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Mountain biking is a highly competitive sport which is conducted off road over rough terrain. Along with the thrills and adrenaline rush there are at times, spills, scrapes, and bruises, so like all sports there are precautions which need to be taken to insure safety. Following a few simple rules of thumb you can minimize your risk and maximize your fun and hopefully success.

The most essential piece of equipment you will need is a helmet. The human head is less durable than we wish it would be and nothing can land you in dire trouble quicker than having an accident without a helmet. This is a piece of equipment you will not want to cut corners on. Ideally the helmet you choose should be a full face motorcycle style helmet which is approved by an agency like the Department of Transportation. While helmets of this nature are not as light or well ventilated usually, they are a far better choice than normal street approved bicycle helmets because they are designed to withstand the type of impacts a mountain biker is most likely to experience. If you are planning on riding cross country over fairly light flat trails with few immovable objects to avoid and will do a lot of pedaling, a full face mountain bike specific helmet may be a better choice as it provides superior ventilation. In the end it is your choice and whatever helmet style you choose should fit the type of mountain biking you will be doing.

Protective glasses or goggles should be worn even with a full face helmet. When you are on trails you want protection for your eyes not only from small branches you may miss seeing, but from pebbles other riders may kick up and even something as seemingly simple as bugs. It can take just one gnat getting in your eye to cause you to lose focus and potentially control of your bike causing an accident. Your regular shades are not an viable option, you will want something that is projectile rejection tested, anti fogging, and highly scratch resistant. When it comes to protecting your eyes you should take whatever measures are necessary.

Gloves are often overlooked but they can really save you a lot of injuries. When riding your hands become sweaty and make it easy to lose your grip on the handlebars which can lead to all types of accidents. While fingerless gloves are fine for some styles of cycling, a full glove should be worn in mountain biking. Beyond helping you maintain your grip, should you have an accident gloves will save you from scraping your hands on the ground.

A good set of knee and shin pads should be your next purchase. When you fall it is most likely it will be your knees that take the biggest beating so you need a a knee pad with a hard cup along the style of a skateboard knee pad which is the most common and cost efficient option. You will also want a shin pad as this is an especially vulnerable area. In case of an accident shins are likely to either directly impact or scrape along the pedal which can not only cause and ugly cut but potentially lead to nerve damage. When it comes to buying shin pads you want something that will cover from just above the shoe to the kneepad. Some stores which specialize in mountain biking gear offer a combined shin/knee pad which I personally find to be the best way to go as you have maximum coverage. Elbow pads are also highly suggested and like knee pads should have a hard cup. It can save you those awful funny bone shots in the least, as well as help decrease the odds of hyper-extending the elbow on a hard impact.

Just as you need the appropriate shoe for work, walking, or working out, you need to pay attention to the shoes you choose for mountain biking. Wearing a pair of sneakers just is not going to make the grade once you hop onto your bike. You want a cycling specific shoe which is snug but not to the point it will lead to swelling which is a common problem whenever you are engaged in intense activity. The sole should be inflexible, smooth, curved at the ball of the foot, and very durable. Velcro straps are the only way to go as laces can become untied or simply droop and get caught in the pedal or chain and lead to accidents. Most cycling shoes are made of hard leather so this also helps prevent injury to the toes upon impact.

The final pieces to your mountain biking ensemble should be your shirt, padded shorts, and pants. While a nice Short sleeve tee shirt and shorts may seem more fashionable and comfortable they do not provide the protection of their full length counterparts. Padded shorts are not a necessity, but they will provide extra comfort in the seat and a bit of extra protection against road rash in a particularly sensitive area. Pants should be worn over your armor and be not only light weight and breathable but durable. Most cycling pants are a blend of nylon and poly twill which covers these needs. You should also look for a relaxed fit and seamless crotch for comfort. It is best to bring your armor with you to gauge the best fit when buying pants. Shirts should be long sleeve and snug with short cuffs.

While it may sound as if you would have trouble functioning with all this gear that is not the case. Designers have refined mountain biking safety equipment to be both protective and practical and each item will only enhance your experience but safeguard your health. Now that you know what you need get out on your bike and hit the trails!

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I have to admit when I was younger I was all about not just what was cool, but what was lesbian cool. It seemed like one of the single most important things in the world. If I didn’t know what was currently chic how could I fit in? How would the potential love of my life, or sometimes the love of my night, know I was hip and worthy of her attention and affection? Even more basic I reasoned how could I be a real lesbian if I didn’t know what was lesbian cool?

