Bathurst 12 Hour 2016

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If you know, even a little bit about racing and motorsports the world over, then the name Bathurst conjures up images of perhaps one of the greatest race tracks in the world.

This weekend the annual 12 hour endurance event will take place around the Mount Panorama circuit.  There is so much legend and history there.  The 12 hour ran in the 90’s (1991-1994)  took a break and then began again in earnest in 2007.  I linked their website if you want to see stats and winners names, etc.  This is just a short intro into these events and why you should see them, if just one time in your life.

As an ex-racer, it is impossible to not be jealous of the competitor’s there this weekend, or at any event;  anywhere or anytime in the world!   That being said;  Bathurst and Mt. Panorama sit at the top of a very exclusive list, at least for me, of the world’s current premier race circuits.

In fairness there have been a lot of great racing circuits.  Sadly, some are no longer with us.  The focus here then should be about the current places you should add to your racing bucket list because they are just too awesome to miss.

I provide this in order of importance as I see it.  You are certainly entitled to your own opinion, but see them just the same.

Next:  LeMans.  How can you not have this race and it’s rich heritage on your list?  For sheer magnitude and legacy this had to be included.

Truth be told, number one and two were easy!  The next races and facilities, well, not so much.

Number Three.  Nurburgring.  This iconic race track, the Nordshleife or “green hell” defines the very essence of road racing.  Much like the Mille Miglie or Carrera PanAmericana it’s not just a quick 3 mile lap.  At almost 21km or 13mi, for us non-metric folks, it is a challenge to race through the Eifel forrest each and ever circuit.

Number Four:  Spa.  Purist might say “Spa Francochamps”, but for most everyone, it’s just Spa.  They ran their first 24 hour race there in 1924.  In the Ardennes of Belgium it is one of the premier race circuits of the world.

Number One(again lol):  Bathurst (Mt. Panorama) I can think of quite a few reasons to go “down under”  this one is still the top of my list.  All you have to do is watch the 12hr or some V8 Supercar and you will understand why there is just not another race track like it anywhere.  Use caution, the youtube racing videos are addicting!

This list can go on and on.  I think for the sake of brevity, I’ll split it up a little.  But you can be sure on the list will be places like:  Daytona, Watkins Glen, Monaco, Sebring, Silverstone, Laguna Seca, and more.  So, stay-tuned, and happy racing!

 

 

 

Social Media for Adults :)

Now, I know, adult can be a very broad term.  I think I would like to limit it to those of us who have reached that level of maturity where we don’t really care what everyone or anyone else thinks.    It is so easy to get caught up in the river of rhetoric that flows through social media.  Seems everyone has an opinion.  Sometimes it is even difficult to tell the pudding from the propaganda, as they used to say.   It is the fate of our dearest friend , common sense, to sort things out.  But again, we find out there is really nothing common about that.    We are absolutely inundated with information.  I think it’s ok to be informed, but at what point do you say enough is enough?

I sometimes look back fondly on those days when the news came in the paper at the end of the day.  For world events, does it really matter to most of us whether we find out about something instantly or a day later?  I think not.  Granted for some disasters, time is of the essence;  here perhaps, we can be thankful for this instant gratification.  For so many other events….does it really matter to me?  In the scheme of things; for me, it does not.  Knowing about it and getting updated almost instantly is a waste of time,  when I should be doing something really productive.

The jokes abound about the  pictures of food, or cats, or sunsets that litter social media;  and in so many ways, they are just a little more than tongue in cheek.  However:  at this somewhat advanced age of 55,  I use Social Media to connect with those I would never see or possibly hear from again.  I have friends here now, that I knew 30+ years ago.  I see pictures of their families, their vacations, their lives….how would that happen without Social Media?  Maybe a postcard or a shared letter and pictures to a mother,  but I would never know.

I see the “younger” generations using it to share their thoughts and feelings about life, politics, sex, etc.  I admit to some jealousy that they have that luxury.  I know it is just a part of their life, let’s hope they use it wisely.  I wonder sometimes how we managed without a cell phone, or Google or social media growing up?  Then I remember;  we had friends and the library.  I think we did ok.  Could we have done better?  Maybe?  But then again; we walked on the moon, invented the cell phone, the search engine and the Hadron collider.

There are times during the day when I wish I was…younger.  I wish I could pick an age,   but when I think back, there were great memories across the board,  I feel I should continue making those memories now.  One of my favorite things about evolution is our and natures ability to change.

They used to say a rut is just a grave without ends.  If you ever raced motorcycles;  off-road, in the mud, you know all about ruts.  You have to be able to twist the throttle and know your innate talent, skills and abilities will carry you through any rut.  You just have to be willing to trust yourself enough to see where you are headed.

Social media is a tools for us to use.  We can either learn and live, or ignore and die.  For heaven sake, if you don’t know how to do it;   ask your daughter..you can be on Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, Pinterest,etc……in no time :)

A Place to Rest

River bank

The colors and the landscape call to me.

From a distance the forest is not so foreboding; I know I am painfully naive.

The rush of water to the shore, the leaves as they brush the ground,  all waiting for my footsteps.

It is the tranquility of this setting that makes you remember different times, different places, different faces.

The sounds, or is it the lack of sound, I can hear my every breath.

How can you not get caught-up in what you see?

