Today I did something I cheerfully call The Death Ride:
The name is a misnomer. You only wish you were dead. The morning ride is about 30 minutes, the evening ride is 3-4 hours, depending on how you figure it.
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work. - Thomas Alva Edison.
I have been thinking about the utility of failure, especially its importance to institutional quality.
Yes, at long last I got around to judging these entries. And I picked a winner.
Actually, I picked two. And an honorable mention, who didn't win anything.
HONORABLE MENTION: Bill Asher. He evoked the spirit of "friendly" riding very well and punctuated it with a "Hell yeah! I love riding a damn bike." Very anthemic.
SPECIAL JURY PRIZE: Bob Schwartz. His meditative story of perseverance and effort and simple, agonizing riding with his daughter, was worthy of note. TLO picked it as the winner, and I said it was powerful enough, but not anthemic enough. We're going to award Bob, or maybe his daughter, a nice new cycling toque from my club.
WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER: Dave the skiier.
