Mr. Clark had a statue in front of the Provo house. For some reason he tore it down. Maybe she was too beautiful for the neighborhood. She found her way to Kiowa Valley and has made the rounds on birthdays. Today she ended up on my doorstep with an Aloha sign. I immediately knew Susan had a hand in it. She knows how I feel about Aloha. It’s Hawaiian for “Hello, and I demand you say it back to me.” I will not be compelled. I remain silent whenever I hear that foul word. Things might change if I ever make it to Hawaii, but that won’t happen any time soon.
Monthly Archives: July 2007
Today was a rough day at work. I couldn’t get rid of my headache and I was dragging all day. The Monster Lo-Carb energy drink took the edge off the headache more than the pills. I jumped on my bike hoping to cause myself to throw up, thus feeling better. I never threw up, but I felt better. I rode the south single track by my house, hitting some good jumps. I came to the section that Mike Both rolled a few days ago. After about eight approaches I finally rolled it. And I lived, so I did it again. I have a policy that originated in mountain biking- if you can do it once you are lucky. If you can do it twice you can do it. I rolled it twice so I can do it. The problem with that section is that it doesn’t look like you should be able to roll over it because it is so steep. It looks like a guaranteed endo, but it’s stupid easy. It made me think about how many times we hold ourselves back because of how we perceive the situation. We are only born with two fears- being dropped and loud noises. Every other fear is learned, and then it’s so hard to unlearn. Time to hit the books. **Picture was taken after this posting, by Agent Peck on 7/19/07**
Mike Both and I rode our dividing valley, then dropped in on the Eagle Mountain single track #3. We hit the jumps more consistently today. Mike saw someone ride through a difficult section last week and decided to try it. It’s 2-3 feet of steep rock, and it looks like you couldn’t possibly ride over it. It would be great as a jump, but it goes straight into a hard right turn. You could probably wheelie drop it and control your speed to make the turn. Riding over would be my last option, but Mike lowered his seat and did it. Twice. There is a diverging road just passed being a man. To the left is stupidity, and to the right is glory. Mike took the fork to the right. He is glorious. **This picture was taken after the posting, by Agent Peck on 7/19/07**