USAT elections update, What are friends?, J D's, IrongirlTexas
My decision to run for the USAT National Board has been an interesting one and over the past few days has been both amusing and disgusting. It seems as though a certain so-called long term "friend" of mine has decided I am not fit to run for the board or serve on it, assuming I win. Of course his objections and reasons were not brought before me while I was acquiring my signatures for submission to USAT for placement on the ballot, nor did my "friend" discuss it with me, either in private or in public. His personal and public attacks on me the past few days have bothered me a lot and as my mother use to say, "He got my goat." While I really don't know what goats have to do with anything I do know that it has bothered me. And the real reason is simply because this person claims to be my "friend" and has taken from our friendship over the years, numbering at least 18, with very little in return. Actually he has dealt me more misery through our "friendship" that I can mention. If he contributed anything to our "friendship" it was usually so that he could gain from it. In other words if he were to write a book on narcissism I am sure it would be a best seller since he lives it, daily. So, you ask, if this is the case why have you put up with it for so long? My rationale for putting up with this nonsense and even defending this person when others have criticized him is that my definition of "friendship" is if you really feel there is a true friendship you stand behind that person, no matter what. Plus, I have always felt his heart was in the right place. But, over the past 2 years I am finding this is not the case. My feeling is if something is there that you don't like you approach that "friend," in private and clear the air on it. This person and I had such a conversation a little over 12 years ago when I was President of the USAT National Board. He had made some public, alleged slanderous(according to the other person) statements about this race director, in print, and had signed his official title of the SMW Regional Federation. I took him aside and told him to get this straightened out one way or the other. His reply was, "I can't believe you are talking to me this way, we are supposed to be friends." My reply was simple, "It is because we are friends I am talking to you this way and asking you to clear up this unfortunate thing that is giving the Regional Federation, and the sport a bad name." He later did what I ask and it was resolved. So, that is really all I am asking and no matter what it is not coming forth, so I can only assume that we are not true friends after all. After a few days of thinking about it and letting it "get my goat," I have resolved that I will do everything I can to win the election. I am convinced that this attack on me is simply because of the fear from my opponent that I will win and he has gathered up his ole cronies to make sure everything can be done to discredit me. So, I stand by my platform that I submitted to the nominating committee and I will work hard to receive enough votes to win by at least one, since that is all it takes.
Yesterday was a full day, first I started with a 30 mile bicycle ride, then I headed East on the "Hog" to a little town, population around 2500, off of the caprock and home of the infamous JD's Bar and Grill. This town is also the home of Jackson's famous beef jerky, Ole Trade Days, lots of cowboys and oil field workers. JD's is famous for their cold beer, "best hamburgers in town", and Thursday night 14 oz. rib eye steaks. I will confess I have experienced all of the above and it is great. Over the years this little watering hole has become popular among the locals, but also for the riders of iron horses and on any given day you will see a few parked in the lot while their owners are refreshing their selves. Since I was riding by myself I really did't know what to expect as to what the crowd would be like today at JD's. When I pulled up I noticed no iron horses, but a couple of pickups outside. When I entered I noticed there were two women at the bar and three men sitting at one of the tables. They didn't appear to be together and I didn't know any of them. So, I took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered my adult beverage(draft Coors light)and hamburger(cooked medium well, mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, no pickles). Due to the thickness of the hamburger meat it takes a good 20 minutes to cook it, so I ordered it immediately and figured my first cold beer would be gone before the burger was finished. I was right, so I had to order another one just to balance it out with the eating of the burger(does this make sense?). My plan was to just sit at the end of the bar, mind my own business and not engage in any kind of conversation. My reason for this is simple, this kind of conversation usually goes like this, "where are you from, what do you do, why don't you smile more, what kind of bike do you ride, etc., etc." So, as I was following my plan the inevitable happened, "the lady at the end of the bar asks me if I want to have sex with her, whoops!!! not really just kidding!!!