Leaving a cloud of dust in his wake today, Chick Hicks came out of the train door second or third (couldn’t see initially), and a quick move to the outside, hands stuffed in his pockets and upper body motionless, powered past a despearate throng in today’s race. the interesting part of the race was watching some poser who will be known as Fatty McCarthy come flying off the train, barrelling by the conductor, and making it to the path first. he had a few people following him but within about 20 yards he was huffing out to a quick lead. As i strained to keep up with some of the leaders I watched Chick Hicks make his move around an annoying talking couple who do not understand train racing and think it’s perfectly acceptable to have a nicely paced jaunt from the train.
As they soon felt the sighs of legends like Diddle McDiddle and Chick Hicks behind them they did the only sensible thing and let them by. Hicks stayed left and went by McDiddle shortly after. By the time Fatty Mccarthy was approaching the first set of stairs, Hicks was coming up next to him and in his stiff automaton way, double stepped right by Fatty like he was enjoying a sundae at the malt shoppe.
Fatty was able to hold off Diddle McDiddle but it looked like he gassed after the stairs.
Some of you reading this post will think – “geez how could he name someone Fatty McCarthy…that’s sort of mean”. First of all, I call em like I see em, secondly, it’s not like I can really walk up to these people and say- “hey I write a blog that includes posts about how ridiculously fast you get off the train and try to make it to your car – what’s your name?” Something tells me that would not go so well for me.
Fatty McCarthy is so named because basically- he has a little chubby preppy guy look going. It’s a little bit like he deiced to live in the world of Andrew McCarthy circa “Less Than Zero”, not new Andrew ” the show with the cougars” McCarthy. The guy has a little junk in the trunk, lives in the khaki and blazer and loafer world, plays air Guitar when he hears “Hazy Shade of Winter”, ponders what it would have been like to go to Bennington, and wonders what Patrick Bateman is washing his face with these days.
oh Fatty, you have some work to do if you are going to catch the likes of Chick Hicks…
