Team Pedicab, Rounds 5-6

Our summer is coming to an end, pedicabbers. I still have another 3 weeks until transport of my little classic cab is back down to flatlands, and into the urban world of MHPC.

I decded to take on another driver. I think he lasted about 1 night. He broke even. Of all of this discussion and talk of mojo, mr...Sherpa, there has to be a way to help you. Lesson: as much as you want to have an attitude and think that just biking is all that this job is, you are mistaken. It isn't about the bike. There is a reason why this pedicab is valuable to you and I: it is so intangible, yet so tangible. No, I am not smoking anything, but truly, is there anything this machine can't do?

It is downpouring outside, so I took a break to enjoy the free internet. I knew there was a reason for my coming in. I will give it some aftermath, and soon enough I will be the king of the streets. I got stuck behind a horse-carriage today (2 horses, not just 1) and I have never felt so violated in my life. Lesson: While a beautiful animal, the horse is still a cruel trick by your creator. Maybe they think of me the same way...or my pedicab...

The Summit Mountain Challenge is kicking me. Brook (my seemingly absent team mate) is winning the beginner women class. Kudos. She, a former driver, refuses to call me to ride the pedicab. I guess biking is just more important. In the last 2 races, yours truly came in DNF or second to last place. Lesson: Sport class= sandbaggers. I am convinced I am a better rider than last year, but I still think the field isn't quite smart enough to be fast. Well, I am the prime example of inexperienced, but I feel my training must change for next year. I have 1 race left, and I intend to play the rental game. I am testing new mountain bikes, one being the Kona King, the other being a Santa Cruz Superlight. Both a bit pricey, but one will actually give me financing! Do I need a financed bike after my little incident on the lip? Probably not.

http://www.konaworld.com
http://www.santacruzmtb.com

On the pedicab-constabulary-bureaucratic-small town politics front, I had a nice town planner cross my path and give me the 3rd degree about having and possessing a bike taxi. Folks, I had a perfect place to store, clientele starting to build, and the local police even smiling. Lo and behold, goofball town-dork comes-a-rompin' into my world and tries to tell me what I am doing is illegal, and must have a permit. I threw the karma rides in, and threw in my local status, and haven't heard anything since. I do have a business license, and as it stands, it provides a service to a locale without a real taxi service (unless you count a real taxi as one that leaves you waiting for hours on end), which I happily fill the void, free of charge. For you whom have dealt with city councils and bureaucracy, I feel for you and my heart goes out. Despair not, for the tri-shaw will prevail, one of these days...

So, folks, off I go to wolf a powerbar, have a blt for some calories, and off to pull drunk people around in the rain, despite their idiotic pleas for needing exercise, in their high heels.

I hope to one day have a winter service here, specifically for the winter parking lots. After Broncos season is over, I say studded tires, special cold weathered pedicabs for those willing to brave weather hardly seen by a cab, in full. I am out of battery power. G'night.

Best to you drivers, we hope to see you on wheel!

beefsteak!