Continuing on with the blabber about making hay with crossyness ...
A commentor on the NorCross blog talked about how she and her husband were bent at one of last year's races by a drunk dude heckling riders. They felt impinged upon in their good time with the kids by someone else's alcohol induced behavior.
ok, it's a complicated situation, isn't it? I mean, my first reaction is ... 'go the fuck back to church, lady ... and leave the NorCross to us hooligans.'
but, i don't have kids and if i did ... i'm sure i'd feel a little protective of them, blah, blah, blah. And, we do want to bring young people into the sport ... so, i suppose that means putting up with their parents.
Anyway, it comes to this ... who's bag of fun do we put the kybosh on? swiss family straightlacey or the big kids who know the ass-end of a bong when they see it?
Or, do we go through all the effort of segregating the spectrums ...
"drunk bastards over here, please ... thank you. And yes, Ms. Poppins and her brood can have this nice patch of grass to wax idyllic. merci!"- - -
whatever, i just wanta get laid tonite.