Originally Posted by Eclectus

Brian,

When I used to rid to my hose in Lake Oswego, to Forest Hills and back, there was nobody else out there. I wish there were, like somebody coming on my tail, making me push faster, somebody passing me and challenging me to keep up with, somebody going the other way to turn around, and reel in or puke trying.

It is lonely being a pioneer. It's kinda fun, but you'd like to connect with people, and push each other. It wasn't there in 1990. I pioneered roadbiking riding across WV,, I don't get a plaque or memorial service. There are two types of road-riding: I do this first; and "Lots of people have done it, but I'm faster."

I was looking for people to challenge in 1990, but there was nobody there. So I chose to challenge myself,. That's the cool thing about Oregon and BC, when I used to ski out-of-bounds. You break your ankle, you get your family stuck in tree holes and extract them, you force them to trust you, because otherwise they are going to die, you bodysurf with great white sharks, you are willing to risk your life, mostly you just trust God, and go with it. My mom used to say, "You can't test God," well, I did. He always rescued me.


If you don't believe this, I can give you some good recs on where to ski off trail, and swim with Great White Sharks. Grizzly/ Alaskan Brown / Polar bears I'm not sure, but I think I know how to deal with them . Black bears are soo easy...

Dogs, are you kidding me? If you can't project youtrself as an alpha dog, ride in a car, cab or bus.

If you want, I can take you out and show you how to do alpha-dog, if you aren't a weenie. You don't have to put your bike between the dog and you. You don't need pepper spray or ammonia.

There is a way of saying, "I'm alpha, I'm the 4-star general, you're beta, your the colonel, stand down," and they do. Or you are the American general with Marine and Army forces,and Predator drones to drill them, and they are the Taliban chieftans, and the run away.

I've confronted pitt bulls, dobermans and German shepherds, including pot-plot guarding ones in NorCal.. My son was bitten by a pitt-bull. Not me. I make them back off. I don't need chemical spray gun. I just let them know, "You really don't want to mess with me. You might injure me, but you are dead. Is that what you want?" I mean, I love dogs. But if they think they can attack me, I set them straight. I mostly tell them, "I'm just passing through, give me passage, but if you want to fight over it, i'll take you down. I don't want to, I just want to go through, let me pass it's not worth you dying for." And they get it. Dogs are cool.

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