"You've got a funny look on your face, but your face is funny looking, so..."
- Arvin to me while I was staring into space
I've been trail running above town a few times a week. Today I had to run down the block in flip-flops— usually awkward— and automatically fell into a perfect stride. My midfoot strike is coming along nicely.
Pop quiz, Hotshot: Why would you want to drive a bougie, Eurotrash Saab around Colorado more than your dad's all-American F150? Answer: the Elk Test. Elk and Moose collisions make up such a staggeringly* large percentage of car accidents in Sweden that all Saab vehicles are engineered to scoop the elk off its legs and pass its body over the roof without damaging the car or passengers. The valley here is lousy with 'em. Around here, elk are like bison in Oregon Trail. Ski bums can't afford a gallon of milk, but their freezers are chock full of elk meat. So, elk collisions are a problem here, too. Trucks and SUVs smash and roll. Hatchbacks get totalled. Throw some mud tires and a gun rack on a Saab and you're good to go.
(The following paragraph is a tribute to Dr. Patrick Dragon)
They said it was impossible at the academy—they called me mAd— said it couldn't be done. But they were WRONG. I can segway into this last, hideously extraneous link. Because while we're on the subject of large, unexpected animals, check out this comic.
*Ha!
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| View of CB from the Upper Loop Trail |
Pop quiz, Hotshot: Why would you want to drive a bougie, Eurotrash Saab around Colorado more than your dad's all-American F150? Answer: the Elk Test. Elk and Moose collisions make up such a staggeringly* large percentage of car accidents in Sweden that all Saab vehicles are engineered to scoop the elk off its legs and pass its body over the roof without damaging the car or passengers. The valley here is lousy with 'em. Around here, elk are like bison in Oregon Trail. Ski bums can't afford a gallon of milk, but their freezers are chock full of elk meat. So, elk collisions are a problem here, too. Trucks and SUVs smash and roll. Hatchbacks get totalled. Throw some mud tires and a gun rack on a Saab and you're good to go.
(The following paragraph is a tribute to Dr. Patrick Dragon)
They said it was impossible at the academy—they called me mAd— said it couldn't be done. But they were WRONG. I can segway into this last, hideously extraneous link. Because while we're on the subject of large, unexpected animals, check out this comic.
*Ha!
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