(besides Marti may read this, but I doubt it), she really asks, "why don't you smile more?" The only other question or comment I hate more than that one is, "you look tired, are you tired?" In an effort to answer her I said, "I am just deep in thought and it never occurred to me to smile about it." After all I am thinking about a friend who has been dinging me for the past few days and he got my goat. So, now she is feeling sorry for me and wants to know the full story. I refuse to go into it and I divert the conversation to another topic, the ole where are you from, what do you do, etc. This always gathers attention and the original thoughts disappear. Then something always get to the ages of the people in the room. While the men were still doing their business at the table and really wanted no part of the conversation, I also noticed that the room had filled with smoke. After taking a population count I noticed that of the 7 people in the bar, including the bar maid, 6 were smoking(guess who wasn't?). While trying to eat my burger, drink my cold beer, and mind my own business I was having to answer the questions put before me. Yep, I am in the consulting business now after being in the manufacturing business, and now am running for the USAT National Board so I can be treated like crap and made fun of by my friends. Boy, was that an eye opener and did they wish they hadn't ask!! No, I don't live in Lubbock, I live in Ransom Canyon. The reply on that is always, "I know where that is, I have a friend who lives there(I hope they are better than my long time friend, I think to myself), and then the last line of questioning centers around age. When I reveal I am a ancient 67 years old and have a son 45, they nearly fall off of the stool. Gosh almighty I thought you were around 45 yourself. Then I have to guess their age, I peg one at 38(she was actually 45) and the other one at 40(she was actually 51). I have learned it is always better to go real low on the initial guess, then you a good to go for the rest of the conversation. So, we bonded on the age thing, agreed that raising kids can be a drag at times and they needed more discipline, etc. Now it was time to look at the bottom of my frosted Coors light mug and hit the road. I couldn't wait to climb on that "Hog" and hit the road. My enthusiasm for riding is best described, by me, in that riding a motorcycle is the closest thing to sex than anything I know. I had my first "Hog" when I was 12 and actually had sex the first time at that age, so I know what I am talking about here. Now to get back to the subject, I hit the road going West to Ransom Canyon and before I knew it my speedometer said 90 mph. Man did this feel good and rather than slow the "Hog" down I went on to 100 mph, then I got to thinking, this maybe a tad too fast and the speed limit is only 70. I think slowed to 80 and kept the pace. There were some cars on the road but no "Hogs." The ride back was great, so now I had to top it off with a movie, popcorn(no butter), and a small coke. My practice here is to go to the movie house and what ever movie comes on at the time I drive up(within 10 minutes of show time), that I haven't seen, will be my choice. This is a great rule, then you don't have to think. The only problem is you do see some bombs, but they also turn out good. My movie, "Miami Vice" was coming on @ 7:25 and it was 7:20 so I had it made. Fact is I had rather enter the movie at the time the credits for the movie I am going to see are finishing up. The problem is generally you can't find a good seat at that time. Today I hit it good, the credits were just coming on and there were some good seats. This practice is more challenging when Marti and I go, because then we need two seats instead of one, and have had to sit on the first two rows before. Miami Vice turned out to be a very good movie. Lots of violence, sex, great dance scenes, bad language but not as bad as I figure it would be, lots of action and the bad guys went down in the end. A well done movie, if you go in expecting some bad stuff since it was about drug dealers. Funny thing is as I hear about and read about this billion dollar drug problem in the United States I have come up with the perfect solution to the problem and guarantee it will eliminate all drug imports. If everyone who uses drugs would just quit the habit, there would be no need for drug imports.
The first annual IronGirlTexas was held last weekend in Irving(Las Colinas), Texas and this female only triathlon was a great success. The turn out was something over 560 ladies, with perfect weather and an excellent venue. We wish to thank Stacie Brode and her group of volunteers for making it happen and for all the hard work they did. We look forward to 2007 and are in the planning stages now for another big year. Thanks to all the athletes who supported the race, please come back next year and bring three friends.
Thanks to all my readers, for reading, and if you are an annual member of USAT residing in the SouthMidwest Region please vote for me,BUT, if you don't want to vote for me then just VOTE for the candidate of your choice! Also, forgot to mention, if you want to read the saga of how bad I am, in the eyes of my friend, go to www.slowtwitch.com. Only believe half what you read and contact me direct at mikeg82617@aol.com if you want the truth, i.e. t-triathlon, r-resourceful, u-unified, t-tenacity, h-honesty!! How good can it get??
