The Bicycles on a Log: Because Apparently, Thats Important Now
Seriously? Bicycles. On a log. In a river. For years. This is what we’re dedicating brainpower to now in [Montana Town Name]? While wildfires rage and the economy sputters, everyones collectively losing sleep over three bicycles precariously balanced on some driftwood. It’s a local phenomenon, apparently. A mystery.
I get it; small towns need something to talk about. But couldnt we have something… I dont know… more substantial? Like, the alarming number of prairie dogs stealing garden gnomes? That has actual consequences! But no, let’s obsess over inanimate objects defying gravity in a body of water.
The theories are, naturally, ludicrous. Aliens? A prankster with an inexplicable dedication to aquatic bicycle placement? Sentient driftwood possessing a deep love for two-wheeled transportation? Im genuinely struggling to suppress the urge to roll my eyes into oblivion.
And the news coverage! Don’t even get me started on the breathless reporting and speculative interviews. Its peak absurdity. People are forming committees, holding town halls, documenting this…this…log-bicycle situation.
I have a feeling well be hearing about these bicycles for years to come. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
