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The Doclopedia #1,852
That Time Doc & I Went To…: Hell In A Handbasket.
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I’ve known Doc for 30 years, so you’d think I would have learned by now that he is not one to ignore a challenge. Or, as it turned out, even a casual comment.
One day, at a gathering of friends for an outdoor party, I mentioned something about going to hell in a handbasket. Almost immediately, Doc said “I can arrange that!” and within 2 minutes the Bus appeared.
Looking like a giant basked formed by human hands.
Doc said “All aboard for Hell, or a reasonable facsimile thereof!”, and we got in and were off.
Travel via the Bus is a matter of seconds, so before we could even get comfy in our seats, we were on the surface of Venus. A force field kept us safe from the heat, pressure and acid atmosphere, but yes, Venus is very hellish.
Then we popped over to a post nuclear war Earth that was a whole other sort of hell. Not a nice place to visit at all.
Finally, we went to Earth of happy singing fundamentalist Christian cartoon animals. I wanted to commit suicide after less than a minute. Several people were crying and/or getting sick.
Then we were back at the party and the Bus was her bussy self again. We were all greatly relived and vowed to be extra careful about what we said around Doc.
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The Doclopedia #1,853
That Time Doc & I Went To…: The Dinosaur Races.
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You never know what my friend Doc will suggest for a day out, so when he asked me if I wanted to go to the dinosaur races, I was all, “Okay, sounds like fun.”
We popped over to a 19th Century Earth where living dinosaurs had been discovered in 1705 and were being bred for various uses. For racing, they used the Gallimimus that were specially bred for racing. They were pretty cool looking and reminded me of large ostriches.
I figured we’d be betting on the races, so I asked Doc if he had money for this world. He said yes, and we’d place our bets, BUT, we’d also be riding in the race. Have I mentioned that Doc is crazy?
So, 15 minutes later, there I am on the back of a big female therapod getting ready for the starting gun to go off. Doc was three spots down from me. Then the gun went off and the race was on.
Some notes on the race…
1: The saddles were very well padded and comfy.
2: A big Gallimimus can hit 50 miles an hour and run like that for a long time. In our cast, that was for 2.5 kilometers on a track with turns and hills.
3: Galimimuses (?) squawk and yell loudly the entire time they are running.
4: I was scared silly for the entire race.
5: I came in 2nd. Doc came in 4th.
It was an interesting experience and then Doc took me for High Tea to calm my nerves. I needed it.
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