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I finally did some editing in Vegas again. Here's a highlight video from one of my races this past weekend.
A little insight into (some) British motorists' views about sharing the road with cyclists:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-22614569
From experience I can say that this isn't a particularly extreme incident (except maybe for the stupidity of the tweeter). I've been knocked over, cut off, squeezed between buses, gone over bonnets and car doors opened in front of me, overtaken so close that the handle bars scratched along the car ... it's survival of the fittest
I could save up for it, but by the time I have the money, it will be too cold to ride, and I don't want to put off riding for another year.
Don't have the time to read the whole thread; but I've recently started running again. I don't cycle; I hate it - what's the point of running like heck to give your butt a ride? (as my farmer ex-father-in-law once said. )
I started running again because I'm getting into shape to join the Army. Yes; you read that right - I; a 47-year-old man, am re-joining the Canadian Army as a Private Infantryman. I intend to submit my application this October; in time for the fall round of selections. Why? After I left the Army 20 years ago I never found anything that fulfilled my need for...well...fulfillment that the Army provided. It's true I was terribly damaged by the combat operations I experienced in the former Yugoslavia; but I suspect much of that difficulty was due to my being forced to watch from the sidelines; as it were. I do three things very well. I print - but my commercial trade is almost dead now; killed by the Internet. After almost twenty years in the Trade I am regularly forced back into entry-level positions (though not entry-level pay, thank God) due to the sheer number of Journeymen marking time above me in the seniority list. I fly - though I lost my pilot's licence due to alcoholism years ago and was already too old to be considered for either fixed-wing or helicopter bush flight.
But I also fight. I fight better than anyone else I've ever known. It's easily my single best skill (though I feel I should point out that fighting effectively is a blend of a plethora of widely diverse skills; it is not one single topic). There are, I am sure, many who are far better than me but I've never met them. What trade then for a man who can fight superbly well and has no moral restriction against doing so?
I was an Infantryman; a Section Commander (Sergeant) of the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry. I will be so again - it will not take me long to earn my old rank back.
I hold no illusions about how difficult it will be; I doubt anyone of my age has ever passed Battle School. But I have a major advantage: I know what it is to be Infantry. The things about Basic Training, Battle School and Infantry School that civilians consider to be 'hard': the physical brutality; the mental and emotional cruelty, etc - are not at all hard if you're mind's in the right place. The Instructors are there to weed out the weaklings - all you need to do is not be weak; and you'll get through. As a veteran; I already think like a soldier. I know exactly what Basic Training is like; I took it twice and taught it three times. Believe me - old and out-of-shape as I am; Basic will feel like a virtual vacation to me.
My only concern is my fitness level; which has slipped remarkably. I was steadily slipping in my fitness level through the years I was a civilian - one dealing with the awful effects of alcoholism and PTSD. After my testicular cancer diagnosis and treatment I fell much, much farther; I was reduced to using scooters and walkers to get around. But I have since built myself back up. I don't have a fraction of the insane physical energy I had when I was 20; but I can easily run to work (about 5 miles). My work is quite intense; regularly demanding I lift 200lb. rollers and push 2 ton rolls of paper around. My job is ideal - it combines heavy physical work with intense mental pressure. It might well be Hell to someone who isn't a workaholic; but I am one and love it.
What has this to do with running?
Sometime last year; my relief came in ten minutes early and let me go. Rather than wait 50 minutes for the bus (this was a Sunday night) I chose to run/walk the 28 blocks to the nearest bus stop that would arrive earlier. (Bad syntax. You know what I mean.)
Gawd it was awful. I switched between running and jogging; sweating and cursing the whole way; certain I was destined for a heart attack. But somewhere around the Jaimeson Lumber yard; my legs spead out; my breathing deepened and I fell into the old routine I remembered from twenty years earlier. I felt good. I made the 28 blocks in 16 minutes flat. I arrived too late to catch the bus - he arrived 30 seconds before I did - but I was able to sprint and catch him before the next stop.
THAT was when I knew I could still rejoin the Army. That I have what it takes - that I am still young enough.
Now I only have to convince my recruiter.
Wish me luck.
Here's one that looks alright - if a 50cm frame is suitable for you? It looks almost unused - the plastic on the spoke protector hasn't even yellowed.
Avoid anything that sells new at that price.
So your advice is to avoid, say, this bike or similar bikes in this price range?