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Then, I simmer down and remember: complaining does nothing. Action does everything. The team in one farewell "poof" disappeared into the aether. The events leading up to the final end was more confusing than a dissertation on quantum physics.
Like the Heisenberg Principle, the closer I got to figuring out what exactly happened, the more bizarre and obscure the answer actually became.
It goes without saying, this is not the best way to begin the first year of my career as a professional cyclist. There is also a bit of a difficult catch.
Riding for the National Team is not an option since it is reserved specifically for developing u23 riders. If I could, I'd race for a domestic road team.
I couldn't move my left shoulder. And by the look of that elbow its busted too with that there road rash all the way down to the bone," the medic said nonchalantly.
What's your pain on a scale of one to ten," he asked as the ambulance roared. I had no perception of pain. I didn't care one damn bit.
It was in shock anyway. So pain wasn't an issue. By the time the ambulance arrived at the hospital I had silently overcome my disappointment with a few moments of hidden, hot tears.
It's over, deal with it, Dan. And I did. Twenty X-rays later, the E. The doc did the best he could to stitch the mangled skin.
Plus, nobody likes a whinny cry-baby. Doc rolled his eyes and said, " Just keep still. I almost finished the hardest race of the season in the lead group.
And now I was going to NYC! With a barely functional bike I patched back together with spare parts! Season's over. Last night in NYC: speakeasy shaman.
Every morning I spent a good hour guzzling coffee and re-wrapping all my lovely oozing wounds. There's so much life and adventure still left to be explored in the world.
A wild five-day reminder that best friends for life are even more important than bike racing. While I waited for Jackson to roll up on his bike to meet me, I pieced together my haggard bike.
Jackson and I mobbed through the streets of Manhattan--a real life game for the adrenaline-seeking cyclist junkie. Jackson, a talented musician and artist, adopted my Bike Gypsy ways.
After I taught him a few tricks, now whenever he travels he always brings along his mids road-racing bike. Though not a racer, he can handle his bike quite well.
And this would be our home base for the following five days of big city madness. I asked. She knows me all too well. It was after 10pm.
The life of an athlete—my life—is structured and rigid. Early bedtimes, meticulous meal planning, and obsessive focus on recovery and health for optimal performance are incessant and fully consuming preoccupations.
The world of late nights and the world of waking just after dawn regardless of how little I slept was not sustainable.
My body's biological clock is ingrained to wake early. So, as Veronica and Jackson slept like the angles they are, I would get up shortly after dawn, make a gallon of coffee, spend a solid hour cleaning and re-wrapping all my oozing wounds, and then sit calmly on the patio and either read or just stare out at the endless sights flashing all around me beneath the gallant rising sun.
Each day, by the time we busted out of the apartment for adventures, it was usually around high noon.
On Tuesday, Veronica had to work. That morning, we woke to a massive windstorm. The sun had vanished. In replacement we were given tornado warnings and violent gusts of savage unpredictable winds.
In my opinion: perfect weather for an adventure. Plus, precipitation was low. Bags packed with food and water for the day, Jackson an I rolled out, headed towards 1st ave, and then headed North on a precarious bike path.
Our biggest battle was pedaling in a straight line down as punches of crosswind would catapult us every which way.
In downtown Bronx we stopped at a fire station. All my Uncles are fire fighters, and my mother and father both once were.
Real flashy. You best be safe 'round here. I had travelled the globe. Hell, I even spent a week by myself roaming the streets of Guatemala City, a city with one of the highest murder rates in the world.
My fight-or-flight instincts kicked in hard as we rolled through one neighborhood where I knew no good was waiting for us.
With the sensations of fleeing a predator I remained externally calm. Jackson instantly read my cue. The wind still roared ferociously.
We dodged fallen branches and felled trees. The wind was so loud Jackson and I had to yell just to talk. We pulled over at a little sandy beach next to a small bridge that connected the farthest edge of the narrow Bay.
The immense Ocean lay before us angry and disturbed by the relentless winds. While Jackson wide-eyed and grinning took pictures I stood on a rock and gazed into the tempestuous beauty all around me.
That is, until I noticed a peculiar sight. Unbelievably, a sailboat was out in the storm. Tossing and splashing, it headed steadily towards the drawbridge where beyond safe harbors lay.
As the boat approached the drawbridge, I suddenly realized the bridge was no drawbridge. And that sailboat was unmanned. I glanced back and saw Jackson hot on my heels and holding his camera in front of him to document the looming carnage.
The support embankments for the bridge were built from a steep pile of stones stacked twenty-five feet high. The lower portion was covered in thick slippery sea-slime.
As I reached the top I looked down and saw Jackson had not been so lucky. Sitting on the ground, a smashed camera in hand, he held his knee which was gushing a crimson stream of blood.
The mast had rammed into the bridge, and the sailboat clung there, fighting to remain upright as the wind cruelly beat its hull. And, like an embarrassed puppy recently neutered, the sailboat limped onwards, the mast pathetically trailing behind.
To this day, I still wonder where the hell that sailboat ended up. Serendipitous, indeed! Yes, Jackson and I, two characters, both beat-up and injured, yet still filled with the boundless energy of NYC escapades.
Though barely able to walk, he. The following day, Wednesday, would be our last full day in NYC. Down in the dingy barely lit basement French cold-wave blared relentlessly on moaning speakers.
We danced madly and would take breaks by ascending up from the depths and into the fancy art gallery lounge where we filled our heads with mad talk of endless stories, ambitions, and dreams.
Our lone objective for the night was to stay out until dawn to watch the sun rise over the electric folds of NYC. After our legs could dance no longer we casually strolled through the deserted streets and returned back to Veronica's condo.
The sun had still not risen. Everyone was tuckered out and cuddled up beneath blankets on the balcony and whispered soft tales of memories-- collective memory of friendships, a bond no amount of time will ever break.
There is NO valid, comprehensive argument that racing is harmful to the economy. As to individuals But those gamblers who bet to the point they harm their families are addicted to gambling; they will find other ways to lose their money.
Jockeys may get injured Exercise riders have less to rely on. But window washers have a much higher rate of injury, and we don't throw them out of work!
Your essay is not going to be very persuasive in these regards to anyone who is not already dead set against racing. You'll just have to hope your teacher is not an enthusiast.
If there was no money in it, people wouldn't force horses to race while pumped full of drugs to keep them "sound".
People haven't gotten sick from eating horse meat And then the meat industry would be in trouble. This of course adds more and more money into the horse racing economy.
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