She's Like the Wind

It sure is nice to be able to take a ride through farmland in the middle of the day. We're bounded to the south and west by intense sprawl and urban-ness, but to the north and east, the Beltsville Agricultural Research Center (BARC), Goddard Spaceflight Center, some state of Maryland-run farm (maybe for the university?), the Patuxent River Wildlife Research Center, and a few private farms keep us green. (Or even more colorful this time of year.) I think a ride through the country clears my head and makes my afternoons more productive.

But then there are days like today. Oi, what a ride. It's a wee bit cool, but the real problem is the wind. It's even fiercer than last week. If the music going through your head when you ride is that bit from the Wizard of Oz where the evil neighbor is riding her bike, you should know to stay home.

A lot of people think that other people make up specialized terminology out of some sort of need to create trivia or to exclude the unworthy from their cliques. But I think that most of what people do with language has to do with trying to be funny. I mean, look at that last paragraph. It's accurate, but it doesn't flow well enough to be funny. It would have been much funnier if I knew the song and could know that you readers would know the song. Then I could have said something like, "If the music going through your head when you ride is the 32nd movement of Scherzo In E Minor..." and you would have laughed and laughed and laughed.

And your little dog, too.

A Google Map of a Bike Ride 12.2

1 thoughtful messages from friendly readers:

fiona said...

Well the dog's laughing here, you just crack him up!,me too.xxxx