Monthly Archives: March 2013

Older post, but it encapsulates what I’ve been thinking lately…

evadingmediocrity

My wife Angela grew up in a family that believed in playing even harder than they worked, and they did so (and still do) on dirt bikes.

For the first while I didn’t ride aggressively enough to make the bike go where I wanted to end up; even thought I was “in control” I felt more like a passenger along for the ride. Depending on what I rode over/into, and how fast I was going, these “obstacles” had the potential to re-direct, stop abruptly, or in combination of the first two, injure me dearly.

I would often get going too fast for comfort as I went up hills, jumped over logs, rocks, or ruts. I would often hang on and hope for the best as the bike dropped into a rut and was forced to follow the tracks of the riders previous to me. This was terrifying at times.

I…

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