I offer a salute to all the veterans out there. The decorated and unsung hero and all those that support their actions.
I want to say thank you for everyone who has served this country at war, thank you for putting your life on the line for our country and what it stands for.
May we never forget those who paid the ultimate price in the service of our great nation, these United States of America.
Thank you Veterans.
Thank you.
-GeWilli
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Photos!
Got some GREAT shots by THE one and ONLY Mark SOOOOOOOOOOOOUPS Suprenant. You can see his photos in Velonews and on blogs of folks around New England.
The one shot I asked "did you get it" with me jumping. Well he got it, he got the launch. I stuck the landing perfectly, floated down rear wheel just before the front and zoomed off. It was wicked fun. There's another shot with me doing the BMX keep the wheels on the ground extension.
That green guy at the bottom of the hill between me and Kevin Buckley is the one I mentioned that was killing me in the flat sections but I'd gain lots of ground here and on the run up.
John Foley, 29er crew dude was behind me for a while, I actually passed him, but after the barriers before the sand he took off - sort of like he decided it was time to start racing and boom he was GONE.
Here's G-Ride....
BMX'n the 'jump' in full extension. Already putting pressure on the pedals at that point.
And G-ride doing the hop over in the same place.
The one shot I asked "did you get it" with me jumping. Well he got it, he got the launch. I stuck the landing perfectly, floated down rear wheel just before the front and zoomed off. It was wicked fun. There's another shot with me doing the BMX keep the wheels on the ground extension.
That green guy at the bottom of the hill between me and Kevin Buckley is the one I mentioned that was killing me in the flat sections but I'd gain lots of ground here and on the run up.
John Foley, 29er crew dude was behind me for a while, I actually passed him, but after the barriers before the sand he took off - sort of like he decided it was time to start racing and boom he was GONE.
Here's G-Ride....
BMX'n the 'jump' in full extension. Already putting pressure on the pedals at that point.
And G-ride doing the hop over in the same place.Great shots thanks Soups!
Great race too. Awesome course. I love me some NoHo/CSI/whateveryawannacallit.
heddwch
G
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
qotd
I like an escalator because an escalator can never break, it can only become stairs. There would never be an escalator temporarily out of order sign, only an escalator temporarily stairs. Sorry for the convenience.
- Mitch Hedberg
- Mitch Hedberg
And then the Whistle blew.
And NoHo was officially underway.
I moved up a bit after the initial delay but only to get boxed in against the fencing. So I had to hit cruise control a second as the leaders were way up the road already, nice and strung out. Floating along, all boxed in when people freaking STOP dead infront of me to "ride up" the ramp.
SERIOUSLY? We went from rolling along at a pretty good clip to being basically stopped. Jamming on the brakes I barely avoided stacking the tire into the guy's cassette in front of me. It wasn't a good situation. Then of course it was a massive sprint out of that. I moved up a fair bit until I got boxed in there on the grass before the left hand turn. Everyone was moving up on the outside. I managed to gain a few spots- hit the turn and sprint towards the sand pit. People were stacked and piled up at the Post at the apex. Some tried riding it, I said screw it - first lap, we're running that sumbitch. Off, flying around, the carnage and tangled bikes parted as I hit the apex and I planted and cornered and ran to the other side and did a longer acceleration on foot than most and was up to speed and passing people again. Passing people running and then having enough speed to accelerate past them was pretty cool. Hit the next turn and back. I tried to keep moving up. I could see G-ride ahead at one point, pretty far ahead, but not that far ahead, cool, I made up a boat load of spots. It took a while to catch Essenfeld, I don't remember where I passed him but he was up there somewhere.
We hit the pavement again and I settled in. No passing here. but it wasn't a cake walk. We flew into the run up and came to a virtual stop. I managed to wind up on the right side and found perfect stairs in there. And effortlessly just walked up. Seriously. It felt effortless.
