172: foiled again

"The way people talk about it, you'd think anyone could build a doomsday device or promote a cross race. Like it's not a power at all. But you have to remember everything, catalog everything and realize how to fit it together in a new way, a way that solves or destroys or takes everything apart. Does the course flow, is registration quick and easy, do you fit into the guidelines of your series? Who is your audience? I offered my fellow scientists fellowship, brotherhood if you will. I shared my experiences, tried to help them see the ways of the world. My intentions were truly good. And for my efforts, what is my reward ? They just Banish me from the Mabra promoter list. Ha. You know if it were so damn easy, they would have figured out what I'm doing by now. "

*****

At least, at least I have grass track this weekend to make me forget my latest defeat. Yes, a sunday of grass track racing will help me rinse way the sadness. Yes, that's it, my newest master plan for world domination. Grass Track Racing Laser Eyed Robots, I like the ring of that...

Due to the extreme heat I was out before work today to do a little ride on my bike. I was over at white clay doing a few loops around one of the fields. Mind you, this is 6:00 in the morning. I come around the corner and see a Asian man, wearing nothing but a pair of bright orange running shorts. He was doing yoga standing in the middle of the trail. I’ll be honest I think he was as startled to see me, dressed in my cycling super villain kit, as I was to see him in his little orange shorts.

I greeted him, and continued on my loop, and then as I circled back, I past him again, he was still doing yoga. This time I think I kinda recognized him.

In fact, I think I wrestled him back in school. I continue my ride, and pretty much convinced myself that in fact this was a dude that I wrestled in school.

As I whipped around the park on my bicycle, decked out in my black C3-Sollay.com kit, I wondered about stopping and asking him if he was who I thought he was. Then I got weirded out, and couldn’t do it.

I mean 6:30 in the morning, dude dressed in black lycra, rolls up to young Asian man wearing nothing but little orange running shorts doing yoga in the park and asks him, “Do I know you from somewhere?” or better yet, “you look familiar, did I wrestle you back in the late 80’s?”

I hope you can see my dilemma.

When I looped through again, he was gone….

Left and Kevin one week into training:

Lefty:

Kevin:

sideburns are key to any super villain's plan or doomsday device.

Respect
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