There are so many reasons for me to just walk on by and ignore, dismiss, marginalize, and disparage some of my fellow Americans. I know “both sides” are guilty, and I’m still tied up in knots trying to keep my mouth shut. I can’t make sense of it, or be tolerant, so I will just walk on by the steaming hot mess for now. Instead, I will focus on what makes me chuckle, giggle or brings a smile to my face. It’s kind of like circling the wagons and choosing to conserve my supply of tolerance and patience for the worst, which I’m sure is yet to come . Meanwhile, Fort Collins has lots of amusing quirks to bring a smile. We are a city of migrants from places like Iowa, North Dakota and Texas who come for the lifestyle and the climate. Texans and Californians are required to file for asylum. All are invited and asked to BYOB.
BYOBB. Bring your own bike and beer. Next time you guzzle a Fat Tire ( a Mountain bike) you are drinking one of Fort Collins finest beers. There is a brew pub on every block, so if you can’t find a beer you like you are deaf, dumb and blind. Fort Collins is on the move and staying hydrated. If beer is not your thing, think “buzz” and head to one of our million coffee shops and have a Grande Vanilla Latte, 2 %, iced. I know of a couple of “pairs” of coffee shops and brew pubs right next door to each other. Get caffeinated so you can better lift your elbow to chug beer and not fall asleep while you are imbibing. And yes, there are plenty of pot shops too, if that is your preferred way to get a “buzz”. Folks, ( Biden talk) it’s legal in Colorado. So BYOP!
BYOB. Bring your own bike. There are more bike lanes in Fort Collins than car lanes. On the bike trails, “ on your left”, does NOT mean move to your left, unless you want to be run over by a bicycle. There are more bike lanes than car lanes in Fort Collins. In the traffic food chain, bicycles rule. I have never looked good in biking shorts, but they are a necessity if your saddle is on a bike. We even have cops whose wheels are bicycle tires. They can get around in crowds and police partiers and protesters. Don’t mess with them!
In Fort Collins,there is another BYOB— bring your own bark- bring your dog. It’s harder to get your dog into doggie daycare than get your kid into a fancy preschool. Dog trainers and dog walkers are in demand. It is rare to see a car on the road without a dog sitting in it or sticking their head out the window. Quite a few places allow pet dogs, but if dogs are not allowed it is likely that a dog or 2 will be waiting outside on the sidewalk for their owner. The dogs,of course, are petted by everyone passing by. You are in the minority if you don’t have your own bark. I know more dogs in my neighborhood than I know owners. Most dogs are more likeable than nasty humans. One of my dogs, who I love dearly, is an asshole, but he is the exception.
Trails and more trails, natural areas, parks and open space— Fort Collins is all about preserving and managing recreational areas and protecting natural areas. There are rules of the trail. Bikers are supposed to yield to hikers, but 99% of hikers yield to bikers because they are traveling a lot faster. Everybody yields to horses and rattle snakes. Read the sign dummy! “Warning. Rattle snakes seen in the area.” Or “Trail closed due to muddy conditions.” BYOB of water. Beer is dehydrating.
Canada geese are actually part of the City of Fort Colllins logo, and if you don’t watch where you are walking they will become part of your footwear. By the way, it is “Canada” goose and not “Canadian” goose. Since they tend to travel in large flocks and have efficient digestive systems, the quantity of geese poop can be intimidating if one is attempting to navigate the city sidewalks. Watch your step. Canada geese are much larger than barnyard geese. A hissing Canada goose who feels you are invading their personal space is worth listening to. The best part of our wealth of Canada geese is accommodating their pedestrian crossings. They look pretty silly jay walking single file across 4 lanes of traffic. I can hear them discussing why humans don’t fly and choose to clog the streets with gas guzzling polluting mechanical monsters. “Don’t rush me”, or “Just chill”, they say. Even if I’m frustrated by the delay I still chuckle at the scene. So why did the Canada goose cross the road? To get a beer!