How fast is fast? That is the question I have been asking for a long time, of myself mostly. I mean, speed is relative right? How fast does a jet airliner go? How fast does a bullett? When yo compare a bullet to a snail, it seems pretty fast. When you compare a bullet to a rocket ship, it doesn’t seem that fast. See, it’s all relative?
It’s all a bit like the world famous debate about what is better, a pizza or a burrito? Which is in fact a silly debate. I mean if you really want to debate the merits of one culinary delight to another, one should ar least stay within the same food group and debate a taco vs. a burrito. Of course a quesadilla is not worth talking about. After all, if this is Cleveland this must be dehydrated breakfast cereal hour.
But, what does this all have to do with A class? Absolutely nothing. Those first 2 paragraphs were for sure just filler. Sort of a taste grea/less filling kind of situation. The real meat of the post is this. I am old. Yep, there it is. It’s official, it’s in print on the Internet. I am old.
So, I am old, and I am racing in the kids class. A class. I may never win a race here, but I am ok with that. Hopefully I get faster.
Yesterday was the Adams harescrambles. I am a fan. Hard not to be really. Best course, best layout, best property owner. Thanks Bob. I cannot wait for next year.