I hand not pre-ridden the course this year. We didn't get there with enough time. But I'd heard it was basically the same, some minor tweaks to the off camber downhill line but more or less classic NoHo (of the last few years with a start wrinkle put in). The roots felt good on the tires - I didn't bottom out much so I probably had a touch too much air in them and the grass was a bit bumpy so i could have had gone with a few pounds less, but either way it wasn't a big loss, the roots felt luxurious on the tubulars, relative to my previous years. I was moving up, passing when I could. Following lines assuming someone else had pre-ridden it. Found the big divot and rode through it on the set up for the right hand turn after the gazebo. Hit the down hill, yelled at the dudes in front of me "NO BRAKES" and they didn't put them on. Until we hit the left? Seriously? Braking for that left hand turn over the tracks? Seriously? No F'n way. Hit the track crossing, past the pits. Jamming on the pedals. Holding the gaps, staying in line. Around the tree, right hand u-turn 90 degree left over the tracks and UP THE HILL. It was touch and go making it up on the first lap no dab. But god damn it, i rode that fucking hill every time clean. I was even happy with the 8.2 one of the spectators gave me. Hell I'll take an 8.2. Esp since at that moment the guy who kept reeling me back on the roadies sections kept dabbing and riding that and then walking the top section (he eventually rode off and finished a couple places ahead of me).
Winding through the woods and paths I was unprepared for the lack of barriers up there. Woah. No barriers? Sweet. Hit the pavement, sprinted to stay on wheels, stuck like glue and rode on down to the first jump. first time through I BMXed it. I kept those tires stuck to the surface. NO AIR. Air is slow. If you bike is in the air you can't be pedaling or controlling where it is going. Landing can roll you a tubular or worse. Soups got a shot of me (he said he got it) when I deliberately caught air when I noticed him crouched in the photog position (the cane laying on his knee gave him away). We'll see if it shows up some time. That was the last lap.
So over that, hit the next turn wide and cut it and felt great- passed a few there. Hit the barriers. But that was a surprise. Oh, here they are. Took the inside (right hand) line first. Whoops, that's the slow way to get on and try and make the immediate 180 turn. Second time through I did the same thing. Then I got smart and started taking the outside and that was way faster for me. I could hit the turn without slowing down.
The next section heading to the sand was slow and windy. I tried to sit on wheels when I could but people were dying and I jumped around when I could. Hit the sand with speed and Cut left to right. I'd heard mention of a line to the left of the second pit where there was some grass. I beelined for it and found it. AWESOME. I so totally rocked that sand. Brilliant. Railed it out of there sand flying everywhere. Hit the return and headed back to the finish line. On the pavement I think Rob was there with me, or maybe that was the next lap. I've got an automatic reaction to sort of make it harder for people to stay on my draft unless it is a team mate. Even then I'll sometimes do it to G-ride. So we head through the finish line and back to the run up. Still decent traffic, but I had a clear shot at the right hand again. Vaulted up. Man that felt effortless again. I LOVE THAT RUN UP! I wish it was 2x as long. I was just killing it there and the right hand side of the run up was a perfect set up for a decent line headed to the roots.
Racing people here and there, Cole finally caught up to me thought. One of the few people who actually caught and passed me. He got me and gave me a little road runner meep meep as we dove down off the pavement up top heading down. Cole can hand the damn bike. He's a monster with it. So I figured I'd follow his line. Oh, that's the line i was taking. Okay. Damn didn't learn anything new. After the barriers he kind of wasn't going that hard. It was easy sitting on his wheel. But hell he finishes way ahead of me usually, maybe this is the secret. I hung out behind him for a while. A couple guys caught up to us and I decided I wanted my line through the sand and nailed it again, and I wanted first choice on the run up. There was one time on the run up that I had to take the left. It might have been this lap. I don't remember quite specifically.
Either way it was a battle and I decided to not wait for Cole, and he faded fast. Next time past the MRC camp I heard him say "out of gas" at least i think it was Cole.
Then I started a one two battle with a guy in a green skinsuit. Back and forth. he was very strong on the flats and "roadie" sections of the course but technically very weak and couldn't ride the "ride up" very well if at all. Turned out he couldn't run the run up well either.
