Synopsis: Kevin Bacon, staple of '80s cinema, loses all in the stockmarket and for some reason becomes a bike messenger to compensate/recuperate. Kevin Bacon rides a bike, Kevin Bacon dodges traffic, Kevin Bacon wears a silly purple beret, Kevin Bacon rides a bike some more. There are plots involving a coworker trying to start a hot dog stand as a way out of "the life" and a bad-tempered gangster in a Pontiac.
After watching those few weeks ago, my summary: whether you ride a bike or not, there's no need to watch the film unless you feel the need to spend two hours uninspired and unproductive.
Moving forward in time to last Saturday: the Velogirls crit was on in Menlo Park, giving me a chance to track down Lauren and buy some Girl Scout cookies (hopefully in exchange for reduced on-line discussion of her neighbor, Percy the Naked Carpenter). It was great to see the Queen Bella too! But, I had to skedaddle down to Mountain View to catch up with a friend before he left to fly back to Germany--apologies if I disappeared inexplicably. The cookies were loaded into a small pack I had brought, and off I went.
In a car, it would've been a simple jaunt down Hwy 101 to Shoreline. Off the freeway, there are fewer lines for a bike to take: Alma St doesn't have shoulders, and the Bryant St bike boulevard is fine for a dawdling pace but not for going fast. I ended up on Middlefield, which is shoulderless but has a 25 mph speed limit, doable on my road bike.
So I found myself making a delivery while drafting off of cars, weaving off to the side at a hint of their brake lights, doing my best to stand clipped in at intersections so as to hit the green light ASAP, floating over the dips and rises of the city streets, and generally going as fast as was reasonable. And it struck me: I was riding--wait for it--
like a Canadian Bacon.
Happy work week, everyone...
6 comments:
yer killin me, just killin me....
groaaaaaan
so silly. canadian bacon...
how ironic! I've slipped in my netflix habit and haven't been watching films since january -- too busy, I guess. anyways, I opened my netflix last night and what was it? Quicksilver! granted, it was late (12:00 or so) when I put it in, but I couldn't stay awake to save my life. Kevin Bacon with a cheesy porn-star moustache cracks me up!
oh, you were soooo right! it took me 4 nights to finally finish it. blech! although the bike ballet was kinda cool.
The happiest moment I had watching Quicksilver was when KB finally showed up clean-shaven. I was afraid that weird growth would be on his upper lip for the entire film.
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