When I was a kid the climax in virtually all of my cinematic experiences was the floundering and then subsequent rescuing of the villain from sure death in quicksand. Admittedly, I mostly watched Tarzan movies set in Africa, which is apparently pocked with Venus Man Traps of the sandy variety.
Since the heyday of the Tarzan flicks, intrepid sign makers have been at work crafting increasingly alarming quicksand warning signs that cover everything from “Blimey, this is a sticky wicket!” to “Glub, Glub, Bye, Bye.”

Whether you call Kviksand, Drijfzand or Quicksand, it all sucks!

While quicksands drags you down to the watery depths, nothings lifts you up quite like the rapture. Behold! Saint John, the Cyclist.

Of course it’s only fair that if the rapture zones are to be clearly marked that the smiting areas should also have proper warning signs, may I humbly suggest:

Dictionary sidebar: the verb “smite” means literally to strike with a firm blow, while the past participle of smite is “smitten” which means to be strongly attracted to someone.  And who hasn’t been there, am I right my friend?

Thanks Gin for getting me going on the quicksand quest by sending the panicked jazz hands of the Drijfzand victim and also for the ascension scene from the bike lane.

Until next time, be careful out there, you’ve been warned.

CJ