That would be the one, JVW’s sister swim it I believe.
I think the late great Goran Kropp’s bike ride to and subsequent solo ascent of Everest has to make this list. Simply extraterrestrial. RIP, He’ll be missed.
MH
Okay boys and girls,
If this article is not some kind of freaked out April Fool’s joke done a month early, this is the hands down winner: check out the March issue of Trail Runner magazine - there is an article on the marathon running monks of Mt Hiei (sp?) in Japan that will BLOW YOUR MIND. You have to read it to believe-it-or-not; and there is just too much weird detail for me to be able to summarize adequately. I’ll leave you with this tidbit though - one part of this seven year ordeal involves 100 consecutive days of trekking 52 miles on each day!
Best,
Wow. Not much else to say. Some of the stuff you’ve done (and your buddies) is pretty darn cool. Amazing.
My Red Neck Hillbilly Illinois List (once again)
- Bowling (really damn hard after a few beers)
9 . Horse Shoes (if it is not the smoke in your eyes from the Marlboro in your mouth, it is the booze in your veins that make this one tough)
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Drag Racing - 1/4 mile (that launch is tough, and if the tires are not hot enough you will not get traction)
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Softball League - (all the beers of Bowling, and the fresh air just makes ya sleepy)
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Little League - (Never jumped up and ran around yelling as much as at the Lil’ league games. Plus the occasional fist fight is a real challange on the body)
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Midnight Bowling - (damn, its late, everyone drunk and them glow in the dark pins are spooky…“why in the hell did I buy such a dark bowling ball?”)
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Pinball - at the bowling alley ( “Wasted another god damn 50 cents…there are magnets in them machines to make the game shorter you know…I need a beer, and I still cant find that damn black bowling bar I bought”)
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Baseball - (them suckers can really throw a fast ball…and all the stairs at the stadium are a PITA to have to go up and down to get to the beer stand)
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Football - (I loose my voice every game for all the yelling at the TV I need to do, not to mention that the bar is so smoky that the air has the viscosity of a synthetic oil at a NASCAR race. Bonus about Football is that most of the football fans is the fact that many of them do not even OWN a football of any sort to at least go play catch with…we really prefer to smoke, drink, get fat and yell at the TV.)
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NASCAR - (just plain Dangerous! I was thinking that the number “8” should be retired from all use in the arabic numerals for usage in the United States…Hey, Mr Wallace…turn left…dude…go left…turn left man…dude…go left…shit, left turn…another left…left…left…left…I need another beer…who has my smokes…and watch for the Jeff Gordon fans…he is gay you know.)
(“Wholly shit!!! Look out side, some freaky ass shaven leg homosexual riding some crazy lookin bike…in the damn rain…that guy is stoopid…shaved leg fairy…nice spandex dude…”)