He'd get a gap going into the pavement and I'd get everything and more back on the run up. back and forth. He finally put in a really hard acceleration or just a moderate one with me sliding a bit. Not sure which. Probably the latter. Kevin Buckley came up to me and as did a few others. Man Kevin's been killing me this year. There's just 2 to go or something. One of two things, he's having a bad day or i'm having a good day. I think more the latter. So we come out of the turn by the barriers and a EnCoeur-SkiVelo dude stacks it into the tape. We'd been shadowing him for a while. Kevin and the couple guys he was with jump around me. One of the guys being the green skinsuit roadie. He hits the sand first, "I'm thinking looks good he rode the first section just fine" we hit the second and he's taking the prefered outside line. But wait. Someone staked it in closer. And he bogs down and comes to a complete stop. I had a full head of steam and plenty of power to make it through. Had to do a wacky foot dismount. I got mad at him. But I nailed the wacky foot remount and gapped the whole group. They came all came by me at some point again though. Finally that SkiVelo dude gets by me. I think he attacked me on the paved path before the road section up top. He got a gap. Just a second or two. I was chasing, and he was motoring. I made up a bit of ground going through the sand.
We're on bell lap now. I know if I can just keep him sort of close I've got a good shot of getting him in a sprint for the line. He opens it up on the grass going to the pavement the whole time a friend of his was shouting instructions and encouragement in French. He hits the pavement and has a good gap. More than I wanted him to have. But I dug down. I got the rpms up. and started the sprint. Rpms up, shift, rpms up, Standup and wind it up. He looked back before i had gotten to the 46x12. I was coming for him fast. It was going to be close. He looked back, and I was headed right for his wheel to grab a draft and he dove a bit left to the barriers and I just let out a big braveheart roar and dropped it in the 12 and stood up and cranked with every muscle in my body. I pulled up even and timed it perfectly. I beat him at the line despite his bike lunge.
Last week at Canton Michael Zocchi was sprinting to bridge the gap to beat me. I was leading. I knew there was a chance he'd close the distance. So I focused on getting the cadence way up and when he jumped I was able to jump and drop cogs while keeping the RPMs up going up the finish and I held him off.
The finish at NoHo was the same. But way better. SkiVelo guy (Martin Valiquette) had more of a gap than I had on Zocchi, and I closed it down and I was elated.
I didn't care what place it was, other than it probably was better than I normally do. And I raced hard the whole time. I raced. It was amazing. The whole race i was battling. I had to think, I had to dig deeper than I knew I could a couple times. I rested (but maybe shouldn't have) sitting on Cole's wheel. I had maybe the most fun/best race this season. If I had started up with G-ride and hadn't had to battle from dead last? Who knows. As it was I battled from the back, beat 30+ people and had a blast.
But I crossed that line going very fast. I initially thought hey, probably 30mph or so. But I was in that 46-12 and I think i was not grinding the gears, so I may have been going closer to 35-40mph. Either way, pretty freaking fast. And I won the sprint. That and with Milliman and Person missing I was both the biggest and tallest in the field.
And then the something happened.
I'm riding high recounting the race. I finished 49th. That wishbone from Wright's Farm was prophetic. I did break into the top 50. I was 49th! Sure I was 44th and 50th at Providence, but the field wasn't as deep or as fast as it was here at NoHo on saturday. There were more people and many more faster people. Sure a handful of fast guys didn't show up but that's the the way the dice roll. So with this rolling good feeling, I'm not going to say anything now about what happened after the finish line. It happened so fast I'm not sure it would be right to try and put words to it here. It would be impossible to in fact I think, to capture it in words here.
So I'm not going to. At least not now, maybe never.
That's NoHo. Canton was pretty much the same. Racing people, awesome sprint at the finish. But I was sick and started out really easy, unlike NoHo where i started and was full gas for two laps trying to pass people. I got a bit in gappy land at Canton. Got shuffled off a wheel i wanted to stick on a couple times but it was still a blast, good fun racing.
Manged to get my run in this morning. Ten minute warm up run down to the beach, and the tide was out this morning unlike last week and I was able to run down the beach to the stairs, and i turned it up to 11! Hell yeah 11 sprints up the stairs, with 5 paces in the really dry loose sand before the first step. Finished those and ran back along the beach with my shirt off because IT WAS FREAKING HOT OUTSIDE (55°F) and thinking I would make a tall scrawny looking baywatch life guard. Popped the shirt back on before I hit the boat launch and jogged slowly home. Then had a nice slightly slow medium commute in maybe a Zone 2, slight bit of work but nothing too stressful.
I can't believe I rode in today with short sleeves. It is freaking NOVEMBER. Not supposed to start off the day with shorts and short sleeve riding weather?