The Internet was an infant in those days but it was still easy to do a quick search and find out what was hot among my lesbian icons- out or not, because let’s face it, we all knew Jodie Foster was a lesbian way before she came out. Being she had a look I loved and wanted to emulate I watched every outfit she wore and dissected how exactly I could pull off the same look at a tenth of the cost. I noticed Joan Jett is wearing feline collar with a bell, so that must be hot and I have to get one! I scoured every magazine I could find to insure I wasn’t out of date which in my mind meant out of luck as well.

Just like any clique mine was awful when it came to judging others based on appearance, as if we were so with it and had been appointed the fashion gestapo. But it didn’t end there because it’s not just about the clothing and accessories, it’s about a lifestyle. “Are you serious? Carmen went to the drag races?” We would mull such actions over and decide maybe for her that was just too butch and perhaps distance ourselves a bit until she came back to the fold. On the other extreme we would be so catty as to say “Well heck even I can change the oil in the car, why the heck can’t Emma? She may need to turn in her lesbian card.” In retrospect we were so into our own coolness and feeling so superior that any imagined transgression was so overblown out of proportion we would instantly brand the offender as not only uncool, but question just how lesbian they really were. How absurd. How ashamed I am I ever went through that phase.

Now as a bit of an elder in the community you could ask me what is lesbian cool and I would just shrug my shoulders. I have no clue and I don’t care anymore. I know on the rare occasions we go clubbing anymore there is a whole new group of kids out there in charge of assessing lesbian cool and I don’t make the cut anymore. Maybe I wear heels with my jeans- Oh the horror! Maybe I just don’t feel like fighting my hair and wear it in a ponytail, but not the style that is vogue only on the third Saturday of odd numbered months. So what if I was spotted at a ballgame wearing sweats and an over sized tee shirt with flip flops and not a stitch of makeup? Is my card identifying me as a lipstick lesbian going to be revoked?

So what is lesbian cool to me? These days it is all about community. It’s about just allowing each other to be an individual and express themselves however they feel like it. If you want to rock your clogs with Bermuda shorts be my guest! I’ll be the last to label you as not femme enough or tell you to get back in the butch box. If you want to go to a hockey game dressed to the nines then go for it! Cool is about being comfortable, not fitting into predetermined cubbie holes of what we deem each person is supposed to like for what type of sub genre of lesbian they identify as. Not judging each other when we appear to be outside of our roles is what is cool. Who says we don’t grow and change and experiment? In fact that is what is not just lesbian cool, but human being cool.

Costa Rica has established itself as one of the top surfing destinations in the world. It’s clean clear water, perfect point breaks, and perfect left and rights make Costa Rica a nice place to visit even if you’re not there for the surfing. If you’re tired of crowded California, Australian, and Hawaiian beaches with the “locals only” attitude many throw in your face, Costa Rica is the obvious alternative and offers some things none of them can. Since you are there for the surfing though there are a few must shred locations to take on while there or your trip just isn’t going to be complete. What follows are some of the top spots in no particular order so you have a good idea on where to go to get the most of your surfing excursion.

Cost Rica boasts more than fifty famous surf breaks but unless you are going to be there for a few weeks you’ll have to concentrate on just few. Pavones has to be on your list of places to go to even if it is a bit of a pain to reach. All you need to know about Pavones is it has the longest rides in the world! Pavones is in South Punterenas on the South pacific coast so you know the waters warm and the lefts are perfect with hollows that allow up to a three minute ride. The rides are so long you actually have to get out of the water and walk back up the beach to get on with your next ride. The best time to surf here is from April to October during the rainy season. What I like that some people don’t is this is pretty much a surf only beach, there are no crowds, no mess, no fuss. You show up, surf, and take off.

Playa Hermosa, the one in Puntarenas just south of Jaco as there are two Playa Hermosa beaches, is another spot to hit on your stay. Since Jaco is only a couple minutes away I’ll touch on there first. The waves at Jaco can accommodate anyone from the beginner to the pro and you’ll find some of the most consistent best surf breaks in the world here. You have to be aware the currents here are really strong so if you aren’t a good swimmer beware. Playa Hermosa though is an expert beach with waves that come in up to thirteen feet high. This beach brings in top international pro’s every year looking for the perfect ride. The International Quicksliver Surf Championship is held at Playa hermosa every August and the best time to surf here is from April to November. If you’re up for a real challenge try surfing the “El Almendro” (Almond Tree) break. Plenty of surf shops are here to rent or stow your gear.

