No, SlingShot did NOT get arrested, which is too bad, because it would
have made a great headline. Here's what really happened.
SlingShot got kicked out of the Warwick Elementary School. Then he got
chased by the Heritage Trail cops. Some background is in order, because
SlingShot needs your help on this one.
Here is the story that explains why SlingShot is still in hiding in
Florida State and why, though he has never asked anything of the American
Road Cycling readership before, he must now make a plea for help.
Many of you may remember SlingShot from before he became a cyclist. You
will recall that SlingShot was a musician. He performed in concerts, he
taught music, and he had a full blown recording production studio used by
numerous local (and not so local) bands and musicians. He was most well known
for composing and producing his own music.
All this culminated, as one of Dr. Hull's wonderful histories of Sugar Loaf
recalls, in SlingShot producing a groundbreaking album of his own
music titled: Factory Preset.
Here's a link to help those of you who may not already know all this. However,
before you click be advised this is SlingShot's personal web site which
exists in absolute disarray because he spends all his time working on American
Road Cycling. Also, he has no desire whatsoever to put his music on the
Internet and have it stolen by 10th graders.
In any case,
CLICK HERE, but come right back.
All this music background is mentioned only because it may be important in
understanding SlingShot's current troubles, maybe in particular it shows
why he is remains in hiding in the Southland, living amongst the geriatrics.
So here we go.
In the old and golden days of the bare beginnings of computers being used in
music production, someone who was so deeply involved as SlingShot in
music composition and production gained recognition for their Golden Ear, and
a person who was so deeply involved in recognizing the best in music
reproduction was often referred to as an Audiophile. The perfect term.
This is surely a good description of a large portion of SlingShot's work.
Aside from his blistering mastery of guitar, voice, and piano, he was the
audiophile's audiophile. Since, you have seen his web site linked above,
there is no need to elaborate further on this.
Suffice it to say, now that SlingShot is involved in cycling, he felt it
would be advantageous to carry over his old credentials and begin to establish a
similar reputation in the art of riding.
Unfortunately, there are no similar designations such as "Golden Ear,"
"audiophile," or "visionary music composer," to be found within road cycling, so
SlingShot realized he must come up with a new term in order to describe
his skills around it.
He tried several names: "Golden Wheel," "grindician," "calipologist," etc.
Nothing seemed to fit. Then he came up with the only term that adequately suited
his current situation by combining his sense of "pedsmanship" with
absolute "love of the
sport" into the totally new term:
That seems to be where the trouble began. Seeking to reclaim his glory days in
music education, SlingShot went immediately over to the local elementary
school to enlist as many young people into his growing cadre of cycling sports
enthusiasts as he may find.
But when the local school officials found him on the playground plying his new
trade, they demanded credentials. SlingShot had come prepared so easily
whipped out his American Road Cycling ID and proudly stated, "I am just
trying to get kids excited about my interest. I am a Pedalfile. See, here is my
card, I am in fact a fully registered Pedalfile. I am here to get as many kids
involved as possible, in any way that I can. I am sure they will love it. It is
SlingShot was shocked to be so roughly treated, but he was kicked off the
premises without so much as a curtsey. He was however undaunted, so went
directly over to the Chester School; you know, the one next to the Heritage
Trail, and he tried again.
The last thing he remembers about the incident was his proffering his
American Road Cycling ID to the trail cop and saying, "No, really. It's ok.
I'm a registered Pedalfile. Just let me talk to the kids."
But when he saw that certain unmistakable glint of competitive nature in the
cop's eye, SlingShot decided to race him to the other end of the trail.
Those lumbering cop bikes are loaded down with all kinds of stuff, and have big
knobby tires, so when SlingShot got to the "cattle shoot" fences
the cop was out of sight. SlingShot took the moment to think, and decided to make a
game of hide and seek out of the race, so he jumped into the bushes behind the
first fence. There he immediately realized it would be even more interesting to
move the hiding part of the game down to Florida, where he remains today.
So, though SlingShot has never asked a single thing of you in the past,
he must this time beg for your help.
If you all of you would just print out a fresh new copy of your American Road
Cycling ID and carry it down to your local school, explain who SlingShot
is, state how you are also a registered Pedalfile, then describe the manner in
which all of us plan to expand our desires by riding our bikes throughout every
neighborhood that surrounds a street and gather as many kids as possible to our
sides, that should do it. If you will all but do this, well...SlingShot is sure he will be
able to come back to NY.
He is sorry that he must ask for your help. He does so only because the Black
Widow has been totally worthless on this account. Every time he mentions
this (several times daily), she just shakes her head, and SlingShot
doesn't get it.