Life of Wry

So, it was that World’s Greatest Bicycle Parade day in Davis.  Nice event, nice idea for a fundraiser, so many folks ya know.. all that feel-good-community stuff.  And chances are very good that 1) lots of money was raised, and 2) Davis broke its own Guinness world record for longest human bike parade with less than three lengths between riders over a course that was more than four miles.. or whatever the record was.. with probably somewhere around 1000 people.

News at 11.

We were very middle of the pack.  It was quite fun.

Yay us.

All morning, I kept saying to myself, “all our friends are on parado.”  This is a phrase I’ve said to myself for decades and always brings a secret inside smile.  My own little private joke.  It comes from a t-shirt I bought in Bangkok (or maybe it was Singapore) and is one of those foreign apparel products that mangles the english language and makes english speaking tourists laugh hysterically, like, “omg, look how they spelled rok and role!”

I know.  I was young.

Anyway, here’s what the shirt looks like:

And here’s the text, close up:

Don’t you think it fits today’s parade pretty perfectly (you can read it better if you click)?

I wasn’t above having a good laugh over shirts like this, insensitive, naive, apolitically correct (or is that politically incorrect?) youth that I was.  Now I might probably think they do that on purpose.  Who’s having the last laugh now?

Of all the wonderful things one can buy in Bangkok or Singapore…

Still… I just love this shirt.