I left Austin for the weekend on a weird note. Consider the following:
- While checking my oil at Exxon a couple of bums at the bus stop in front of Randall’s got into a fist fight. From a distance it appeared that the shirtless one was defending the honor of the obese woman who normally panhandles with the sign that testifies to her hunger, which I always find ironic since she has clearly not missed a meal. I smiled to myself thinking it was a mutual drunken slugfest, however a guy from the Taco Bell ran across the road with a golf club to rescue one of the dingy bums, who appeared to be on the defensive. Then I felt bad for laughing since the golf club guy had clearly interpreted the situation in a more sympathetic fashion. Maybe instead of a mutual slugfest it was in fact a case of one homeless guy getting his butt kicked by another who was just jealous about the obese woman? I will never know the details. As I left three of Austin’s finest rolled up to buttonhole the shirtless guy.
- Not five minutes later I was rolling down 183 at 80 mph. I spotted a pigeon, which appeared to be slowing down to land in my lane, the middle lane. I thought, it won’t land because it will see all these cars approaching. Nope. I tried to change into the left lane without swerving since it’s easy to lose control at those speeds, however I smacked the pigeon with a thunk on the right headlight. In the rear view, I saw a puff of feathers and the dead pigeon roll off to the next lane. Dang.
Sorry to hear about the pigeon man. I had one dive bomb me off of the upper deck of 183 once upon a time.. It wasn’t pretty as I to looked in my rearview and saw the little guy barrel rolling down the road dead as dead could be.
BTW, I’ll be in town for AGC the 26th thru the 30th. I plan to have a little get together at the parent’s house that Saturday afternoon/evening. I’ll be sure to give ya a ring to see if you’re interested!
-mg
Yes, definitely. Call me.