On the "Chainlink" and a social commentary

Chainlink is a social networking website for bicycle riders in the Chicago area. I am prolly one of the oldest members, as most seem to be in the 20 - 30 y.o. range. They do a lot of neighborhood tours, and meet at bars for drinks and munchies, something that seems to work a lot better on a trike than on a bike, or maybe that's just 'old' age talking. Can't say that I ever remember riding a two wheeler 'under the influence', but as of late, I've been guilty of leaving 'Granite City' Mug Club parties after having been mildly overserved. One of 'our' societal social problems seems to be a willingness to foist off onto others, things we should accept responsibility for. Case in point - "overserved"! Just whose fault is it that I consumed too much excellent beer? The bartender, the server, the manager . . . . or is it my fault that I consumed too much and rode the trike into the pond (big mud puddle, really) on the way to the bike path? Very few people now 'days will step up and say, "No excuse, my fault entirely". I don't like to make mistakes, who does? People seem to be more willing to spew out some dumbassed excuse before admitting making a mistake. So, what is worse, admitting you are human and make mistakes, or puking out some lame excuse or redirecting the blame onto someone else? Sounds like "Dumb and Dumber" to me - like saying 'I'd prefer to come off like a total a**hole by making a stupid excuse before admitting I f*cked up!"

So, midyear New Year's Resolution on my part (knowing full well that few, if any will ever read this, and fewer still even care) - I hereby resolve to : admit my mistakes openly; never blame anyone else for my shortcomings (unless 'they' f*cked up worse than I did); continue to occasionally consume too much 'excellent' beer (or other alcoholic beverages) at Granite City (or elsewhere); continue to ride my trike (weather permitting) to and from Granite City in pursuit of those comestables; aim my trike AT the pond in hopes of thereby missing it; and finally - to get my buddy and 'drinking partner' Bob K. to join me riding.