Puerto Viejo de Talamanca in the Limon province to visit Salsa Brava. The waves here are awesome but can tend towards nasty making this a great challenge for the advanced but not quite expert surfer. This is one of the top rated surf spots in the world and it has a lot of really cool things going on in town. The downside here is it’s starting to get real touristy and the beaches crowd up during peak surfing season which can be a pain. With that being said the waves are too good to let that keep you away, you just have to be on the lookout for lot’s of first time surfers and novices that think they can rent a board and take to the water which causes some congestion problems trying to avoid them getting tossed around.

My final recommendation of must surf spots is Playa Negra, Guanacaste. Here you’ll find consistently awesome waves which makes it about the most popular surf beach in the northwest region. What is cool here is the reef makes it great for the advanced surfer but also provides a few pockets novices can handle as well so if you have a group of people with a weak surfer or two they don’t have to struggle with waves that are beyond their ability. What you’ll find here is a hollow right break. It can get pretty crowded here but the ride is well worth it.

These are just a few of the premiere spots but there are dozens of hot spots you can hit up and down the coast. No matter where you go you won’t be disappointed. Once you go you’ll never want to surf anywhere else.

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Ah the urinal….. I remember thee well. It’s a long story, just trust I really do remember trips to the porcelain beast. It wouldn’t seem like there are rules concerning urinal use, but like the commandments handed down by God himself man has created his own set of commandments to govern proper urinal etiquette. They should be learned, lived by, and passed on so that all may relieve themselves with a sense of safety and security.Failure to follow the rules may lead to having your man card revoked.

Thou shalt not have a wandering eye. It is poor form to look to the left or the right when using the urinal. Nobody likes a peeper and now and then you see something that is a blow to your ego. The rule is eyes forward at all times. The only exception to the rule is you may look down when zipping your fly because safety is job one. A zipper accident is no joke.

Though shalt not splash their stream. Keep a consistent aim pointed downward. Writing your name on the back of the urinal or blasting the urinal mints is strictly forbidden. Sure a stray droplet somehow reaching someone standing near you is as big a long shot as Rosie O’Donnel not being obnoxious, but why risk it?

Thou shalt employ proper spacing techniques. When selecting your urinal, there should always be a buffer zone between you and other patrons. The farther apart you are the better. In fact, using a traditional sit down toilet is preferred to crowding the urinal line. Try to stick to a minimum spacing of boy/urinal/boy straight down the line.

Thou shalt not speak at the urinal. There is no asking a urinal neighbor if they saw last nights game. There is especially no asking of stupid questions like “taking a whiz?” Don’t even read the bathroom graffiti out loud. Whistling or limited bursts of encouraging words directly addressed to ones own member may be allowed for those with certain performance issues, but do know that while understood, it could throw off the concentration of other users and draw their ire and potentially their wrath.

Though shalt not have a fidget body. Each user should have a firm stance with feet slightly spread to anchor the body securely in place. Hopping, shifting weight from foot to foot, or moving the hips in any way is beyond unacceptable. This makes you look careless and potentially dangerous with your stream. It is also suggested you keep one hand in the neighborhood of your fellow at the least if for no other purposes but appearance. It conveys the message you are in control and ready to handle any problem that may arise.

Again, it must be stressed that you keep the concept of proper spacing, eyes front, no speech, and immobility in mind every time you address the urinal. Failure to follow the rules can lead to the most dire of circumstances. If you find yourself in a restroom which employs the trough rather than the individual urinals, these rules must be adhered to as strictly as those enforced by the NFL. It really is that important.

Werewolves On The Moon

In the light of recent terrible events the debate about violence in film and censorship has arisen again. The British press has been full of stories about the BBFC, and commentary on the subject of censorship in general. So with that as background, here are my thoughts on the problems that any, hopefully, developed society should have with censorship. Before we start, for the most part, I am not pro-censor, and to some extent that does colour my viewpoint, although I do feel some sympathy for what is an often untenable position.

This is the first time I’ve attempted an essay, and it is very long. Apologies in advance.

