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Total Deaths 0. New Deaths 0. Total Recovered 0. Active Cases 0. In Critical 0. Hamilton "getting better every day" - Wolff Sakhir Grand Prix Ferrari ask FIA permission for Sainz to take part in 'young driver' test that is "a bit of a mess" Ferrari Wolff poised for "wild ride" with future Russell-Hamilton partnership Mercedes Sun 06 Dec Sunday 6 december.
Mercedes Stewards allow Russell to keep his first F1 points despite Mercedes pit-stop calamity Russell left the pits with a set of Bottas' tyres fitted to his Mercedes 2 comments.
Russell "gutted but incredibly proud" after victory twice taken away Sakhir Grand Prix Leclerc handed three-place grid drop for Abu Dhabi for causing lap one collision Sakhir Grand Prix Perez "dreaming" but not done with F1 after maiden win Sakhir Grand Prix Sakhir Grand Prix I traveled from velodrome to velodrome through the summer The USA has 24 velodromes.
Didya know that? Then, after a hard summer of racing I geared up in the autumn for the winter World Cup season, getting those points critical for the Olympics There are riders who call themselves, "Pro-Tour riders.
The spectators will come. Fixie culture is taking over metropolises faster than a hipster can chug a can of Pabst. Cycling popularity is exploding due to the obvious personal health, economic, social, and environmental benefits it offers.
Most major cities have a velodrome perched right next door. Velodromes can be used as a hub to base a whole plethora of cycling related events, educational classes, and community minded cycling projects.
The front bumper, as well as small parts for the articulation of the servos, receiver box are included. The RK-1 Racing Kart is made exclusively of high-quality aluminum material.
In the design, a great deal of importance was placed on simple handling and function, without having to dispense with a true-to-original look.
The RK-1 kart also feels very comfortable on smaller tracks. The dimensions: Length: mm Width: mm Height: mm Weight: approx.
All the land being sold as foreclosures or distress sales will really depress real estate in many areas, like Kentucky.
This will harm not only the racing folks, but will depress real estate prices for everyone else living in those areas.
All the people newly unemployed would cause a chain reaction of unemployment - they can't afford to buy from fast food joints, so those go bankrupt and lay everyone off; same for clothing stores and gas stations and just about every service industry.
This would also have a major impact on tax revenues - not only do all these folks now have no income, many will go on food stamps and welfare.
Up goes the deficit. Down goes the stock market. Saying racing is harmful to the economy is dead wrong. Banning racing would be catastrophic.
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 Though this was 'free' I benefitted just as much as everyone here. You see, I struggle with motivation as much as any athlete.
This group setting gives me strength to want to improve out of respect to those who look up to me. There will be more stories of this incredible race season Hell , the most I've ever made racing my bike is five hundred bucks a months Yes, it's true.
And, I will have you know a disturbingly large percentage of professional cyclists also race for 'free. My management role gives me no paycheck either.
I volunteer my time as Assistant Director in trade for being able to race my bike around the World. So, what is the reward?
Does this mean I shouldn't give my all? Does a paycheck have to equal value? Fuck NO! If you call recall, in the Autumn of , I was hired by my close friend's parents to build trails on their private property located on the Icicle River of the Cascade mountain range just outside of Leavenworth, WA.
I wrote of the cleansing experience and of my hair-brained adventures into the Alpine Wilderness. A few months ago, now that the construction of their new cabins is well underway, I received an email from Scott asking me if I wanted to continue to build trails.
There was no question. This is exactly what I needed: time outdoors spent using my muscles and relaxing my mind. The workload of maintaining and extending the trail network can and will keep me busy for years.
Since I'm just a daydreaming outdoor kid who is drawn to the big city rush, this trail building gig is the perfect opportunity to create my ideal lifestyle of splitting my time between humanity and wilderness.
My imagination went into over-drive as I planned out how I could incorporate all my goals into this split life. As you can surmise, I learned my lessons from last winter's training, and thus decided training this winter needs to be more adventurous without sacrificing quality and focus on my bike racing goals.
I also don't have my truck anymore, and my confidence in the power of the bicycle to travel long-distance has significantly increased. Therefore, I decided that I would commute back and forth from Seattle to Leavenworth by bicycle.
The mi one-way commute would be a kickass way to obtain steady base miles. Then, having my bike with me in Leavenworth, I could work half-days on the trails and use the other half of the day to explore the vast network of gravel fire roads that trace the mountains like barely visible scars leading me into the unknown.
The rigors of hauling stones and rocks up the trails, along with swinging axes and pulaskis, and hefting heaping shovels of dirt would be my core and strength training.
And, if I ever grew bored of the bike very rare I could run and hike up trails as cross-training. My recovery wouldn't be sacrificed either because right there was the Icicle River for ice-baths, and, by god, do I ever sleep well with the sounds of nature kissing my ears to sleep.
Nutrition would also be easy, since one of the cabins is already complete and I brought my cast iron pan and can easily bike into town to the little Market that sells organic meats and produce.
Lastly, my writing goals that I've been avoiding from fear and anxiousness Writing is my biggest internal fear always surface in full force when I am surrounded by the creative voices of Trees, Rivers, Birds, Deer, Rocks, and endless Creatures whispering wonderful sentences teeming with articulate ideas.