Off to swim and ride the "Hog", probably catch another movie,
greer
Yesterday was a full day, first I started with a 30 mile bicycle ride, then I headed East on the "Hog" to a little town, population around 2500, off of the caprock and home of the infamous JD's Bar and Grill. This town is also the home of Jackson's famous beef jerky, Ole Trade Days, lots of cowboys and oil field workers. JD's is famous for their cold beer, "best hamburgers in town", and Thursday night 14 oz. rib eye steaks. I will confess I have experienced all of the above and it is great. Over the years this little watering hole has become popular among the locals, but also for the riders of iron horses and on any given day you will see a few parked in the lot while their owners are refreshing their selves. Since I was riding by myself I really did't know what to expect as to what the crowd would be like today at JD's. When I pulled up I noticed no iron horses, but a couple of pickups outside. When I entered I noticed there were two women at the bar and three men sitting at one of the tables. They didn't appear to be together and I didn't know any of them. So, I took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered my adult beverage(draft Coors light)and hamburger(cooked medium well, mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, no pickles). Due to the thickness of the hamburger meat it takes a good 20 minutes to cook it, so I ordered it immediately and figured my first cold beer would be gone before the burger was finished. I was right, so I had to order another one just to balance it out with the eating of the burger(does this make sense?). My plan was to just sit at the end of the bar, mind my own business and not engage in any kind of conversation. My reason for this is simple, this kind of conversation usually goes like this, "where are you from, what do you do, why don't you smile more, what kind of bike do you ride, etc., etc." So, as I was following my plan the inevitable happened, "the lady at the end of the bar asks me if I want to have sex with her, whoops!!! not really just kidding!!!(besides Marti may read this, but I doubt it), she really asks, "why don't you smile more?" The only other question or comment I hate more than that one is, "you look tired, are you tired?" In an effort to answer her I said, "I am just deep in thought and it never occurred to me to smile about it." After all I am thinking about a friend who has been dinging me for the past few days and he got my goat. So, now she is feeling sorry for me and wants to know the full story. I refuse to go into it and I divert the conversation to another topic, the ole where are you from, what do you do, etc. This always gathers attention and the original thoughts disappear. Then something always get to the ages of the people in the room. While the men were still doing their business at the table and really wanted no part of the conversation, I also noticed that the room had filled with smoke. After taking a population count I noticed that of the 7 people in the bar, including the bar maid, 6 were smoking(guess who wasn't?). While trying to eat my burger, drink my cold beer, and mind my own business I was having to answer the questions put before me. Yep, I am in the consulting business now after being in the manufacturing business, and now am running for the USAT National Board so I can be treated like crap and made fun of by my friends. Boy, was that an eye opener and did they wish they hadn't ask!! No, I don't live in Lubbock, I live in Ransom Canyon. The reply on that is always, "I know where that is, I have a friend who lives there(I hope they are better than my long time friend, I think to myself), and then the last line of questioning centers around age. When I reveal I am a ancient 67 years old and have a son 45, they nearly fall off of the stool. Gosh almighty I thought you were around 45 yourself. Then I have to guess their age, I peg one at 38(she was actually 45) and the other one at 40(she was actually 51). I have learned it is always better to go real low on the initial guess, then you a good to go for the rest of the conversation. So, we bonded on the age thing, agreed that raising kids can be a drag at times and they needed more discipline, etc. Now it was time to look at the bottom of my frosted Coors light mug and hit the road. I couldn't wait to climb on that "Hog" and hit the road. My enthusiasm for riding is best described, by me, in that riding a motorcycle is the closest thing to sex than anything I know. I had my first "Hog" when I was 12 and actually had sex the first time at that age, so I know what I am talking about here. Now to get back to the subject, I hit the road going West to Ransom Canyon and before I knew it my speedometer said 90 mph. Man did this feel good and rather than slow the "Hog" down I went on to 100 mph, then I got to thinking, this maybe a tad too fast and the speed limit is only 70. I think slowed to 80 and kept the pace. There were some cars on the road but no "Hogs." The ride back was great, so now I had to top it off with a movie, popcorn(no butter), and a small coke. My practice here is to go to the movie house and what ever movie comes on at the time I drive up(within 10 minutes of show time), that I haven't seen, will be my choice. This is a great rule, then you don't have to think. The only problem is you do see some bombs, but they also turn out good. My movie, "Miami Vice" was coming on @ 7:25 and it was 7:20 so I had it made. Fact is I had rather enter the movie at the time the credits for the movie I am going to see are finishing up. The problem is generally you can't find a good seat at that time. Today I hit it good, the credits were just coming on and there were some good seats. This practice is more challenging when Marti and I go, because then we need two seats instead of one, and have had to sit on the first two rows before. Miami Vice turned out to be a very good movie. Lots of violence, sex, great dance scenes, bad language but not as bad as I figure it would be, lots of action and the bad guys went down in the end. A well done movie, if you go in expecting some bad stuff since it was about drug dealers. Funny thing is as I hear about and read about this billion dollar drug problem in the United States I have come up with the perfect solution to the problem and guarantee it will eliminate all drug imports. If everyone who uses drugs would just quit the habit, there would be no need for drug imports.
The first annual IronGirlTexas was held last weekend in Irving(Las Colinas), Texas and this female only triathlon was a great success. The turn out was something over 560 ladies, with perfect weather and an excellent venue. We wish to thank Stacie Brode and her group of volunteers for making it happen and for all the hard work they did. We look forward to 2007 and are in the planning stages now for another big year. Thanks to all the athletes who supported the race, please come back next year and bring three friends.
Thanks to all my readers, for reading, and if you are an annual member of USAT residing in the SouthMidwest Region please vote for me,BUT, if you don't want to vote for me then just VOTE for the candidate of your choice! Also, forgot to mention, if you want to read the saga of how bad I am, in the eyes of my friend, go to www.slowtwitch.com. Only believe half what you read and contact me direct at mikeg82617@aol.com if you want the truth, i.e. t-triathlon, r-resourceful, u-unified, t-tenacity, h-honesty!! How good can it get??
Off to swim and ride the "Hog", probably catch another movie,
greer
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