The road is never dull
A bike ride through the hills of Rensselaer County is never dull. A few days ago it was punctuated by a very sudden and very fierce hailstorm that reminded me that a) ice falling from the sky hurts, and b) hypothermia sucks. I was soaked to my shoes and chilled to the bone, but I still finished the ride, and did it without getting a flat. But in general it’s just the little surprises that make the ride — new, unidentifiable roadkill; the chained-up attack dog who fails to attack for the third time in a row, leaving me with a vague unease; the goat standing guard at the end of a driveway, unpenned, but apparently unconcerned with passing cyclists. And, inexplicably, the Silver Surfer:
That’s one serious piece of artwork. I wonder what factory or university spawned the Silver Surfer. You can’t make things like that in the garage, as far as I know. Any ideas, Mr. Capital District?
Believe me, I’ve wondered, too. I have found a couple similar to it in some Flickr searches, so my best guess is that it was some kind of promo piece for the Fantastic Four movie that somehow landed up in this neck of the woods.’Cause I don’t think this was the home of movie folk.