It is a picture that repeats time and again, but do we see it now for the first time?

Or is it the images that flash through our minds that make this so special?

They say it’s never too late…so glad to have lived this.

Where will the tomorrow be?  Who knows?  Many guess, but none really know.

I know where it and I will be:  here,  remembering all the things I should

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Vestibular Me post, Fri July 3, 2105

The joy of a long walk, is so much time to think…I think that is a joy?

Update:  August 9,2015

Thanks to everyone who sent a “that was funny” email.  I guess, it is.  At least a little funny,  It is a month later.  I’ve ridden my VTX 1300 a little.  On the open-road it just takes more focus, and in-town too.    My gym workout starts with severe intensity this month.  My legs just feel weak.  The doctors say it’s because in order for my body, i.e. eyes to control things I use different muscles?  I hiked from Spring Valley over Mt. Helix to home,6.2 miles, legs were not an issue while I walked.  Walking on Mt. Helix, over Fuerte Dr.  is not recommended, there is not much room.  And all the really rich people in their Prius’, think their little cars are actually BMW 740’s..ahhh no.

The fact that this month will be six months just plain sucks.  The upside is slowly getting better.  Emphasis here on the word slow.  If I really focus my typing speed is back up into the 30wpm range.  I guess I shouldn’t complain.  However;  not being able to bitch, whine, or complain would be against my nature so…there you go.

I will say I have had the opportunity to read the Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss.  It’s no secret I am a Huge Tolkien fan and this seems to fall right in line.  In fairness I don’t see myself in the fantasy gendre’, but then…you never know.

Reading, watching Youtube and trying to write….more have been my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

People ask me why I walk neighborhoods, alleys, and parking lots.  I grew up on Haystack Mtn.,  we were the 2nd house built on the left side of BW rd.  I don’t like to walk with traffic.  Having grown-up in Cumberland you have to go out of you way to find traffic.

I do miss the Uncle Stan’s, who would say hello.  The Dr. Bolyard’s who would remind you when to mow next.  The Mr. Jackson’s who would tell you if you had a job, you could buy a car and not have to walk.  lol.  Now I like to watch the expressions of the people I do speak too…interesting.

After I told my Dr.’s I was walking they said ok.  Since no one seems to have a cure for Vestibular…anything, the fact that I’m doing better is a plus.  Having talked with many others…better is always good.

This seemed too much of a ramble to put on Facebook so I come here to practice my typing skills  Those, to, are getting better…slowly.  If you know anyone with VN, VL, Chronic Fatigue or the myriad of other ‘retro-virus” type illnesses and I hear about you making fun of them, I will personally come and beat your a#z.  Yeah, even I used to think it was funny…guess what?  Not so much.

I’ve had to accept the fact that flying around the world alone or scaling Everest in my underwear are probably out, other than that.  I still see few limitations.  For those that don’t care, it’s ok…neither do I!  My journey without ME started 31 years ago, I think that is long enough.  Be a part of team ME or not, it’s up to you.  I’m moving on, one way or another!!!

 

These Dreams..

OK, I was going to start a video blog, my equipment for it is mediocre at best.  So this post, I will type.  That means typing out a sentence and then back-spacing all of it to fix or correct it.  Yes, it’s a PITA.

Anyway, the Heart song, “These Dreams” comes to mind this morning.  Remember the lyrics?   Here’s a video link if you’re Googly challenged this morning.  I think this post is being driven by six hours sleep. Woo  hooo or maybe how Ann and Nancy Wilson looked in the video….not sure which, look at all that hair!

Actually I had a nice dream last night.  I probably wish it had been a little different; but there was no blood, gore, violence, etc.  So, it was just nice.

I did have that class in college, Freud and this buddies, when they talk about your subconscious and what dreams mean.  I could probably take a stab at interpreting the scary, gory ones…but the nice ones?

Maybe it’s because I almost over-dosed on Terrace P video’s at Redonkulas last night.  The last one I watched before nodding off, might have set the tone…pretty telling if I look at it that way.

Life is tough enough with the yoke you choose to wear:   Even worse when it’s chosen for you.   I’ve said it before, if you’re under 20 or 30 or even 40 you might just shake your head, go back to bed and enjoy yourself.  “Winning!!!” as Terrance would say, but at some point, and you knew there had to be a but…the tide will change.  Whether you’re a player, a sayer,or betrayer, I’m not certain whether it’s you or others…but things change.  People change, and believe it or not…you can change too!

Mine’s taken about a year.  Long year, for more than a variety of preventable and non-preventable reasons.  Focus….on the stuff you can change.  This is not a fix everyone sort of post…this is a what I am trying, here are the steps post.  I’ve come to accept a different mantra, 5 words for somethings, “not sure, really don’t care”!  Somethings, even I can’t change/fix/repair/correct.

What’s the point?  I am so happy to be able to type a little better maybe there isn’t one.  Who was in the dream?  Haaa, wouldn’t you like to know!  But like I said..it was nice.  You know what that means?  Is the point that “I’m OK with that”?   No clothes ripping, sweating, chasing each other naked thru the forest…OK, that might have been a little better, but it wasn’t like that.  Can you have a support dream where you plan for your next life?  Maybe that’s what it was,or maybe just a..move on, next stage….reminder.  Still fighting, but everyday a little better.