I recently read this amazing article:
Lawson Craddock's Amazing Last-Place Finish In The Tour De France
This reminded me of one ride that I had 28 years ago in 1990. We had registered and joined the annual Colorado
Ride The Rockies for the first time (I ended up going 3 years from 1990-1992)
and I will never forget the first time I climbed a mountain pass on my bicycle!
I was climbing a 7% grade for several miles! I never forgot how much I hurt and sweated and literally cried for relief! In addition, after climbing the pass we had to ride 80 more miles in a headwind! Even going downhill I could only manage 10 mph in my smaller chainrings and I fell further and further behind the main group.
It was the start of a love/hate feeling with those types of rides. I hated the feelings but deep down I loved it even more! I was alive and I was moving!
Chance as a real force is a myth. It has no basis in reality and no place in scientific inquiry. For science and philosophy to continue to advance in knowledge, chance must be demythologized once and for all. —RC Sproul
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~"If that's not sufficient for you go soak your head."~Faith
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