So I went to DePauw University to visit my friend Ellen last night. I mentioned my trip to her roommate, who instantly exclaimed, "Oh, I know someone who did that!" With little prompting, she called this guy on campus and he stopped by to chat after dinner. Was this a seemingly weird opening to call him and invite him over to meet and reminisce? Probably. But the Bike and Build bond is strong; plus, I'm in withdrawl so I needed someone, anyone to talk to about cue sheets and wind and Brendan Newman.
So the guy Neil shows up and we get to talking. Neil was a P2SF rider. Anyways, long story short, he verified what I already knew: our trip was the shiz. They had people drop out, ride in the van, get cliqu-ey, hook up and all sorts of other dysfunctional mayhem. And he didn't have great things to say about his leaders. Basically, the opposite of the experience we had.
In other news, my mom is desperately trying to get mentioned on the blog. Since she is the sole benefactor of the Kathy's Party Across the U.S. and Through Europe Fund, I'll go ahead and indulge her. So she's come up with a new name for my bike (couldn't this just be the name for my bike in France?): Pinky Tuscadero. If you ever watched 'Happy Days' (i.e. are over the age of 40), you would know Pinky from her relationship with the Fonz. She was a tough-talkin' biker chick with a penchant for bad boys. My mother finds this a perfect analogy for me.
Speaking of analogies and my mother, I had to explain to her why I was christened with the road name Ms. Frizzle. This one has a different age requirement: under 25. Ms. Frizzle is the key character in the PBS series 'The Magic School Bus," in which students and their teacher Ms. Frizzle go on adventures to discover various topics, including shrinking themselves to microscopic size to discover the human body and the chemistry of cakes. And let's not forget when the bus turned itself into a bat and flew around with a colony (a colony is the term for a group of bats, why weren't you paying attention when Ms. Frizzle told us that?). Anywho, Ms. Frizzle is off her rocker. She's got bright red hair and a massive nose. Her outfits are always in the theme of the topic (as in, dresses with body parts, chemical equipment, and sleeping bats), so bad that, upon viewing, even the fashion police would develop a case of melting eyeball flesh. In all, it's a pretty apt analogy. Actually, it's just about perfect:
That's all for now; the closing letter is coming, I promise!
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Dear,
Let's not forget the fact that Pinky Tuscadero was also a red-head and her Italian surname pays homage to our Italian relatives. The Liatti, Tozzi and Adinolfi families would be so proud!
Little Dracule wanted a bedtime story last night, so we read "Gone Batty." That Ms. Frizzle is one outrageous character. Did you know that, when she is not within earshot, the kids call her "The Friz?"
Sorry to hear that your blue duffel bag didn't make it to Paris. Hopefully, we will be able to track it down. I hate the thought of those brown patent-leather Nine West pumps from Goodwill being lost forever!
Love you! Mom
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