A few notes on Mad City 3.
The weather was perfect and the skies were blue and just in time for
the foilage but the best part was seeing the harvest half moon rise over
Lake Monona
I spent most of yesterday bike riding and rode around Lake Monona
which meant going way over into the town of Monona and back around.
Madison has a network of bike trails that you won't believe. I can
basically ride all day to my heart's content or when my legs gave out
which was the latter. If you want to spare yourself the nightmare of
nagivating through Madison, rent a bike and follow the signs on Broom
and you get there. I'm not sure of the freedom of riding alongside cars
on bike designated roadways and I still enjoy the privacy of the bike
trails but I saved a few cuss words just by bike riding up to State
Street. Kudos to the bike rental on Williamson to which I was spared
this time of the evil fatbitch student who must have moved on to other
things in life. However, in the seven hours of bike riding, I managed
to check out the beauty of Lake Monona but I didn't do too well on the
big hills around town. But I did get a good chuckle out of seeing my
bike speed of 12 miles an hour, but I'm sure there were others passing
me like I was standing still.
Then I went up and down the UW campus and got to see the UW Marching
Band do some songs. I was also taken by all these good looking women up
and down the bike trail jogging or bike riding and wish I was twenty
years younger. Growing old sucks but I managed to find the right trail
back to Lake Monona and John Nolen Drive and took the bike back. I
think I got my twenty bucks out of the rental, I could have had it till
the next day but it didn't fit into the car.
However when I got to HP Books on the east side, i have a really bad
leg cramp that locked my body into place after I got out of the car, I
couldn't move. Eventually I did get some feeling back into my thighs and
continuing doing the thing I do best. The night got worse. I had no
fewer than 15 fucking idiots trying to hit my car or ride my bumper
while I was driving down the road and then trying to turn left, I hit a
goddam curve and guess what? My fucking tire ended getting a bulge on
the right side of the car. Yup this is the third tire this year that
went bad on me but the woman at the Micotel Inn suggested a space over
by Sun Prairie called Weber Tires that would give me a good deal on
tires. I knew I couldn't ride home on a tire with a big Zit on the
whitewall, so I managed to drive the 15 minites up to this place and the
told the guy of my plight so he gave me a good deal on a tire for fifty
bucks. That's Weber Tire Inc. in Sun Prairie on hwy V folks. You
can't miss it, it's the only place in town.
So I spent a very sleepless night at the Micotel with a sore body and
very pissed off about another tire being ruined thanks to the dumbass
drivers out in Madison and still wasn't moving very well when I went to
the Old Country Buffet. Had to, the Yummy Buffet to which I made a
effort to eat when I got into town is out of business (after all we are
in a depression kiddies, judging from the 679 points off Dow Jones/Wall
Street) so Old Country was the target. Then I got stuck behind a couple
gang banger baggy pants thug wannabees and had this Snoop Dog lookalike
trying to give me a evil eye to which I shot back my patented Fuck Off
look. Again I didn't ask for the privledge of the imitation Snoop Dog
wannbe in my presence so take your look away Tupuck and pull up your
pants dumbass. Go back to Chicago and do your drive by there, thank you
and piss off. And then after that, my guts gave me trouble. So much
for vacation time.
Another complaint that if i can attract women like I can attract that
solitary fly in the stores I would be Hugh Hefner. Every fucking place
i went to, every music store I hung out, every damn food place i ate at
there was a goddam fly in my face or in my hair. Too damn bad the
fucking flies didn't hang out on Snoop Dog Lite and his cousin. Didn't
matter, place could be packed or it could be my self in the dollar bins,
there'll be a buzzing fly in my ear. I think next fucking time I
should get a damn fly swatter or newspaper. In my old age I'm getting
to be very paranoid when I get flying bugs in my face. When the sun was
setting down last night I took my sunglasses off only to get a fucking
bug trying to get into my eyes. But you know you can be at the local
McDonald's trying to get a McSkillet breakfast burrito and have somebody
and their 3 year old wearing a grilled cheese sandwich but the fucking
flies would be hanging out in my area.
I think by the time my last trip at the last Goodwill was done, I was
so tired of the screaming kid to which you can hear across the room and
this comfirms my reason why I perfer going there before closing time.
You rarely get that screaming brat or the brats that run up and down the
aisles and momma sits there doing nothing. It's like hurry up Crabb,
check the music, and go. You don't have the stomach to sit through a
screaming baby and Momma ready to pop out another one that she can't
discipline very well. Which also plays into part why I only stayed up
there one night instead of two. Again, if I was 28 and into drinking
and partying, Madison is the place to be. I'm sure that's why my old
comptuer teacher PJ Trombley was raving about it. And she's right, if I
had a choice between here and UW, I probaly would go Bucky Badger too.
I think in some ways Madison is a love hate thing. For when I get to
love it, something will make me hate it and the traffic is ridiclous.
Plus I didn't know this but they have a serial robber on the bike trails
around the UW and in the last week they have something like 10
incidents. Know your surrounding but even that you still get some Jive
fuck trying to rob you. I figure if I ever lived up there, I'd be
bikeriding more often than driving a car but even the bike trails are
full of riders too.
And yup, I did find a few CDs of note and Madison remains the best
place to find things. But I have fulfilled my three times of going up
there this year and doubt if I will return till springtime next year.
But I think next time I'll forgo the CD bargain hunts and just go ride
the bike up and down the area. I think I enjoyed it a lot, even though
I'm barely walking today. And I did hear the new Bob Dylan Bootleg
album Tell Tale Signs and I could live without it.
Again, thanks be to the HP Book Store, PrePlayed Music, Strictly
Discs, Mad City Music X, Frugal Muse and Weber Tire Inc for having
bargains and getting me home in one piece.
Gas prices up there are 3.49 but I did see it come down to 3.38 the
next day. However here in Iowa, it's now 3 bucks a gallon and OPEC is
worried bout output so I'm sure they'll be cutting production within a
week. Not much you can do in the Great Depression Two kids but I find
this time of year is perfect to go someplace. But if nothing else,
going home I had the pleasure to see the Harvest Moon light up the
highway, a small consolation in a trip that was half fun and half pain
in the arse. And almost get hit about 15 times, I think the angels were
working overtime to protect the car from the idiots and the fucking
curb that damn near give me another tire blowout. You think after three
times that would be enough.
So I think my vacation for this year is over. I thought bout going
to the 61 Drive In next week to watch that Samuel Jackson movie and
perhaps St Louis next month but I don't think I will. Last time I went
to St louis, the winter was shit and the last time I went to St Louis
eight years ago, the winter was shit. We need a decent winter and not
61 inches of snow and ice.
Well back home again. And wonder why I even left in the first place.
