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On Fri, 11 Mar 2005 00:56:11 -0800, Zoot Katz wrote:
Thu, 10 Mar 2005 21:55:00 -0800, Ryan Cousineau wrote: (Tom Keats) wrote: Ryan Cousineau writes: Sun-tzu said: "There are roads that are not followed. Wherever these roads are, they're sure not in Vancouver. Or Burnaby. Even if there are "Detour" or "Road Closed" signs up, nobody believes 'em. I think it's a translation problem. In the book, it seems like the meaning is "there are roads that should not be followed." I have traversed a few "closed" roads in my time, but have faced at least one that stuck me entirely. I love it when you can pick up your bike, step over, under or around a barrier and keep going. On my commute to work, few years ago, they had ripped up the road dead center of my commute. Going around it involved either using a 1950's concrete road (which hadn't been maintained since the 1940's, kathunk- kathunk-kathunk) with high traffic or add several miles with heavier traffic. Since it was a 30 mile commute (each way) adding miles was not in my best interest. So I investigated the construction site and figured out how to ride though it. One day while on the return cummute I started down the closed road. Shortly after getting on the road I heard a commotion and in my mirror I was a car turn onto the same road. Turned out to be some kids that wanted to have some fun at my expense. Thing was I knew the road (and the recent 'repairs') and they didn't. The paved section quickly disappeared and they had a rough slow ride which seemed to aggrevate the hell out of them. But they kept coming, bottoming out, hitting large holes, etc. I was in fear for my life because these boys didn't seem to much in the way of IQ. They chased me for a mile and a half. At this point the road had a pit which what about 8 feet deep (they were flatting out an intersection). I knew the path through it and dropped in (there was no way of avoiding it) and rode through. They came to an emergency stop just short of the pit. I just kept going. While I wasn't happy about the chase I was pleased with my performace and the outcome. :-) -- Linux Home Automation Neil Cherry http://home.comcast.net/~ncherry/ (Text only) http://hcs.sourceforge.net/ (HCS II) http://linuxha.blogspot.com/ My HA Blog |
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Neil Cherry wrote:
On my commute to work, few years ago, they had ripped up the road dead center of my commute. Going around it involved either using a 1950's concrete road (which hadn't been maintained since the 1940's, kathunk- kathunk-kathunk) with high traffic or add several miles with heavier traffic. Since it was a 30 mile commute (each way) adding miles was not in my best interest. So I investigated the construction site and figured out how to ride though it. One day while on the return cummute I started down the closed road. Shortly after getting on the road I heard a commotion and in my mirror I was a car turn onto the same road. Turned out to be some kids that wanted to have some fun at my expense. Thing was I knew the road (and the recent 'repairs') and they didn't. The paved section quickly disappeared and they had a rough slow ride which seemed to aggrevate the hell out of them. But they kept coming, bottoming out, hitting large holes, etc. I was in fear for my life because these boys didn't seem to much in the way of IQ. They chased me for a mile and a half. At this point the road had a pit which what about 8 feet deep (they were flatting out an intersection). I knew the path through it and dropped in (there was no way of avoiding it) and rode through. They came to an emergency stop just short of the pit. I just kept going. While I wasn't happy about the chase I was pleased with my performace and the outcome. :-) Much better than a Bill Baka story! Thanks. (I forgot -- all the area kids LOVE Uncle Bill :-D ) Ride On, Bill *S*. |
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On Fri, 11 Mar 2005 15:46:08 GMT, S o r n i wrote:
