When you go on an endurance ride, youâ€™ve got to choose your partners carefully. Youâ€™ve got to have similar endurance and strength, sure, but thatâ€™s not really what I mean. Youâ€™ve got to pick people you are not going to get sick of. If you donâ€™t like knock-knock jokes, donâ€™t go riding with a guy famous for his knock-knock joke-telling prowess. If you donâ€™t like complainers, donâ€™t go riding with a guy famous for finding fault with everything.
If you donâ€™t like someone paying attention to every little thing and eventually writing a story where youâ€™re the punchline, maybe donâ€™t go riding with me.
Amazingly, my brother-in-law, Rocky, is one of those guys I can ride with all day. Heâ€™s interesting. Heâ€™s smart. Heâ€™s a good rider. Heâ€™s curiously devoid of annoying habits.
Above all, though, Rocky is a good guy to ride with because he has such remarkably bad luck that you know â€” know â€” something interesting is going to happen when you go riding with him. Iâ€™m not just talking about a tendency to have occasional mishaps. No, indeed. I am talking about a special gift for bad luck. The Bad Luck Continuum warps and shifts, just so it can find Rocky.
If you were fated to have bad luck today â€” your horoscope, fortune cookie, and priest all told you so â€” ride with Rocky. Youâ€™ll be just fine.