So said MacArthur ....or not. It is amazing how man's quest to please his woman with rock hard abs created this simple device, a wheel on a stick, whose future applications would lead to the technological environment we enjoy today. Yesterday with a road bike trip to the gym for some brief strength training and two laps at Crystal Ridge on my mountain bike. I ended the day with stretching some out on this simple device. The core is actually very important. Even in the bench press many hit a wall because they neglect developing their core and even their legs. Yes, the bench is a far more comprehensive determination of overall strength then it may seem.
Yesterday was the final day of Wednesday night racing. The time trial style start was a refreshing change. I truly loved the course revisions. Reducing the length by at least a mile, the fastest mile, and reversing directions on the ski hill switchbacks. Climbing the switchbacks, which I did successfully, was much more fulfilling than the mindless climb up a gravel road.
Sunset would have had me finish in the dark so I stopped at two laps. Also, I didn't want to keep everyone waiting for me to finish. They were printing out the results in the lodge at the moment I would have been in the final stretch. I had mentioned to the powers in charge that allowing people to place who didn't finish all three laps would be more attractive to less experienced riders. An idea that was rejected leaving those of slower pace either receiving 1 point for not finishing or making everyone wait. Something I find undesirable myself, who often finishes last (always?). I guess they don't want beginners or intermediate riders. No I didn't win in the drawing leaving me just over 500 for the year if you count the new scar. The night race will be November 1st. Wish I could afford some lights.
I don't know if I'll get up deer hunting for the gun or bow seasons but this great white hunter has some fresh prey in sight. Mice have been apparent since the remnants of Gustav rolled in. This trap was fantastic. The mice never caught on with its hidden death chamber. The problem is with its cheap mostly plastic construction it broke after three mice were caught three days in a row some years ago. It was too expensive too buy for only three mice a pop and I suppose if it never broke the sales would dry up. A real catch 22 for the manufacturer, but if it could do that I'd buy another. Here's a humane mouse trap. I say just add water.
The begonia. The blossom forms under the thick leathery leaves and then it just straightens up into the sky in majestic splendor. No racing for WORS or WEMS this weekend with the infamous Chequamegon (spelling has nothing in common with its pronunciation) Fat Tire Festival. Not sure why the forty mile race has become such a legendary event other than the fact that it's forty miles. Here is an article I found sometime ago now on racing in Chicago.
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