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Born February 2, 1947, Farrah Fawcett grew to become a woman known as one of the biggest sex symbols of an era filled with beautiful women in high profile entertainment outlets. While most people remember her as Jill Monroe, the sexy feather haired blond crime fighter of Charlie’s Angels fame, she was much more than that. In some regards she was a reluctant sex symbol looking to shake the image and be seen and appreciated as a thespian and not just a pretty face. The story of her life and death is no different from most people in that it had it’s highs and lows. What makes her life special in retrospect is the way she chose to lead it.

Farrah Leni Fawcett was the youngest of two daughters born to James and Pauline in Corpus Christie, Texas. When asked how she ever wound up with such an unusual name she always supplied the same answer which was that it was a name her mom made up because she thought it sounded good when paired with her last name. Mom must have been on to something, because in an industry where names are commonly changed to stand apart from the pack, Farrah never had to do that. In fact she was one of the few select celebrities that was known by one name alone like Liza and Marilyn.

Farrah was raised Roman Catholic and attended her parish school until the ninth grade by most reports when she entered public school. She later went on to the University of Texas at Austin where she was a good but not stellar student and a sister of Delta Delta Delta sorority. Her ideas for the future changed when she appeared in a photo shoot of the ten most beautiful coeds on campus. She was spotted by a publicist/agent and encouraged to move to Hollywood to take a shot at the big time after he spotted her photo. With her parents blessing to give it a try, she packed up and headed west in 1969 after finishing her junior year.

Early on Farrah mostly found work in commercials, and plenty of it. She was the dream face for an advertiser to associate with and had no problem landing deals with Well Balsam, Noxzema, Fabrege, Ultra Bright, and Mercury. That wasn’t her only exposure though as she found her way onto the small screen as well on Owen Marshall: Counselor at law, I dream of Jeannie, and the Six Million Dollar Man where she met her future husband Lee Majors.

It was 1976 when everything seemed to turn in her favor. Her agents sold a distributor on the idea of a poster of her. The resulting poster was the now famous “wet red bikini” shot with her big hair and dynamite smile. While no solid figure has ever been settled on it is believed that as many as 12 million copies of it may have been sold. It is to this day still remembered as the poster of that decade. In march she landed the Charlie’s Angels role which most people forget was actually a movie of the week. It went over so well that they ran it a second time and still got huge ratings, huge enough in fact to order a pilot episode and go straight into production. The only cast change made was hiring David Doyle to play Bosley rather than the original cast member David Ogden Stiers who later went on to fame in M*A*S*H.

Fawcett only stayed for one season and was replaced by Cheryl Ladd. Fawcett in making this move appeared to have committed career suicide in many minds. Farrah wanted to be seen as more than a “pretty jiggler” and also reportedly received some bad advice that she was ready to cash in as a film star. It didn’t happen. For the next several years nearly everything she touched flopped with the critics, fans, and at the cash register. When she was just about to be written off for good the tide changed again.

When she appeared in the off Broadway hit Extremities the critics finally took notice. She did what no one seriously thought she could in this role in which she replaced a more critically acclaimed actress Susan Sarandon playing the role of a would-be rape victim that turned the tables on her attacker. This role set the table for the following year when she took on what may have been her most praised role in The Burning Bed. She earned her first Emmy for the role and to this day the made for television movie is still aired and just as haunting as ever. She reprised her role from Extremities for the film version and won a Golden Globe for her effort.

Over the remaining years of her life she had an on again off again relationship with Ryan O’Neal while continuing to be the unofficial queen of made for TV movies. She continually drew greater critical acclaim, enough so to finally make it in big budget movies. While she didn’t reach the level of stardom in this venue once promised to her, she did continually land strong roles and garner accolades like the Independent Spirit Award.

Of course Farrah also had her moments that made people shake their head like her late age playboy shoot and video, as well as an appearance on late Night with David Letterman in which she appeared to be stoned. She also began exploring he artistic bent to the extent she had an exhibition at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, and later had pieces at the Andy Warhol Museum. She eventually seemed to get things under control again and returned to television, most notably appearing on Ally McBeal and later as Barry Bostwick’s girlfriend on Spin City in a recurring role.

Personally her life hasn’t all been roses. Her marriage to Lee Majors ended in 1982. her son with Ryan O’Neal has found himself in and out of drug rehab centers and prison. Her sister Diane passed away from lung cancer in 2001, followed by her mother in 2005. The following year Farrah was diagnosed with anal cancer and began chemotherapy almost immediately. She began documenting this final stage of her life on a small digital video camera she purchased, including shaving her trademark hair off before chemo claimed it.

