Fun Things To Do When Your Dropped, And 6 Other Great Recipes

Getting dropped is essentially like getting dumped, but in more of a poly sense than one-on-one. Well mostly. Today while climbing Germantown, Brody broke up with me and went on without me. But that’s another story. Though we passed on the Skyline Tavern (even as bikes were leaned up against that ridge line saloon, with that come hither look in their eyes) we did not pass on Emanon once back in town, and we patched it up over a beer.

Most folks, when dropped/dumped, fall into self-destructive habits and mindsets. The pain is usually quelled by drink and song. It’s a common fact with people in general that “getting songs stuck in your head” is a given and, with cyclists, perhaps it’s accentuated a notch or two with cycling and music being joined by the link of rhythm.

Today while dropped, I sang this to myself. Learn it. It’s like a mantra of misery with a flash of hope which translates nicely in solitude. When you get past the lyrical sisters and the sinners et al, just substitute whatever is next to you for the return after Doc’s call, just make it two syllables. Tall trees, weak legs, cold beers…..you get the idea.

You can thank us later for this fantastic PSA.