Bike Path, enter at your own risk.

Ah, the bike path, a safe haven for all the idiots and crazies in Columbus, judging from my experience.  


First, the idiots, and oh boy are there a lot of them.  The guy walking his dog from across the path, having the leash as a barely visible trip wire across the path.  The woman who decided the middle of the bike path was a GREAT place to do pushups.  The family of 30 who wanted to walk side by side down the middle of the path.  The many runners, joggers, and walkers who SUDDENLY turn around, apparently remembering that they left the oven on and need to return home, oh, too bad they just got smashed by a cyclist.  Oh, and of course, the assholes who ride their bikes way too fast on the path.  Can't leave myself out.  


Then there's the other contingent, the batshit crazy folk.  Not as numerous, but, like most things in life, more enjoyable because of their rarity.   The guy with the huge grey beard who rollerblades in a dress shirt and sweatpants. The woman with full cycling kit, a beautiful old steel bike, and half length leather dress gloves.  The 60 year old woman who rides almost every day in a pink string bikini top and sandals.  The guy who wears oven mitts (held together with duct tape) for cold weather riding. 


But today I sighted that rarest of breeds, the perfect blending of psychotically odd and pathologically stupid.  Two guys.  On the basketball court.  Playing basketball.  While riding unicycles.  


I can die happy now.