Happy Rickshaw:
3,480 passengers
24 drivers
4 rickshaws
1 full year of peace, love, and pedal power
Please join us Wednesday October 3rd to celebrate Happy Rickshaw's first anniversary.
We'll have live electropop music from Swift Punch to the Crotch. Odds are good that you'll find some beer and a good lookin' dance partner.
Bring your friends. Forward this email to your favorite people.
Wednesday October 3rd
8pm
Frank IX Warehouse, Downtown
find more details at www.happyrickshaw.com/party
Small cash donation encouraged/appreciated.
I rediscovered why I love cycling today. It has been a supe-challenging last three weeks at biz school- lots of stizzy. Tons of balls are getting tossed my way to juggle. This sum(mer) I was jugg'n about 3 balls, and Darden has added about 2 balls per week for the last 4 weeks. That's a total of 11 balls. Do you anyone who can jug 11 balls? Yea, me neith(er). What if I told you that those balls were actually broken glass shards and flaming bird bones. Well they're not- they're just balls.
Oh yea, the rediscovering... so I was pretty grump(y) for the first fort-five mins of my ride, but then I rolled over this small rise with a tailwind. I got up out of my saddle and farted. My whole perspective changed. I got a huge shiez-eatin' grin on my face and rolled into a picturesque green valley drenched in the late afternoon sun. The cows pumped me nods of approval as I Midas'd the land with goodness.
So, I have been slamming it to Darden in a dope scooter I just bought. However, I went out to the parking garage this morning to find that some of my fellow humans had done a little scooter-tippin'.
Initially, this enraged me. However, I was fast to agree with my new roommate, Erriott, that if I were to witness any random scooter-tippin', I prolly would laugh my bum off. So, I can't be too mad. But if I find the clammy meat pouch that did this... I will definitely lock him in his car and proceed to blow up his car.
Happy Rickshaw is off to a friggin' awesome start this fall. We have many returning drivers and several new ones who are juuuuust thuuuuuper. Christoph has been woking his knuckles off to cover for me as I battle to dominate at school. Spanks, Christoph.
Here's tonite's rickshaw crew.
Here's what it's like in a
Darden classroom...
...it's different than bike riding, but similar in many ways... like for example. 10 hours in a swivel chair is roughly equal to 4 hours in the sad(dle). Getting cold-called is sorta like a blowout in the turn of a crit. Falling asleep in discussion is sorta like bonking. And, the competition feels the same--- temporary alliances are formed, but are destroyed as students battle for their participation grade.
I am loving school, but sorta miss racing. Without a doubt, going back to school was the best decision. The most challenging thing is trying to stay mentally focused all day. 3 years of riding bikes and having almost full-control over my schedule was not good prep for biz school. But, the immense schedule demands at Darden are just what I need to get this dusty Commodore 64 running at top speed.
So I was driving rickshaws last nite, and answered a few phone calls while driving.
Who else feels cool when they're talking on a cell phone on a bike?
O yes, B-School has started and life is a bit different now. I went from having near complete freedom with my schedule, to nearly none. It is very difficult to stay focused all day on school- harder than I thought it would be. I am so used to being able to choose when and what I do.
