Welcome to The Moth, I'm Kate Tellers.
On this episode, we're going bananas.
And apples.
Sorry, going apples isn't a phrase the intro got away from me for a second.
But we will have two stories about fruit.
One about apples, one about bananas.
First up, a very appealing story, sorry.
David Harris Gershaw told this at a Pittsburgh StorySlam where the theme was duped.
Here's David, live at The Moth.
So I had never worn a life-size banana suit until the Passover of 1997.
Now, a bit of context.
That spring has happened every spring in Athens, Georgia-wise, an undergraduate.
There is something called the twilight criterion,
which is a professional cycling race for cyclists burgeoning Lance Armstrong's of the world who on their way to Atlanta for a much bigger cycling race come to Athens where,
you know, around 10 or 11 o'clock at night they close downtown and race 400 laps.
Now, it is a drunken festive affair in Athens, Georgia.
It's one of the larger on the calendar and invariably somebody gets drunk and stumbles vomiting into the raceway and causes multi-bike pile ups,
which means it is absolutely not to be missed.
Unless, of course, you've promised your mother that that evening you would be celebrating Passover.
Because as I soon learned, if you don't, you will be found and you will be punished.