EL ROCINANTE PUBLISHER, JERRY MCHALE, HIT BY VAN WHILE RIDING BIKE ON BOCA CHICA BLVD.

[Editor's Note: The following post appeared on El Rocinante Publisher Jerry McHale's Facebook page]

Hey Stan,

Save some chicharrones for me, bro, gotta head over to Jerry's pad, seems like some old lady in a van ran over the crazy Irishman and his $300 bike while he was trying to cross the hike n bike trail near Boca Chica and Paredes sometime this morning and the viejo is in some bad ass pain seeing that he's got three broken ribs and is all scraped up sliding over that fucking asphalt. I told him Soraya, the Lebanese Tart, used to work at a Korean massage parlor in Austin and she could ease his pain, but he declined, moaning something about Aeselapus bringing over Saint Morphine to take care of him. Many times I tried telling him that, in Brownsville, there ain't no contest between a bike and a car: the car is bigger and therefore has the right of way- ALWAYS- no matter if there are designated bike lanes or any other provisions which nacos down here do not fucking care about. Brownsville ain't Austin, bro, where bike nuts over there almost DARE you to run them over just so they can have a martyr and take over the streets. Pero aqui te chingas, bro, if you try that shit because most drivers will call your bluff, shit they won't even recognize it as a bluff but as just being plain stupid for getting near something that is bigger than you are. I've eaten mouthfuls of gravel and left my share of skin in asphalt during my biker (motorized) years, and I definitely feel the old Irishman's pain right now. And with El Rocinante out to pasture for a spell, he'll have more time to feel the pain a little more. Anyway, I'm heading over to Guillermo's to pick up the Tart cause she wants to console the Irishman so I'll be late for the pachanga, bro, but don't hog the turkey and leave me a couple of shots to warm up the night.