Or is it just Beene playing at Marymoor Park?

The mention of Cujo brings up a funny memory for me. My older brother used to own a Peugeot bicycle. It was a nightmare. He bought it off one of my dad’s students and it was about nine sizes too big. But, there was an upside to those of us who didn’t need to ride it. Not only was it ugly, but had the added benefit that my brother couldn’t keep it upright. In fact, he crashed it so many times, he started referring to it as “Cujo” rather than “Peugoet”. You know, as in, “Cujo got me…” after he wiped out. And it’s not like this just happened on corners or other “tricky” areas…I remember once coming across him on a dead straight section of road, lying in the ditch. “Cujo got me…”