This month bike party's theme was
"Science Fiction and Fantasy Ride." Virginia and I had fun with
First of all, we reincarnated the
clothes we'd worn for that Star Trek ride, back when spaceship
TNVA-147 had boldly gone out into the universe. This time, I
brought a couple of bags of old science fiction and fantasy
novels. The idea was to get as many people as possible to take a
bit of science fiction or fantasy for a ride. The first to take
the bait was Bryan, who emerged from the hunt with A Darkness in
At some point I got Moya to take
possession of one of those science fiction novels I'd bought
because I'd liked the cover art but was never able to finish for
some reason. I think she also picked that one because it was light
to carry, being a thin book.
Ian, our fearless leader this month,
picked this book "Because I've met Larry Niven."
Some people just posed with a book
for a moment or two. Then it was time for our fearless leader to
read "How we ride."
Then we were off. Virginia and I had
signed up to bird the second or third turn, the right on Brokaw
from Coleman. We rushed to get there before bike party.
We even had the blinkies deployed on
the dangerous bumps before anybody got there. Those little red
things blinked red from the bumps in the road that had surprised
and jolted us on the first test ride. The plan was for Virginia to
yell "RIGHT ON BROKAW!" and then I would yell "WATCH OUT FOR THE
BUMPS!" Hopefully we could keep a lot of people from the jolts we
I found myself doing a sales job for
the Mind Behind The Eye. "This book was done by a guy that worked
for NASA and pondered what a constructive interaction with some
other planetary intelligence might look like." Didn't mention that
the guys job might have been tour guide for tourists or something
like that. Whatever the truth, the book was one of those
interesting reads for sure.
I just had to find a home for SIASL,
as some Heinlein fans call it. Too bad the picture of the art on
Starmasters Gambit didn't come through, it was one of those books
whose cover art was worth the purchase price, just because the
image is dramatic.
More than once, someone else told me
they didn't want one because "I don't read books."
At the second regroup I went back to
giving away science fiction. Andy Singer was one of the authors I
met on book tour. By the time it was over I'd given away a
shopping bag and a half of old books, some of which I really liked
a lot. Hoping they make someone else into a reader, but it seems a
I was muttering to myself about how
those batteries in Kat's rig were probably powered by the fossil
fuel grid when I suddenly realized that a lot of cop cars were
Then the traffic got seriously
plugged up. We went around to find out what the issue was. When we
got there Booble was surrounded by cops. There were more cops
coming on foot from wherever they parked nearby. The gist of it
was that somebody had complained about the noise and they were
there to ask us to turn it down. Jacky started yelling "Roll past
conflict!" to get the crowd moving and diffuse tensions. We got
moving to, partly to give those that were dithering about what to
do an example to follow.
For the rest of the ride we were
much quieter. I almost felt sorry for the guys pulling sound
trailers. All that work just to haul a silent ticket magnet.
We didn't quite make it to the end.
That last left would have meant at least another half hour awake.
We just kept going, headed home. We talked about what we'd seen as
we rolled along. That was a lot of cops to write a ticket! Booble
can take care of himself, but still, we worried about what it all
meant. We got back to Virginia's after 2 AM. Thank you bike party
for another fine evening!