There is comfort to be found in marking the passage of a beloved contemporary music and pop-culture icon by pedaling in a group of three or four dozen cyclists behind the Music Bike blasting the greatest hits from their catalogue; it worked for Bowie a couple months ago, and it worked last night for Prince, may he rest in peace.
I usually prefer to give Joby’s bicycle-mounted audio system about a half block berth in order to keep the flesh on my face from melting, but with selections from his Royal Purpleness on the playlist, I was perfectly happy with being subjected to the sonic assault.
It’s seventeen years after the name of the song, “1999,” which, according to the internet, came out seventeen years before the eponymous date, which seems appropriate somehow, a kind of balance, if you will, between the future and the past—a state of affairs even more apt given that this was a ride that featured, literally (in the literal sense) two generations Point83 riders.
The route to our sylvan discotheque was amusing and the outdoor club itself large enough to house numerous conversations and observations as well as a vertical fire on a night unseasonably warm enough to hardly really need one.
The only ding in an otherwise shiny full moon evening was when Mr. Oblivious and Ms. Impatient collaborated on handing out a door prize to Fast Zach resulting in an impressively theatrical crash and an unfortunately unfortunate shoulder injury; best wishes for a speedy recovery and don’t hesitate to lawyer up if satisfaction does not appear forthcoming.
Having sampled one of the larger of the remaining shortbreads from the “It’s All Downhill From Here (Except When It Isn’t) Time Trial” earlier in the evening, I found myself, (mostly to my satisfaction) in the Land Beyond Words for much of the time.
All the better to listen, anyway; I swear you could hear, in the space between songs, the doves cry.
I usually prefer to give Joby’s bicycle-mounted audio system about a half block berth in order to keep the flesh on my face from melting, but with selections from his Royal Purpleness on the playlist, I was perfectly happy with being subjected to the sonic assault.
It’s seventeen years after the name of the song, “1999,” which, according to the internet, came out seventeen years before the eponymous date, which seems appropriate somehow, a kind of balance, if you will, between the future and the past—a state of affairs even more apt given that this was a ride that featured, literally (in the literal sense) two generations Point83 riders.
The route to our sylvan discotheque was amusing and the outdoor club itself large enough to house numerous conversations and observations as well as a vertical fire on a night unseasonably warm enough to hardly really need one.
The only ding in an otherwise shiny full moon evening was when Mr. Oblivious and Ms. Impatient collaborated on handing out a door prize to Fast Zach resulting in an impressively theatrical crash and an unfortunately unfortunate shoulder injury; best wishes for a speedy recovery and don’t hesitate to lawyer up if satisfaction does not appear forthcoming.
Having sampled one of the larger of the remaining shortbreads from the “It’s All Downhill From Here (Except When It Isn’t) Time Trial” earlier in the evening, I found myself, (mostly to my satisfaction) in the Land Beyond Words for much of the time.
All the better to listen, anyway; I swear you could hear, in the space between songs, the doves cry.
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