I’m tired. I’m tired of complaining about the Trolley Pub. I’m tired of seeing it. I’m tired of hearing it. I’m tired of waiting in traffic behind it, creeping along Davie St. at six miles per hour. I should be complaining about Slide the City and the Ironman Triathlon, which are currently forming the perfect storm to create one of the worst weekends in the history of Raleigh. Yet here I am, addressing a Trolley Pub story that has been Tweeted, texted, emailed, and Facebooked to me countless times this week. I tried to make people realize how terrifying these Trolley Pubs are by contributing to the April Fools’ Day Trolley Pub Apartment story, but for some reason they’re still rolling around Raleigh. Let’s just get this out of the way and be done with it.
For those of you that have been so #blessed to not know what the Trolley Pub is until now, I’m sorry for ruining your life by bringing this to your attention. A Trolley Pub, Pedal Pub, or Cycle Pub is a 14-16 passenger vehicle that is powered by riders who have to bring their own beer and pay $30 per person to pedal from bar to bar on their quest for Fireball shots. On paper, a vehicle transporting my friends and I around town while we enjoy a few hundred beers is a great idea. However, that already exists and it’s called White Horse. The Trolley Pub claims to be a great way to tour a city while getting some exercise and having a few drinks with your friends. In reality, it resembles a Tahoe sized drunk baby screaming “WHHHHOOOOO!!!!!” as it sloppily crawls its way down busy city streets, holding up traffic and tormenting anyone within a 5 block radius. Let’s take a quick look at a few examples of the Trolley Pub ruining our way of life before I explain the worst part of its existence.
I'm on the way to the ER and this thing pulls in front of me. I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next. pic.twitter.com/OqQHSCabuc
— William N. Finley IV (@WNFIV) May 24, 2015
Notice the double yellow line on the street. I had to BREAK THE LAW in order to pass the Trolley Pub on my way to the emergency room. I didn’t have time to wait 15 minutes while it sputtered down one block.
— William N. Finley IV (@WNFIV) November 22, 2014
— Josh (@JHillVA) May 24, 2015
The main problem I have is not with the Trolley Pub itself, it is with the riders. There are two types of people in the world: those who ride the Trolley Pub, and those who have graduated from high school. Trolley Pub riders can be broken down into a few categories.
1.) Hells Angels – the JoCo, Zebulon, Garner gang
These out of town riders come to Raleigh for a nice Saturday of terrorizing downtown bars and restaurants. They “WHHHOOOO” and hoot and holler while blaring Top 40 “hits” that are at least 5 years old. You’ll hear them coming from blocks away as they shout, “Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, ERRRYYYBOOODDYY!!!” (I had to suffer through watching that music video to ensure I had the correct amount of “shots” in there. It’s sixteen.)
2.) The Bachelorette/Bachelor Party
This group of riders boards the Trolley Pub at least a few drinks deep already. The Bachelorette can be identified by her classy sash and phallic shaped drinking straw bobbing up and down in her vodka cranberry. The Bachelor is the bro high fiving his other bros and Snapchatting his future ex-wife because really, who would stay married to someone who rides the Trolley Pub? The Bachelorette group shrieks at the top of their overly intoxicated lungs hoping that someone will drive by and do this so they can all giggle and think they’re hot.
By the end of the night the Bachelorette/Bachelor is crying/vomiting while their Maid of Honor/Best Man stumbles around trying to find their purse/cracked iPhone 4.
3.) Team Building with Coworkers from that New Cool Startup
This group just started working for a start-up that closed a $317,000 round for Appy App, their farm to table gluten free appetizer delivery app that Mark Cuban almost invested in. Attempting to “leverage the social footprint of each employee to maximize engagement”, they’ll create a lame hashtag like #AppyApplovestheTrolleyPub and will live-tweet the entire ride. After about an hour, the new girl will be so drunk off PBR and Fireball that she’ll be telling the CEO how bad his facial hair is and that she’s waiting for a call back from Citrix because she’s totes worth more than what she’s getting paid now.
4.) The Bar Golfers
Bar golfers are already insufferable, so their decision to ride the Trolley Pub and make people hate them even more is quite perplexing. You’ll be able to spot them on the Trolley Pub wearing golf attire from T.J. Maxx as they chug Bud Light Mixxtails and pregame for the premier of the new Entourage movie. They’ll spend the entire night shouting quotes like, “Let’s hug it out, bitch!” and “Baby bro! I don’t wanna move back to Queens!”
5.) ITBers who reluctantly ride the Trolley Pub because it’s a friend’s birthday/engagement/some other event
This group is an outlier to my previous statement about there being only two types of people in the world. These are the ONLY people that should be allowed to ride the Trolley Pub. They are simply having a good time and enjoying the company of their 15 closest friends. They aren’t “WHOOOOO-ing” or hooting and hollering, and they certainly aren’t screaming “shots” sixteen times before slurring “ERRRYYBOOODDYY”.
Now that we can all see why the Trolley Pub is so universally despised we can truly appreciate the acts of six brave American heroes. Last Saturday in Minnesota, six heroes wielding water guns and water balloons set out on their bicycles to put an end to this madness, or at least moderately inconvenience whoever was riding the Trolley Pub that day. Unfortunately for our heroes, a few of the Trolley Pub riders were off-duty police officers. The off-duty cops became enraged after getting wet and took justice into their own hands by subduing our heroes and threatening to break their arms, because that’s a totally reasonable reaction…
It’s so out of character for police officers to overreact, so the only logical conclusion is that the Trolley Pub somehow turns its riders into belligerent monsters.
Our heroes were charged with assault and terrorist threats, which is a FELONY. Let that sink in. Using water guns and water balloons to stick up for our freedom from the oppression of Trolley Pubs is a felony. When are we going to charge the Trolley Pub with terrorist threats and for assaulting our way of life? While I applaud their efforts, these heroes should have used Tahoes as getaway vehicles and Super Soakers filled with tears from Trolley Pub victims to make their statement more poignant and dramatic. Regardless, they will all be named honorary ITBers for their acts of bravery. I would love to create some sort of movement to follow in their footsteps, but I’m afraid to even blog about it because I don’t want to be charged with terrorism. Dad’s lawyers would have a field day with that one.
A lot of people have said to me, “Have you tried it before? It’s actually a lot of fun.” So? Some people think skydiving is a lot of fun, but you don’t see skydivers dropping down in the middle of Fayetteville St. when I’m trying to have a beer or eat an $8 hotdog. (If I just gave someone the idea for a skydiving Trolley Pub I’m going to kill myself.) Your definition of fun does not trump my desire for the Trolley Pub to not exist.
The Trolley Pub is simply unAmerican. Everyone has to pitch in and pedal in order for it to work, which sounds a lot like communism to me. If there is anything that can unite us Broughton, Enloe, Woodberry Forest, and Hale grads, it is this. There is no place for Trolley Pubs in our city, the city that our parents raised us in and pay for us to live in now. If you could put normal ITB people that you’ve known for 30 years on it, remove the pedaling, install kegs and a cooler for Jell-O shots, put it in a permanent location, and give it a better name, I might consider doing it. Basically, make it Churchill’s. Unfortunately, I don’t see that happening any time soon. I shouldn’t even have to say this but I am declaring an ITB boycott on all Trolley Pubs. I don’t care if it’s someone’s birthday or anniversary or even their funeral, all self-respecting ITB residents must stop riding the Trolley Pub. I know that won’t solve the problem of outsiders flocking to Raleigh for a Saturday night of “WHHHOOOO-ing”, so I’m open to suggestions. I’m just a guy trying to figure out how to live my life without being violated by the Trolley Pub.