But hey, I'll take it.
heddwch
G
I moved up a bit after the initial delay but only to get boxed in against the fencing. So I had to hit cruise control a second as the leaders were way up the road already, nice and strung out. Floating along, all boxed in when people freaking STOP dead infront of me to "ride up" the ramp.
SERIOUSLY? We went from rolling along at a pretty good clip to being basically stopped. Jamming on the brakes I barely avoided stacking the tire into the guy's cassette in front of me. It wasn't a good situation. Then of course it was a massive sprint out of that. I moved up a fair bit until I got boxed in there on the grass before the left hand turn. Everyone was moving up on the outside. I managed to gain a few spots- hit the turn and sprint towards the sand pit. People were stacked and piled up at the Post at the apex. Some tried riding it, I said screw it - first lap, we're running that sumbitch. Off, flying around, the carnage and tangled bikes parted as I hit the apex and I planted and cornered and ran to the other side and did a longer acceleration on foot than most and was up to speed and passing people again. Passing people running and then having enough speed to accelerate past them was pretty cool. Hit the next turn and back. I tried to keep moving up. I could see G-ride ahead at one point, pretty far ahead, but not that far ahead, cool, I made up a boat load of spots. It took a while to catch Essenfeld, I don't remember where I passed him but he was up there somewhere.
We hit the pavement again and I settled in. No passing here. but it wasn't a cake walk. We flew into the run up and came to a virtual stop. I managed to wind up on the right side and found perfect stairs in there. And effortlessly just walked up. Seriously. It felt effortless.
I hand not pre-ridden the course this year. We didn't get there with enough time. But I'd heard it was basically the same, some minor tweaks to the off camber downhill line but more or less classic NoHo (of the last few years with a start wrinkle put in). The roots felt good on the tires - I didn't bottom out much so I probably had a touch too much air in them and the grass was a bit bumpy so i could have had gone with a few pounds less, but either way it wasn't a big loss, the roots felt luxurious on the tubulars, relative to my previous years. I was moving up, passing when I could. Following lines assuming someone else had pre-ridden it. Found the big divot and rode through it on the set up for the right hand turn after the gazebo. Hit the down hill, yelled at the dudes in front of me "NO BRAKES" and they didn't put them on. Until we hit the left? Seriously? Braking for that left hand turn over the tracks? Seriously? No F'n way. Hit the track crossing, past the pits. Jamming on the pedals. Holding the gaps, staying in line. Around the tree, right hand u-turn 90 degree left over the tracks and UP THE HILL. It was touch and go making it up on the first lap no dab. But god damn it, i rode that fucking hill every time clean. I was even happy with the 8.2 one of the spectators gave me. Hell I'll take an 8.2. Esp since at that moment the guy who kept reeling me back on the roadies sections kept dabbing and riding that and then walking the top section (he eventually rode off and finished a couple places ahead of me).
Winding through the woods and paths I was unprepared for the lack of barriers up there. Woah. No barriers? Sweet. Hit the pavement, sprinted to stay on wheels, stuck like glue and rode on down to the first jump. first time through I BMXed it. I kept those tires stuck to the surface. NO AIR. Air is slow. If you bike is in the air you can't be pedaling or controlling where it is going. Landing can roll you a tubular or worse. Soups got a shot of me (he said he got it) when I deliberately caught air when I noticed him crouched in the photog position (the cane laying on his knee gave him away). We'll see if it shows up some time. That was the last lap.
So over that, hit the next turn wide and cut it and felt great- passed a few there. Hit the barriers. But that was a surprise. Oh, here they are. Took the inside (right hand) line first. Whoops, that's the slow way to get on and try and make the immediate 180 turn. Second time through I did the same thing. Then I got smart and started taking the outside and that was way faster for me. I could hit the turn without slowing down.
The next section heading to the sand was slow and windy. I tried to sit on wheels when I could but people were dying and I jumped around when I could. Hit the sand with speed and Cut left to right. I'd heard mention of a line to the left of the second pit where there was some grass. I beelined for it and found it. AWESOME. I so totally rocked that sand. Brilliant. Railed it out of there sand flying everywhere. Hit the return and headed back to the finish line. On the pavement I think Rob was there with me, or maybe that was the next lap. I've got an automatic reaction to sort of make it harder for people to stay on my draft unless it is a team mate. Even then I'll sometimes do it to G-ride. So we head through the finish line and back to the run up. Still decent traffic, but I had a clear shot at the right hand again. Vaulted up. Man that felt effortless again. I LOVE THAT RUN UP! I wish it was 2x as long. I was just killing it there and the right hand side of the run up was a perfect set up for a decent line headed to the roots.
