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[MENTION=415273]jtaylor996[/MENTION] I know I need to get a new one and will, but to be honest there's no visible sign the helmet touched the road. It's very odd. I'm also thinking maybe my hand struck my sunglasses which pushed the nose bridge into my forehead hard enough to bruise it, since it seems low to be from my helmet. You can see the redness just between my ample eyebrows in that photo.

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wut

This reminds me that I need to check out my brakes. The last few rides have been very, very wet and grimy, and on Saturday the brakes were sounding like train horns. Would that be from grit/debris? I'll clean the rotors off, but what do I need to do anything with the pads? Some light brass brush love or anything?

The Shadow knows.

Meanie

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Another random thought- it's SO NICE to work for a company that actually values and promotes people who are driven and willing to contribute to the organization. This place is very upwardly mobile and there are some roles I could see myself filling in the future, particularly economic forecasting and GIS/mapping as I studied those things in my schooling days.

When you realize that what you're doing for work is actually the same thing you used to be doing to avoid work, you've probably found a better career path. I realized that today while looking at parcel maps. I literally posted a link in this thread to an aerial imagery site I was playing with a few months ago while sitting at my old dead end job, and now I get to use similar stuff as part of my day to day work :)

Sounds about right.

Do what you love, the money will follow. I know it's just a saying, but it's amazing how true it actually is. Good it sounds pretty true to life, in your case.

I'm back after my brief exile; it seems that my passport has been returned to me by the Prefect's office. I return with no particular sense of chastisement, mind you, or that I come slouching back with my tail between my legs. Nevertheless, it is fine to be among my two-wheeler brethren once again. Yet, I come to inveigle myself, as is my natural inclination, none the worse for wear except for some unfortunate road rash (seems to be the season for it) and--what!--of all things, a bad saddle sore.

First things first. I rejoined mainly to commiserate with everybody who follows MotoGP regarding the untimely passing of Nicky Hayden, who was not just a fantastic motorcyclist but a true gentleman as well. It was a pleasure of mine to have met him once at Laguna Seca a few years ago. It is so sad, particularly because of the way that it transpired. I gather, from the news readout at la Gazzetta dello Sport, that witnesses say that he was in the habit of crossing this one street/highway without regard to the signage indicating a stop; when he crossed he was hit from the left-hand side at that point by a 30 year-old driver who it appeared was not under the influence of any substances. This is going to be confirmed with some video footage of that spot that has been found. The whole MotoGP world is in disbelief and grieving his loss immensely.

The part that connected with me was not the tragic death part, but the part where he's talking about "feeling at one with god/universe" while racing. Total zone performer. That is what I miss most about road racing cars. It's expensive, but training your mind to take in that much information at speed while your body is performing this kind of dance to a strict rhythm... it takes you to this spiritual kind of place. Kind of like a meditative dance, I guess.

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Kudes!
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Welcome back.

I held off comment in regards to the driver, as no one seems to have said anything in relation to his fault. Not that I want it to be the fault of anyone, but it may be easier to take had it been an evil car driver that did this thing. Sucks, and it really sucks now.

You're lucky to have met the man.

If you would quit taking beet pills, and take beet powder like a trooper, maybe you would quit getting sent to exile island.

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Mine sound like that at the beginning of a wet CX event. Usually goes away, after a couple of brake applications.

Or you could try this - Disc Brake Silencer | SwissStop

That's what I was doing to the bike I rode today.

Well I think that was what made the death seem so tragic. There you had someone who was doing the zone/flow thing and you could sense that he's someone doing it right. Then he's gone, like a light extinguished. It just makes you realize how transitory stuff like that is and how you should appreciate it if/when you ever get it yourself.

I'd love to see these in a sprint finish.

That would make it cross fit.

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But I don't know how to make it.

Last!

Apparently.