October 22, 2008 Leave a comment
Maverick (n.) – an independent individual who does not go along with a group or party
If one were to ask some of our most politically minded individuals (or Sarah Palin) to name the first person who comes to their mind after hearing this word, the tabulated answer would probably be this man:
Meanwhile, others who are not so politically wired might name either one of the 2 gentleman here:
Not into movies? Then you might drag Brett Favre into the conversation (I hope the recent allegations levied against him are not true).
As for me, a blogger just trying to get a hit (get your mind out of the gutter), I wouldn’t go with any of the aforementioned people.
Who do I think of when I hear “maverick”? Larry David (below).
I think of Mr. David only because my “maverick” bears a striking resemblance to the Seinfeld (this show is so good that it made me like NYC) co-creator.
My “maverick” (let’s call him “Larry”) rides my commuter bus in the morning. Everyday, “Larry” makes use of our converted charter bus’ ventral luggage compartment by cramming his 10-speed in there.
Inevitably, people stare at him through the whole process. Even people who see him do this day in and day out, I’m guilty as charged.
People from all walks of life stare at him, from the suburbanites cocooned inside the bus to the homeless dudes who gather at “Larry’s” Med Center stop (Fannin at McGregor).
So why’s “Larry” a maverick? Because despite the hushed whispers and incredulous looks from fellow passengers (he makes us all late to work) and homeless people (their “c’mon man!” glares betray the fact that they all think he’s crazy), “Larry” keeps keepin’ on by making his bike every bit the commuter that he is.
So here’s to you, Ler and your maverick spirit, Dallas Maverick owner Mark Cuban’s got nothing on you.
[this post is dedicated to a true bike commuter, my fellow blogger, Jason K]