversized helmet rocking back and forth on his noggin twice too many. There stopped and stoic, aligned perfectly for the crosswalk, he was. But what came next was magical…

He turned to see the skid-mark. He wanted to see exactly how much rubber he had left there to blemish a perfectly rain-washed sidewalk until only God knows when. I couldn’t take my eyes off him – even as the light had changed. He stared at the mark for what seemed like eons. Now, I don’t know how big the mark could have been and anyone familiar with the laws of physics would surely come up with an equation involving the speed of the bike, friction and gravity – and deeming the possibility of a big skidmark damn near impossible. The look on his face proved otherwise. He looked up at me and realized I had witnessed the whole thing – the only expression on his face was one of pride – of accomplishment, and who could argue that?

I don’t know if there was something wrong with this guy or not. Either way, it was pretty awesome.

Filed under: Today in Boston, True Stories

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