Neil Cherry wrote: On my commute to work, few years ago, they had ripped up the road dead center of my commute. Going around it involved either using a 1950's concrete road (which hadn't been maintained since the 1940's, kathunk- kathunk-kathunk) with high traffic or add several miles with heavier traffic. Since it was a 30 mile commute (each way) adding miles was not in my best interest. So I investigated the construction site and figured out how to ride though it. One day while on the return cummute I started down the closed road. Shortly after getting on the road I heard a commotion and in my mirror I was a car turn onto the same road. Turned out to be some kids that wanted to have some fun at my expense. Thing was I knew the road (and the recent 'repairs') and they didn't. The paved section quickly disappeared and they had a rough slow ride which seemed to aggrevate the hell out of them. But they kept coming, bottoming out, hitting large holes, etc. I was in fear for my life because these boys didn't seem to much in the way of IQ. They chased me for a mile and a half. At this point the road had a pit which what about 8 feet deep (they were flatting out an intersection). I knew the path through it and dropped in (there was no way of avoiding it) and rode through. They came to an emergency stop just short of the pit. I just kept going. While I wasn't happy about the chase I was pleased with my performace and the outcome. :-) Much better than a Bill Baka story! Thanks. (I forgot -- all the area kids LOVE Uncle Bill :-D ) I kill filed him a long time ago! That boy's not quite right in the head! ;-) -- Linux Home Automation Neil Cherry http://home.comcast.net/~ncherry/ (Text only) http://hcs.sourceforge.net/ (HCS II) http://linuxha.blogspot.com/ My HA Blog |
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Neil Cherry wrote:
... I kill filed him a long time ago! That boy's not quite right in the head! ;-) Isn't that true of all Usenet regulars? -- Tom Sherman - Earth |
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Tom Sherman writes: Neil Cherry wrote: ... I kill filed him a long time ago! That boy's not quite right in the head! ;-) Isn't that true of all Usenet regulars? Yes. I mean, errmmm, no. I dunno. People are people, I guess. People are mostly nice, despite our propensities toward guns, cars, viscious dogs, politics & religion. Without those things, we'd probably do okay. cheers, Tom -- -- Nothing is safe from me. Above address is just a spam midden. I'm really at: tkeats [curlicue] vcn [point] bc [point] ca |
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Tom Keats wrote:
In article , Tom Sherman writes: Neil Cherry wrote: ... I kill filed him a long time ago! That boy's not quite right in the head! ;-) Isn't that true of all Usenet regulars? Yes. I mean, errmmm, no. I dunno. People are people, I guess. People are mostly nice, despite our propensities toward guns, cars, viscious dogs, politics & religion. Without those things, we'd probably do okay. You forgot h*lm*ts! -- Tom Sherman - Earth |
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Zoot Katz wrote: Thu, 10 Mar 2005 21:55:00 -0800, Ryan Cousineau wrote: (Tom Keats) wrote: Ryan Cousineau writes: Sun-tzu said: "There are roads that are not followed. Wherever these roads are, they're sure not in Vancouver. Or Burnaby. Even if there are "Detour" or "Road Closed" signs up, nobody believes 'em. I think it's a translation problem. In the book, it seems like the meaning is "there are roads that should not be followed." I have traversed a few "closed" roads in my time, but have faced at least one that stuck me entirely. I love it when you can pick up your bike, step over, under or around a barrier and keep going. Once a major diversion involved hoisting the bike over a fence to get around the stabiliser pads of a working concrete pumper truck taking most of the back lane and an officious labourer with a hard on for bikes or something taking up the rest. I wan't going to turn around and he wasn't going to let me through. So fukit dummy, I'm gone. You're stuck holding that stupid sign. That story reminded of a recent security encounter I had. I entered a building which has an indoor bike rack, but I did so from the entrance on the opposite side of the building, meaning I had to across the main concourse and down a flight of stairs to get to the rack. Right by that entrance was a security kiosk. The guard sees me enter the building and tells me I can't take my bike through there. I explain that I'm coming in to put my bike on the rack downstairs. The guard tells me I have to "go around." It so happens that the reason I went in the odd entrance was because my bike had a substantial mechanical failure (rear quick-release wouldn't hold) and "around" essentially meant walking around the outside of a building that occupied an entire city block, something which I was loath to do. I looked at the guard, exasperated, responded in the negative, shouldered my bike and walked across the concourse and down the stairs. Of course, I did know that the security protocol in that building said that the guard in the kiosk was not to leave the kiosk under normal circumstances, which helped. Walk softly and carry a bike, -- Ryan Cousineau, http://www.wiredcola.com Verus de parvis; verus de magnis. |
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