Old Fart Run Part Cinq: Attack of the Earworm

it’s a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we’re aware
its a small world after all

Do you hate me yet? Is the sound of hundreds of brightly dressed audio-animatronic dolls reverberating in your head yet? No? How about the chorus…

its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world

That did it, didn’t it? Now you’ll have that sweet little diabolically evil medley stuck in your head the rest of the day like me.

How did it get stuck there in the first place? While riding with the Caloosa Riders today, I was chit-chatting with a cyclist I met a few weeks back by the name of John. As it turns out John and I have a lot in common. For starters, we are both the same age. No big deal there, there are probably millions of people in this world who share my age.

I then found out we were both former Chicagoans who relocated down to sunny SW Florida. Ok, that’s pretty coincidental, but there are lots of refugies of the great white north living in Florida, especially during the great winter migration, commonly known as “snowbird season”.

Further idle banter revealed that he lived in the western suburbs of Chicago, Lyons to be exact, which was right next door to Riverside, the town I grew up in. Ok now the odds of that really have to be small. He also went to Lyons Township HS, a bitter rival of Riverside Brookfield HS, my old alma matter, and he played football his first years there, which meant we probably butted heads on the playing field.

His reaction to this was…”Wow! It’s a small world,” followed by a spontaneous off pitch chorus of that highly addictive and acidic tune we all love to hate….and now the damn song is stuck in my head!!!

Although I enjoyed meeting John and chatting about my old stomping grounds while cruising down Tree Line Boulevard, I absolutely despise him for sticking that song into my head….damn you John!

Oh and just in case you did not get it imbedded into your cerebral cortex, here’s the second verse…

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It’s a small small world

Route: Coconut-40 w/ the Caloosa Riders
Ride Time: 2:03:49
Stopped Time: 1:17:58
Distance: 38.39 miles
Average: 18.60 mph
Fastest Speed: 28.23 mph
Ascent: 227 feet
Descent: 222 feet
Calories: 2037


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