Okay, so, back to today's topic. MORTICHI. I ask all of you to now focus on the flutter of images that enter your mind when you hear a name like Mortichi.
I'll give you some examples of the things I see inside my brain when I hear that glorious name.
Creepy Amish dude.
Amazing hawk from Royal Tenenbaums.
For some reason I see wizards.
(If you are bored google "wizard pics" for a good laugh.)
Now finally, the reason I am writing this. Imagine me riding an awesome bike named Mortichi... getting the visual??? Do you see me popping mad wheelies and reaching mind boggling speeds? What I'm attempting to do folks is embody all of the images I've just presented to you into one amazing feat of bikery. (I realize this is not a word.) What I want is for the people of Indianapolis to see me whizz by on Mortichi and immediately a rush of images - creepy Amish dudes, hawks, wizards... all visit their brain and make them excited about bikes. I'm going to start a biking revolution.
Oh, and p.s. The lentil soup that I spilled has now dried on my chair and it looks like I crapped my chair.
MORTICHI shall reign forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Make that seven blog readers, unless you were already counting me but I'm fairly new so, hey, I don't know.
Anywho. I read "Mortichi" as "more-TEE-chee" until I saw the hawk (good play, my friend). Then I realized that I had never seen it spelled out before, but made me remember that I always wanted to name a son "Malachy" which is Irish and pronounced like "MAL-ick-eye." So, yeah, thanks for reminding me.
By the way, you look wicked bad whizzing by on Mortichi. I can already see it.
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