Racing people here and there, Cole finally caught up to me thought. One of the few people who actually caught and passed me. He got me and gave me a little road runner meep meep as we dove down off the pavement up top heading down. Cole can hand the damn bike. He's a monster with it. So I figured I'd follow his line. Oh, that's the line i was taking. Okay. Damn didn't learn anything new. After the barriers he kind of wasn't going that hard. It was easy sitting on his wheel. But hell he finishes way ahead of me usually, maybe this is the secret. I hung out behind him for a while. A couple guys caught up to us and I decided I wanted my line through the sand and nailed it again, and I wanted first choice on the run up. There was one time on the run up that I had to take the left. It might have been this lap. I don't remember quite specifically.
Either way it was a battle and I decided to not wait for Cole, and he faded fast. Next time past the MRC camp I heard him say "out of gas" at least i think it was Cole.
Then I started a one two battle with a guy in a green skinsuit. Back and forth. he was very strong on the flats and "roadie" sections of the course but technically very weak and couldn't ride the "ride up" very well if at all. Turned out he couldn't run the run up well either.
He'd get a gap going into the pavement and I'd get everything and more back on the run up. back and forth. He finally put in a really hard acceleration or just a moderate one with me sliding a bit. Not sure which. Probably the latter. Kevin Buckley came up to me and as did a few others. Man Kevin's been killing me this year. There's just 2 to go or something. One of two things, he's having a bad day or i'm having a good day. I think more the latter. So we come out of the turn by the barriers and a EnCoeur-SkiVelo dude stacks it into the tape. We'd been shadowing him for a while. Kevin and the couple guys he was with jump around me. One of the guys being the green skinsuit roadie. He hits the sand first, "I'm thinking looks good he rode the first section just fine" we hit the second and he's taking the prefered outside line. But wait. Someone staked it in closer. And he bogs down and comes to a complete stop. I had a full head of steam and plenty of power to make it through. Had to do a wacky foot dismount. I got mad at him. But I nailed the wacky foot remount and gapped the whole group. They came all came by me at some point again though. Finally that SkiVelo dude gets by me. I think he attacked me on the paved path before the road section up top. He got a gap. Just a second or two. I was chasing, and he was motoring. I made up a bit of ground going through the sand.
We're on bell lap now. I know if I can just keep him sort of close I've got a good shot of getting him in a sprint for the line. He opens it up on the grass going to the pavement the whole time a friend of his was shouting instructions and encouragement in French. He hits the pavement and has a good gap. More than I wanted him to have. But I dug down. I got the rpms up. and started the sprint. Rpms up, shift, rpms up, Standup and wind it up. He looked back before i had gotten to the 46x12. I was coming for him fast. It was going to be close. He looked back, and I was headed right for his wheel to grab a draft and he dove a bit left to the barriers and I just let out a big braveheart roar and dropped it in the 12 and stood up and cranked with every muscle in my body. I pulled up even and timed it perfectly. I beat him at the line despite his bike lunge.
Last week at Canton Michael Zocchi was sprinting to bridge the gap to beat me. I was leading. I knew there was a chance he'd close the distance. So I focused on getting the cadence way up and when he jumped I was able to jump and drop cogs while keeping the RPMs up going up the finish and I held him off.
The finish at NoHo was the same. But way better. SkiVelo guy (Martin Valiquette) had more of a gap than I had on Zocchi, and I closed it down and I was elated.
I didn't care what place it was, other than it probably was better than I normally do. And I raced hard the whole time. I raced. It was amazing. The whole race i was battling. I had to think, I had to dig deeper than I knew I could a couple times. I rested (but maybe shouldn't have) sitting on Cole's wheel. I had maybe the most fun/best race this season. If I had started up with G-ride and hadn't had to battle from dead last? Who knows. As it was I battled from the back, beat 30+ people and had a blast.