Her final documentary as we should call it showed the good, bad, and everything in between. It followed her to Germany where she sought treatment to hopefully avoid a colostomy. In fact Farrah tried nearly everything to buy more time, but sadly it became apparent that was not going to happen. As late as April of 2009 her publicists insisted she was on the rebound, and at least at the moment she did outwardly appear to be. The outward appearances however were deceptive and Fawcett finally succumbed on June 25, 2009.

Whether you remember Farrah from her glory days, or only got to know her at the end of her career, there is no denying she was a vibrant and powerful performer. She proved she was more than the smiling face and beautiful body on a poster, more than the woman that spawned an entire novelty industry of Farrah “Faucets”, and more than a mindless jiggler. She was a woman that entertained us and in her her final time gave us what was literally the performance of her life: he death with all that entailed so we may remember her plea that none of us ever give up.

It is officially called the Tinku Festival, but they may as well call it the beat your neighbor to a pulp day. There are strange festivals and observances around the world, but not too many that can be located actually require beating someone until blood is spilled on the ground to officially qualify as a party. This is hardly some new fad based on a weird fascination with the MMA or Mike Tyson, it has been going on for over 600 years.

Every year in May, 5000 Bolivian Indians make their way into the city of Macha to offer a sacrifice to the Earth Goddess Bejamama as they have been doing since at least the collapse of the Incan empire. Things start out innocently enough with them all marching into the city like a parade, and then chanting and dancing, but things take a different turn when the chanting and dancing ends. They almost quite literally beat the fecal matter out of each other.

The sacrifice of blood to Bejamama is said to make for a more bountiful harvest. The more blood that is spilled which reaches the ground the better the harvest is believed to be. Tracing the history of the chanting and dancing back centuries, they are actually the same ones used to declare war. Given that the objective of the day is to beat people until they bleed profusely it is somewhat appropriate.

What is hard for many to grasp is that people not only line up to watch this – but they really want to be a part of it. They actually expect their neighbors, friends, and family to hit them until they spill blood or it is seen as an insult. It is like saying that they hope their crops fail. Don’t get the idea that everyone mercilessly pummels everyone else until every participant is a bloody lump on the ground, there is a certain point in which people say enough is enough – but not everyone considers the same amount of spilled blood t be sufficient.

Some people are quite content with a mild trickle of blood to maintain tradition or appease their superstition. Others are more devout believers and more in need of a bountiful harvest and want to spill more blood. Still others push it to the extreme and have actually been beaten to death. Rather than this being seen as a tragedy with murder charges filed, it is seen as a great sacrifice that while painful, will certainly return great rewards to whomever assumes that land of the deceased.

Things sometimes get out of hand, and there have been times when it was believed people used the Tinku Festival to settle a personal score in the ultimate way. As that became a slightly more prevalent problem, the Police finally stepped in prior to the 2007 festival to help make sure that people just got beat senseless – not killed. It also marked the date they began preventing to the use o weapons like clubs, slingshots, whips, boledoras, and even horses to try to trample people.

Still, some communities slink off to other locales and hold declared death matches outside of the watching eyes of the law. Rather than keep things low key and spill a little blood with family and friends, they take on rival communities or a warring family to make sure blood is spilled. It puts a whole new spin on the Hatfield’s and McCoys.

It may sound crazy, but for poor people living in a poor town in a poor nation, anything that can even provide an inkling of a ray of hope is grasped with both hands. When May rolls around and someone hauls off and slaps you silly it could be because they are wishing you good fortune. Then again they may just really not like you at all.

 

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National Geographic

NASCAR driver, team owner, and businessman are all adjectives applied to a man that sped to number five on the all-time wins list, William Caleb Yarborough. If you are like me and first got your taste of NASCAR and racing in general back in the seventies, you simply knew him as Cale or the man in the car whose sponsor seemed to change every year. If you came along years later you may know him as the team owner that hired Dale Jarret or Dick Trickle to try to bring home victories. Regardless of how you were introduced to him, his name is synonymous with excellence.

Cale was seemingly born to race, entering the world in the shadow of Darlington Raceway on the twenty seventh day of March in 1940. Cale was the son of a tobacco farmer in the town of Timmonsville South Carolina which was known as little more than a fuel stop on the way to anywhere else. Cale identified and began pursuing his dream at the age of eleven when he attended his first race which was the 1951 Southern 500. He seemed determined to break into racing without delay as was evidenced by his eviction from the first race he tried to enter for lying about his age. Undaunted Cale pressed on and in 1957 he debuted in Bob Weatherly’s number thirty Pontiac at the event that first inspired him, the Southern 500. Things didn’t go well as he began the race in the forty fourth position and finished in forty second. Two years later Weatherly gave the still young Yarborough another shot and he improved to finish in twenty seventh, not setting the world on fire, but certainly enough to merit a bit of attention.

