Heh. A little Friday humor. Like I said, working the campaign's got me a little ramped up against authority of any kind.
I went for my morning run early this AM. I run 3 trails & this morning the one which takes me through a county park was next up. As I approached the park I could see that the gates were closed & a “Closed” sign was attached to the gate’s front. My guess was that the heavy rains had flooded the internal ball fields & a few roads…none of which would pose a problem for the path I was taking.
As I have run that park for over 20 years, I bypassed the gate & entered the park. About a mile into the park, I heard a faint “Hey”…& then another, closer. The growing hum of an ATV told me I was about to have a conversation with a park ranger:
“Excuse me!?” –I heard from behind (1 woman/1 young man).
“Yeah?” – me, turning around & beginning to run backwards
“So…like the park’s closed – there are signs, like…all over.” – came the reply.
“Ooops, sorry…I’ll be out in a minute, then” - still running backwards, turning around & speeding up – sound of ATV turning around “he said he’ll be out in a minute”).
And…being ¾’s of a mile from the park’s main entrance…I could have ended it all right there; but…I chose to take another trail that would give me another mile of woods (exiting the park’s lower entrance over a small walking bridge) AND I made sure they saw me take it.
Now I’m approximately 2 miles into the park - about ¾’s of a mile on the trail, I heard the ATV…this time with 2 big guys. They passed me & came to a stop a few yards ahead of me & loudly declared that the “trails were closed!” -
I yelled back (over the ATV engine) “I know that, I’m on my way out..under the same steam that got me in” Then they sped up, attempting to fling mud on me from the trail with their tires…BUT, slipped off the trail onto a sloped wooded area…which was no problem for their vehicle…but made it fun to run by & wave as I exited over the bridge.
I’m a taxpayer, dammit…& I’ll use my park whenever I darry-gam please.
(btw, NONE of the 4 puffy bastards were in shape enough to catch me on foot…even if they tried)