Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 19, 2008

Surely one the neighbors on Ballard Street has tried this at one time or another.

I’ve seen arm bikes, even used them. They look nothing like this. But Margueritem is right. Somebody on Ballard Street – I mean other than Terry – must have tried this. Heck, I’ll bet more than a few little boys have tried it. Maybe even Mr. Van A.

That is one angry chicken confronting Claude & Cleo. Probably constipated.

Oh no, another member of the Ballard Street Bikers and Chain Gang.

You see what happens with free-range chickens! They get irritated! Chickens do not like having to make all the decisions required by freedom. This bug or that one? Stand in the shade, or the sun? Vote conservative or progressive? You would SQUAWK, too!

Hi, everybody!

I was thinking we should all go to my pie shop today, for a good place to meet up and post our comments on

the Sept 19th  2018 “CLEO and COMPANY”

Would that be OK? If you haven’t already read it on Sherpa

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

or if you want another look…. there’s a good wi-fi connection.

And I’ve just finished baking a big batch of pies… blueberry, apple, cherry and boysenberry … and more.

Try the blueberry cream!

Whoa…. watch out for that chicken.

If I made him onto a pot pie, would it be pre-spiced?

Irritable fowl indeed….. what a dumb cluck.

Good thing we can’t understand his fowl language…. it’s probably foul.

Liverlips… while I hate to get into that sort of thing…..

Maybe he only has irritable fowl syndrome because of his irritable bowel syndrome.

Another puzzle of the English language…. probably item #1473.6a….

Why do “fowl, growl, owl”, and “cowl”, and more….. rhyme with “towel, bowel, trowel”, and “vowel”… among others….

but not poor, lonely “bowl”?

While we’re at it…. “Foul. soul, ghoul”… no two of those rhyme…. and none sound like the “oul” in “should”.

Poor Poul Anderson…. nobody knows how to say his first name.

I could go on but it’s giving me irritable howl syndrome.

That’s because nobody wants to be seen with him.

Terry does indeed march… er… bike… to a different drummer…. so to speak.

I used what the clinic called an arm bicycle after an injury…. but it was just a set of “hand pedals”(?) instead of a handlebar on a sort of stationary bike with no foot pedals…

they could change the resistance to make your arms work harder. They also had some on a little table-top frame.

I’d met a disabled bike racer once who used the same sort of hand pedals (but I’m sure better gears) to power the recumbent racing bike he was building….

I’d brought my ancient 3 speed to the bike shop for a $25 repair I thought was expensive…

and this fellow and the owner were discussing the $2,000 he’d already put into it…. and it was still unfinished, with a pieced together fairing all duct-taped together and no paint.

Closer to Terry…. I had a crazy neighbor…college kid…. who liked to lie on the seat of his old fat tire bike and pedal with both hands …

He was trying to learn to steer with his chin and juggle a big rubber ball with his feet, for a parade.

A pun most fowl.

groan

You asked for it.

I think those WHAM’s could be heard all the way to Dayton! I guess I would be irritable, too, if I knew everyone waz gonna turn me into a pie!

It takes a special skill to be able to ride a bike like that, you know. :-D

I think the chicken is just peckish.