It wasn’t until 1960 that Cale took his first top fifteen finish by coming in fourteenth at the Southern States Fairgrounds, but 1962 was his breakout year of sorts. Cale finally finished in the top ten at the Daytona 500 Qualifying Race. Now Yarborough had finally gotten the attention of the collective racing world and continued to spread his name with a final standings position of fiftieth place. He wasn’t a household name yet, but back in Timmonsville he was already a true to life hometown hero.

From 1963 until the start of the 1966 season Cale was going through the growing pains of the racing world. He began the 1963 campaign without a full time ride, a problem that would plague him briefly. Herman Beam finally gave him a chance to pilot the number nineteen Ford in which he took a pair of fifth place finishes which was enough to earn a return call for the 1964 season. After a few races however he parted ways Beam, or more aptly put Beam parted ways with Cale. Without a ride Holman Moody gave Cale a shot and he was rewarded by seeing his driver take nineteenth in the points standings. Still this wasn’t good enough to earn a return gig and Yarborough spent the next season driving for various owners much like a gun for hire. If ever there was a Marshall Dillon of the NASCAR world it was Yarborough. Still 1965 saw him take his first win at Valdosta driving for Kenny Myler and reaching the tenth spot in the final standings for the first time.

The 1966 season is when everything finally started coming together. He began the season driving for Banjo Matthews but left quickly to join Bud Moore Engineering only to switch teams again and finish it driving the number twenty one car for the Wood Brothers team. He won both the Atlanta and Firecracker 500, (While with Bud Moore) but slipped to twentieth in the standings because he only got to run seventeen races. With the Wood Brothers is where Cale made his name and took home the checkered flag at the Daytona 500. The 1960’s wound down with Cale truly making the big time in 1968 when due to NASCAR regulations Ford had to make at least five hundred cars like Yarborough drove available to the public, they were known as the Talladega/Yarborough Cyclone Spoiler II. At the time the car was a flop but they can fetch upwards of one hundred thousand dollars today.

It wasn’t until 1974 that Yarborough become a regular force on the track due to years of sponsor problems and team sales that cost him starts regularly. Cale went on to collect ten wins followed up by nine wins in 1975 which finally brought home his first championship. That was the beginning of a three year Championship run and any doubts about Cale were removed as he surpassed being a star to achieve legendary status. In 1980 Cale won a career high fourteen poles to go along with six wins but this was the beginning of the end for Cale in a sense as he announced he would no longer drive full time. Even as a part time driver he snatched victory at Daytona in 1983 and finsihed the 1985 season with wins at Talladega, and his career final win in the Miller High Life 500 at Charlotte Motor Speedway. 1986 saw him take his final pole at the Firecracker 400 but victory behind the wheel was over. In 1988 Cale ran his final race.

The 1988 season was significant however as he sponsored Dale Jarret. This was when the business end of his racing life really began. Even though his teams never enjoyed great success despite having the likes of Jarret and Trickle drive for him. John Andretti posted his only win as an owner in 1997. Despite his racing acumen he never reached the success the likes of Richard Petty did as an owner and after losing a fair portion of money he returned to Timmonsville where he opened a Honda dealership.

Even though you may have seen him gracing the cover of Sports Illustrated or making a cameo on the Dukes of Hazzard, when everything was said and done it is Cale’s driving we remember best. He finished his career with eighty three wins, three hundred and nineteen top ten finishes, and sixty nine pole positions. From humble beginnings rose a legend, and the legend is Cale Yarborough.

Most of us still have our caps and gowns from graduations gone by and while we know they are a part of the ceremony, very few know why. Some people when asked this simply shrug and say “that’s how it’s always been.” They are closer to the truth than they realize.

The cap and gown symbolize the early roots of academia going all the way back to at least the 12th century. In the middle ages there was no heating system aside from fire, and fire hardly kept everyone warm, it merely took the chill off them at best. As such people needed to stay warm.

