Monday, September 25, 2006

Dancin' and Singin' and Movin' to the Groovin'

Hippies and freaks, as far as the eye could see!

Howard and the missus had fun Saturday at the Tour de Fat,
an annual fat tire bicycle ride, or actually a parade, from the host mothership at New Belgium Brewery in Fort Collins, Colorado through the Old Town, around the Colorado State University campus, and back to the brewery down the Fort Collins mainstreet of College Avenue. Over 2,000 hippies and freaks riding tricked-out bikes and wearing amazingly inspired costumes.

Thankfully, the police were great, stopping traffic at every major intersection!


While at the CSU Oval -- nexus of the original campus -- all the hippies and freaks dismounted, congregated at the center of the Oval, and grooved to Wild Cherry's Play That Funky Music from 1976 [click the YouTube link to start the groovin']:
Yeah, they were dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted

Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die…
(hey,hey) till you die…yeah, yeah
Imagine 2,000 hippies and freaks dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin' of Wild Cherry's one hit wonder. Loved it -- especially since Howard and the missus were teens when that song came out!

When the song ended, we all resaddled and rode back to the New Belgium Brewery mothership to continue the fun with Fat Tire Ale and tunes and further bicycle shenanigans.

So to honor the events of Saturday, I present a special treat, also from the 70's...

Bicycle Repair Man

P.S. Here is the totality of coverage given the Tour de Fat by the Fort Collins daily rag the next morning. In the lingo of the 70's, "total squares." Either that or Saturday is their day off.

3 Comments:

Blogger Banished Ranter said...

Ahh, Wild Cherry's Play That Funky Music. Brings back memories of junior high lunch for the Banished Ranter. Specifically, how the students lobbied to have a jukebox put in the lunchroom, and at long last, the administration assented. Whereupon all the tough Mexican kids from west of the tracks promply claimed all the seats surrounding the jukebox and played that damn song over and over again. And again. Even approaching the jukebox, let along suggesting or attempting another song, was grounds for a serious beating for anyone, let along a bespectacled white kid from the professional classes on the eastern side of town. Apparently some teacher finally got sick of that blasted song and they literally pulled the plug after a couple weeks......
But the Ranter is pleased Howard had a better experience with that particular song. And that must have been some sight to see this weekend....

8:56 AM, September 25, 2006  
Blogger HRlaughed said...

And that's some angst-filled rant, Banished Ranter! But Howard likes rants, he does not banish them.

Soup for you.

9:46 AM, September 25, 2006  
Blogger HRlaughed said...

Howard also grew up in a town populated with Mexican-American kids who, curiously enough, lived for the most part on the west side of the tracks. These Mexican kids weren't so tough, however, once Howard learned to target with his wrath the ring-leader if and when serious beatings were on the agenda. That usually caused pause... at least long enough to make an escape.

10:09 PM, September 25, 2006  

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