Let me paint a picture for you. It’s a weekday, your boss is up your ass about getting that concrete poured, running conduit, fixing some mistake that asshole Vic made when hanging the drywall in that new trendy coffee shop (as if this town needs another one of those, anyway). Maybe it’s first thing in the morning and you’re on your way to the job site, or perhaps it’s after lunch and you’re trying to make it back to work—only you discover your route is now completely closed off.
What’s this? Police, barricades, people in brightly-colored full body swimsuits standing around with their bicycles?”– MFS
Maybe you think “Fuck!” or maybe you think “Fuck yes, good excuse!” This all depends on the situation. Are you a government employee, a private contractor, an employee? Time, as they say, is money—unless it’s someone else’s money, in which case time is just there to be wasted. I mean, the drywall can wait a couple hours; might as well hang out and see what this thing is all about, right?
This is where we find you. Perhaps you’ve heard of road bike racing? Lance Armstrong? Greg Lemond? The Tour Day France? It doesn’t really matter, what matters is that you’re here now, you didn’t buy a ticket, but providence delivered you here anyway. Enjoy the spectacle, as you are now a part of it (incidentally, this rad road you helped build over this mountain pass is also a part of it).