Educational institutions of that time demanded a certain amount of uniformity, and just as is often debated today, a dress code was a part of that. Whether the person was a student or teacher, they wore clerical garb which was a robe. It was practical, warm, and uniform. Furthermore, most academics at the time had taken vows to a religious order, so the robe was already their standard dress. As students for the most part had not taken vows to a religious order, it was necessary to have them dress as their teachers did as they would not change for their students. If there was to be uniformity this was absolutely necessary.

The wearing of caps was for the same reason as most of the bodies heat escapes through the head. The mortarboard design we are familiar with today is slightly different than those days, but still very similar to those worn by the clergy at that time. This wasn’t a matter of fashion so much as it was aa matter of staying warm and healthy.

So far as we know, it was in 1321 at Coimbra University that this mandate for uniformity was an officially mandated decree and not just an optional although highly advised option. During the reign of Henry VIII, Oxford and Cambridge adopted the wearing of gowns as a requirement. Things remained much the same until the late 1700’s to early 1800’s. By that time students were being afforded more freedom in what they wore while attending studies, however academics still were bound to the old traditions. This was as much for purposes of identification as anything else at this time.

By the late 1800’s the colors of robes began designating specific areas of study. This applied to all schools, and was an American thing more so than European as they had already enjoyed great diversity in the colors of their robes which varied from one institution to another. So far as is known, the United States was the first country to demand this widespread uniformity in such details.

Gardner Cotrell Leonard was he main force in creating the system we use today which not only dictated the colors used, but the cut, fabric, and style as well. His system remained in place until 1959 when some changes were made by the Committee on Academic Costumes and Ceremonies made a few minor changes hardly anyone would ever notice. After that nothing changed until 1986 when the degree of Ph.D. was to be recognized with dark blue.

In short, we wear the cap and gown at graduations for little more really than keeping a tie to the past and honoring tradition.

The “G-Shot” which is what the G-Spot amplification procedure is known as is further proof that modern medicine can do nearly anything – and that no matter what it is modern medicine is doing people will line up around the block for it. In the the case of the G-Shot those people are of course women. The G-Shot is pretty simple on the surface from a mechanical standpoint, and the desired result is easy to understand which is basically insanely intense and frequent orgasms that are easier to reach than a can of soup on the kitchen counter. There are however a few things people do not understand about the G-Shot -or perhaps have conveniently glossed over in an effort to achieve the supreme orgasm.

For starters in case there are still disbelievers out there the G-Spot is real and was named after Dr. Graffenberg after his 1950’s article about it in the Journal of Sexology. The G-Spot can best be described as a bump located at 11:00 as you directly face the vagina. In some limited cases women have been known to have their G-Spot at 1:00, but it is highly unusual. When stimulated the G-Spot heightens pleasure for the woman and can cause intense orgasms either through intercourse or more commonly digital stimulation.

The concept behind the G-Shot is that it takes the G-Spot which is normally about the size of a dime and increases its diameter to about the size of quarter. The benefits are obvious- the G-Spot is easier to find, easier to stimulate, and has a greater surface area. While women would likely go through pretty much anything for that kind of pleasure potential, what has made the G-Shot out of control popular is that the entire visit to your doctor to get the G-Shot takes 15-20 minutes depending on how you response to the local, and the injection itself only takes about 8 seconds. The G-Shot doe not contain any hormones, it is described as a “bioengineered human collagen” and so far as anyone knows there are no side averse side effects or dangers in a single injection or a lifetime of injections.

At its best, the G-Shot is supposed to last about 4 months with the tail end of the time frame seeing the G-Spot slowly diminish in size back to it’s original dimensions. Sadly, the G-Hot is not permanent and for some women it has been described as being as addictive as crack. Once you have had insanely intense orgasms it’s hard to go back to usual.

As awesome as that all sounds there are a couple things to consider before signing up for the G-Shot. many women surveyed by SF Gate stated that after the G-Shot their orgasms and sex were so good they wanted more sex. After the G-Shot wore off they still wanted sex, but were frustrated when sex wasn’t as good due to their smaller and less sensitive G-Spot. The second thing to consider is that the G-Shot currently costs about $1,850 on average. That’s $5,550 annually for great orgasms, or $462.50 per month. That also assumes the G-Shot last four months, in a fair portion of omen it is really closer to 3 months.

The G-Shot has been safe so far, and it does deliver the results promised in almost every case. It’s expensive and it is addictive as great sex tends to have that effect. It is definitely a luxury procedure, but if you can afford it and you have trouble climaxing it might be just the thing to reinvigorate your sex life.