But I crossed that line going very fast. I initially thought hey, probably 30mph or so. But I was in that 46-12 and I think i was not grinding the gears, so I may have been going closer to 35-40mph. Either way, pretty freaking fast. And I won the sprint. That and with Milliman and Person missing I was both the biggest and tallest in the field.
And then the something happened.
I'm riding high recounting the race. I finished 49th. That wishbone from Wright's Farm was prophetic. I did break into the top 50. I was 49th! Sure I was 44th and 50th at Providence, but the field wasn't as deep or as fast as it was here at NoHo on saturday. There were more people and many more faster people. Sure a handful of fast guys didn't show up but that's the the way the dice roll. So with this rolling good feeling, I'm not going to say anything now about what happened after the finish line. It happened so fast I'm not sure it would be right to try and put words to it here. It would be impossible to in fact I think, to capture it in words here.
So I'm not going to. At least not now, maybe never.
That's NoHo. Canton was pretty much the same. Racing people, awesome sprint at the finish. But I was sick and started out really easy, unlike NoHo where i started and was full gas for two laps trying to pass people. I got a bit in gappy land at Canton. Got shuffled off a wheel i wanted to stick on a couple times but it was still a blast, good fun racing.
Manged to get my run in this morning. Ten minute warm up run down to the beach, and the tide was out this morning unlike last week and I was able to run down the beach to the stairs, and i turned it up to 11! Hell yeah 11 sprints up the stairs, with 5 paces in the really dry loose sand before the first step. Finished those and ran back along the beach with my shirt off because IT WAS FREAKING HOT OUTSIDE (55°F) and thinking I would make a tall scrawny looking baywatch life guard. Popped the shirt back on before I hit the boat launch and jogged slowly home. Then had a nice slightly slow medium commute in maybe a Zone 2, slight bit of work but nothing too stressful.
I can't believe I rode in today with short sleeves. It is freaking NOVEMBER. Not supposed to start off the day with shorts and short sleeve riding weather?
But hey, I'll take it.
heddwch
G
Monday, November 09, 2009
part 2, in the works
I haven't had a second to work on NoHo Part 2. Made a few phone calls over lunch to my parents who had heard word of the accident via my siblings instead of writing. It is a regular monday with stuff breaking but i did make a breakthrough with trouble shooting a dead scope. Hoping to have it up and running tomorrow. With luck it will be.
Made a call to my Doc to give me the once over to make sure there isn't anything wrong with my neck or spine, and to leave it in the hands of a medical professional to give me the "okay, you're just sore, nothing is out of place." That's how I feel at the moment but I know things can creep up a few days out that weren't noticed right away.
It just good that I've got a head full of rocks. Lets see if I can find some time to roll the rocks around enough to get the words out of my head and on here about the actual race. And hopefully by the time I get around to writing about the incident and my perspective, things will be okay and headed to a full recovery for both parties involved.
I just realized I never even really got Canton's race written up. I'd better not slack off.
heddwch
g
"The only eyesore and disturbing thing [on the weekend ride] was the amount of obese men with loud, smelly leaf blowers. There were dozens of them, most wearing Patriots’ gear. They were everywhere. For crying out loud, PICK UP A RAKE. Burn off a few calories."
and then there are these two:
If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'
- Jeff Foxworthy
An executive is a person who always decides; sometimes he decides correctly, but he always decides.
- John H. Patterson
Made a call to my Doc to give me the once over to make sure there isn't anything wrong with my neck or spine, and to leave it in the hands of a medical professional to give me the "okay, you're just sore, nothing is out of place." That's how I feel at the moment but I know things can creep up a few days out that weren't noticed right away.
It just good that I've got a head full of rocks. Lets see if I can find some time to roll the rocks around enough to get the words out of my head and on here about the actual race. And hopefully by the time I get around to writing about the incident and my perspective, things will be okay and headed to a full recovery for both parties involved.
I just realized I never even really got Canton's race written up. I'd better not slack off.
heddwch
g
"The only eyesore and disturbing thing [on the weekend ride] was the amount of obese men with loud, smelly leaf blowers. There were dozens of them, most wearing Patriots’ gear. They were everywhere. For crying out loud, PICK UP A RAKE. Burn off a few calories."
and then there are these two:
If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'
- Jeff Foxworthy
An executive is a person who always decides; sometimes he decides correctly, but he always decides.
- John H. Patterson
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