I meant to blog about this two weeks ago, while we were on BRAG. The problem is that SO MUCH stuff happens on BRAG, and I'm so exhausted (and full) at the end of the day, that I can't remember to blog about all of it. I only remembered to tell Hubby this story yesterday.
BRAG provides us with detailed route maps of each day's ride, including the mileage at which to turn, the direction in which to turn, and a description of anything pertinent (Dairy Queen, photo op, gravel in the road, etc.) At the end of the day's route description, EVERY SINGLE DAY, the packet has the following information in some order: NO TOBACCO PRODUCTS ON CAMPUS, NO ALCOHOL ON CAMPUS, NO GUNS OR OTHER WEAPONS ON CAMPUS, NO BIKES OR CLEATS IN ANY BUILDING, and other useful warnings that shouldn't be necessary. Except for maybe the alcohol part. At the end of every single day's route description appeared this sentence: BE AWARE SECURITY LIGHTS STAY ON ALL NIGHT.
Apparently some cyclists are not used to being inconvenienced. They cannot accept the fact that some stinkin' security lights might have to stay on for the entirety of the ONE NIGHT they will be there. Never mind the fact that schools open their doors to a bunch of sweaty, inconsiderate, sometimes rude cyclists and go out of their way to accommodate our needs. That's just not good enough for SOME PEOPLE.
One night on BRAG this year, when the security lights were still on ... JUST LIKE THEY SAID THEY WOULD BE ... one cyclist took matters into his (because I'm pretty sure it was a "he" - call me sexist) own hands.
He called 9-1-1.
Because the security lights were on.
It's folks like that him that give the rest of us a bad name.