Farting around. Serving no greater purpose than focusing on the moment at hand. For the better part of the last five years. It’s what i’ve done. It’s what i do.
Late last year, i attended a few meetings of a regional bicycle advocacy group. After a few follow-up discussions, i was invited to join the board of directors. The group has been in existence since the 1960’s, but became dormant in recent years. The remainder of the board was making one last run at resurrection – and wanted me to fill the empty board seat.
What the hell? i’ve been battling a bit of restlessness for the past few months. They needed what i got. Were very surprised when they saw my resume – combination of professional chubb with a long history of regional board memberships. Despite my “Party Girl” reputation…
i started attending monthly board meetings in January, and have been working on a variety of projects and activities on my own time. Most of our interaction happens via e-mail. It’s hard to get to know strengths, weaknesses, and styles of colleagues without daily interaction, but we are definitely working through the glitches and getting things accomplished. They are good animals, and it’s been fun so far.
If i really want to get inside the mind of another human being, i try to elicit laughter. If you can make someone laugh? You start to understand how he works. As i try to get to know the other board members, this has proven invaluable.
The April meeting was on a fairly tight schedule, with a lot of turf to cover. We met at Archie’s house – bringing laptops, notes and beer. A nice balance of “business” and “pleasure”. Much of our discussion was around planning activities for an upcoming event where we hope to make a visible splash with our resurrected presence in the region.
Bob (President, and Serious Businessman): Would it be possible for us to find a vacant parking lot and launch an exhibition bike polo game? How much room would you need?
Kendall (Radical cyclist, party animal, and historian): We play 3-on-3 games, and that includes the goalies. Would still take a good-sized lot…
daisyfae: How did you teach the ponies to ride bicycles?
After a beat, three of the guys at the table laughed. One rolled his eyes.
Kendall [looking confused]: It’s bike polo. We ride bikes, not horses?
daisyfae: It was a joke. Guess if i have to explain that, it’s a “failed joke”.
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