Banana peels always indicate a popular route (or there’s a crazed monkey on the loose). Seeing this, I’m guessing 2-day old peel, while riding the Olympic Peninsula reminded me of our Southeast Alaska tour where we’d see the bananas and other fruits from a cyclist we nicknamed, “the fruit eater.”
We never caught him, he always about 15 miles ahead of us. But we’d hear about him; people would ask if he was with us and I’d say, “was he eating fruit?” and that we were “chasing him.”
As our tour wore on, the fruit eater became a focal point: “did he have a trailer of fruit, where was he buying all that fruit, did he ever slow down or stop?”
Luckily, Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback Girl wasn’t popular at the time, or I’m sure I’d have that annoying song in my head the entire time thinking about bananas.
“Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S”
When touring, what’s in your head, how do you keep the pedals turning? In Spain, I suddenly rediscovered Judas Priest and sang the lyrics to “Turbo Lover” several times.
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