Then, back in the city, I already have my routine set: strength training at the Seattle Bouldering Project, group cycling interval training with my HARM Coaching clients, an incredible condo where I live and create and nourish my life, and my close network of friends for wild parties and conversations leading deep into the night and into my soul where I long to explore the complicated facets of being a human searching for love and completion.
The last piece of the puzzle was how to get to Leavenworth by bike without having to deal with the violent roar of automobiles that invades our daily unconscious lives like a festering diseased wound.
This task would be a cinch, since exploring new roads is my new thang. After being a hamster stuck on a spinning wheel, I just can't imagine training on the same damn roads that I've been training on for the last ten years.
So, over the course of a few weeks I scouted out the perfect route as seen in the map above. On the morning of August 22nd, my panniers were packed light bivvy sack, sleeping pad, hatchet, headlamp, bike tubes and essential tools, Smokejumper boots, warm clothes, walnuts, goji berries, journals, Big Sur , by Kerouac, mmm, and I think that's it and I hit the road to test out this long commute for the first time in one full go.
I say all this and the real reason for this excursion is because I was slipping into a bad place of complacency and depression. The race season had worn on me, and the vices of the big city were wearing me thin.
I needed a true adventure to re-find the person who I want to be. Instead of rambling on with words, let me tell you my story in the form of pictures.
For those of you who follow me on Instagram , I apologize for the redundancy, though, keep in mind that all the captions to these pictures are new.
This one, the longest, last for what seemed eternity, and in the center you will encounter a thick darkness. Riding gravel roads will put you in a trance, and the hours slip away as the fascination of the final destination beckons you forward.
This picture is from the next morning after sleeping in some random thicket in the Pacific Railroad Park nestled on the edge of the quaint town of Cle Elum.
The night before, I passed numerous ideal sleeping spots, and ended up next to the freeway where the screams of automobiles forced me to backtrack in the pitch black night.
Exhausted, after riding for eight or so hours, I crumbled into my bivvy sack and disappeared into the world of restless dreams.
In my opinion, the best cafes are ones that roast their own beans and have several brewed coffees ready to go and all you can drink. For someone like me, a bona fide caffeine addict, this equates to about ten or more cups to get me righteously cracked out and ready to tackle the day.
Don't tell anyone, but in the future I fully intend to scout out extensive routes of automobile-free roads paved or unpaved yet all navigable with a sturdy road bike that wind through the wilderness and connect to big cities and small towns with the main destinations being independent Coffee Roasters, Art galleries, small-op organic farms The gorgeous scenery around Cle Elum helped add to the energy as well as my caffeine saturated blood stream.
And, yes, here I am without a helmet, which is a very rare sight indeed, and one that I will only indulge in when on roads with ZERO cars, and when I am going up hill at the astonishing speed of 5mph.
Sure there is a risk involved, but chances are the greatest risk is of a giant purple unicorn storming out from the undergrowth to eat my heart as a sacrifice to Zeus, may he rest in peace.
Point being: think for yourself. Danger is contextual. If you think black and white, you will live a boring and desperate life.
Rant over. For those of you haven't ridden in this area, get yer ass out there, because these roads are endlessly filled with friendliness. Since I wanted to avoid cars, getting away from nerve-racking H which isn't actually that bad for bicyclist, but, still, fuck cars and venturing onto fire roads was my main agenda.
All I knew about NF was that it was a fire road. My lust for adventure had me assuming it would be a treacherous gravel road leading into wild lands.
Turns out, it was perfectly paved, and used to be the old Blewett Pass highway. Not wanting to take any risk, I strapped on my hatchet lest I encounter any violent bears or unicorns.
Here I am cresting ol' Blewett Pass and about to stop to put on my helmet for the steep descent, like a good role model.
Shirtless, the sun soaked my tan skin. The crisp air restored forces inside me forgotten in the city. Never once did I encounter any combustion engines.
Old Blewett Pass is my greatest discovery of late, the best road for a cyclists I have encountered since training in Big Bear Mountains prior to the Redlands Classic last March.
Can't wait for my next commute up and down this spectacular road. Forest fires in the Eagle Creek area clogged the air with a hazy grayness of smoke.
I was well ahead of schedule, yet could feel the stress of red-lights and intersections as people rushed unnecessarily through the late afternoon.
After stocking up on bacon, avocados, and raisons at the grocery store, I was antsy to get to camp. I bypassed downtown Leavenworth a trashy mockery of Bavarian architecture , by taking East Leavenworth Road.
I was back in familiar territory. For the past ten years, the Wilderness surrounding Leavenworth served as a playground for me and all my wild outdoorsy friends.
Countless adventures I've had in the jagged slabs of rocks piled into mountains peaks and ridges. As I pedaled along I noticed a large field off to my left where three or four helicopters slept.
I presumed this patch of private property had been turned into an impromptu airfield to man these forest fire fighting helicopters.
I stopped to stare at the glittering red of these magnificent machines. The sun was quickly setting, so I stepped on the pedals. Around the bend where the road turned due West, just before the road dumped me into Icicle Road, I noticed a spattering of colors.
The array of shimmering fabric was a temporary tent camp for troops of Forest Fire Fighters recruited from all over the region to fight the local fires.
Setting up camp could wait.