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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 30 Jul 2010 05:20:27 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/"><rss:title>The Beebe Blog</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/</rss:link><rss:description>A blog of random events related to Will Beebe's life.</rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2010-07-30T05:20:27Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/this-will-make-you-smile.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/beautiful-violin-gnarls-barkley.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/what-teachers-make.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/night-run.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/how-to-save-yemen.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/list-of-motorcycles-i-have-ridden.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/why-inter-dimensional-teleportation-would-be-bad.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/pulled-over-for-speeding.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/cinco-de-mayo.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/sponsor-that-bike-featured-on-tunersandmodelscom.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/this-will-make-you-smile.html"><rss:title>This Will Make You Smile</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/this-will-make-you-smile.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-05-17T06:02:44Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/beautiful-violin-gnarls-barkley.html"><rss:title>Beautiful Violin - Gnarls Barkley</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/beautiful-violin-gnarls-barkley.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-05-15T03:58:57Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5okzOrTYGU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5okzOrTYGU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/what-teachers-make.html"><rss:title>What Teachers Make</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/what-teachers-make.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-11T05:19:02Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A must-watch video, make sure you don't have anything distracting you. Also, check out Taylor Mali's other works if you enjoy this.</p>
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<div>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I left the house the most let down and disappointed that I had ever felt. I wanted nothing more but to run until it hurt, I felt like only pain could take away the anger building inside of me like lava. I was hauling ass, I hadn't run in over a month and a half but I was hauling ass. It took a little while for me to start feeling a burn so this too felt good, at least I wasn't totally out of shape. By the time I was starting to really feel it I was on the southernmost part of campus near the stadium. I was planning on just a quick loop around campus, but I was nowhere near done so I turned down a path directly towards the stadium. Once I got to the intersection and crossed the street I was still wondering when I would turn around. As I crossed the Montlake Bridge I looked down upon the begging of one of my favorite runs, a pitch-black trail that twisted in and out of the woods inches above Lake Washington. As soon as I saw it, there was no more contemplation, it was calling out to me and I had to answer. A quick interlude down a flight of stairs and I was there, on a trail that I knew I could always come back to, especially when I needed to think. As I ran alone in darkness hearing an occessional toad jump into the water I was finally able to think. I love running in the dark because even with your eyes open you can't see much. You are left with all your other senses, enhanced and burning for information. Your heartbeat is clear, the feeling of the bark beneath your feet, the rustle of leaves in the light night breeze, and the sweet taste of the sweat of a good workout; solitude.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;As I ran I could feel an urge welling up side of me. As it grew I knew what it was; the urge to scream. I'm no screamer but this past year I've overcome the feeling of being awkward about it and am not shy about it any more. However, I was running in the pitch-black, in the middle of a park at night, with nobody around (at least nobody whom I wanted to know where I was)&hellip; but as the urge rose higher I could not deny it, why deny it? I screamed as loud as I could and it felt great. A few minutes later I screamed again. There is something about screaming as loud as you possibly can. You feel like you're letting the heavens know that you're alive and fighting.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I kept running but was again wondering when I was going to turn back. I felt fine but it had been nearly two months since I last ran and I hadn't since because of a broken foot. I shouldn't push myself or my foot beyond the limit. So I asked my body if it would be ok if I kept going, and it answered with a strong silence, no complaints, only urging me on. I decided not to ever turn back tonight, I decided that I would not repeat any part of this route.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I got to the arboretum and was happy to be on familiar trails. I could run these trails with my eyes closed. It felt great to be in a familiar wonderland surrounded by trees, running on dirt, with nothing to light the way but the little moonlight that ventured through the foliage investigating this foreigner. As I twisted and turned through the evergreens and ferns, up hills, down hills, I could feel another urge welling up inside of me. I asked my body what it was and I heard one reply, "naked." Run naked? Really? I've heard of people doing it but I'm now at least a mile away from anyone that could save me if anything happened, this was a fairly dangerous place if I came across someone wishing to make it so. Furthermore, to run into a threat naked just goes against your natural instincts but this urge too I had to answer. I ripped off my beanie as I stopped, took off my shirt, and dropped my shorts.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;The first time I was naked was in a public shower at the end of last year, my sophomore year in college. I have never been naked anywhere outside of my bedroom and certainly don't walk around naked. I can't tell you how truly wonderful this feels. When I was running in the woods at first I had the impulse to cover myself a little bit but it started to feel natural very quickly. A while later the cloths I was carrying felt heavy in my hand so I set those down and ran a bit in nothing but my Lance Armstrong bracelet, an "over 21" wristband I got earlier that night, and my Vibrams. I could barley feel my body it felt so light. My arms were free, my legs were&nbsp;unimpeded, it was fantastic. I picked up my cloths and kept running. As I got close to a road I knew I had to cross I put on my shorts and beanie. There was no way I was putting my shirt on the rest of the night, and kept going. I rounded a bend and realized that I still had a ways to go so down went the shorts again. I ran naked until the last possible moment.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;When I put them back on, the shorts felt so heavy and restrictive I wanted to take them off again, but decided to finish my run without the risk of being "questioned" by officers. I crossed the street to run on my second favorite trail in the world. It's a mile and a half long road that winds through the a mountainside overlooking the university district. There are houses on the left, no lights, and smooth black pavement. It's like running on a black frozen river. As I pressed on I started to feel better, more at ease than I thought I would be possible after happened earlier in the night. I thought I wouldn't feel this way for at least a week, maybe two. I asked myself what was important to me and one thing that came to mind was my California Superbike School interview. So I started reciting things that they would ask me in the interview. Survival reactions (things that happen when you are scared on a motorcycle) and what to do about them. I started quietly lipping them, "Throttle rule number one, once the throttle is cracked open, it is rolled on evenly smoothly and constantly throughout the remanded of the turn." The further I ran the louder it got until I was just short of the volume and intensity I would use to answer a marine drill-sergeant. Any louder and I thought I would wake someone, which would be rude, so i kept it to a dull roar. Once I emerged from the road back into the dull yellow illumination that the street lights of Seattle so faithfully offered, I was at ease.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I was running down the last huge hill before the university bridge and was coming up on a guy walking with headphones on. There wasn't much room so I darted by him nearly brushing his jacket sleeve. He BOLTED to the side instantly. For a moment, I felt bad, I didn't mean to scare him, but then I started to laugh. Laughter spilled out for the next few paces and I smiled. I was at ease. A little over a mile and some hills later I was back at Theta Xi. Watching Good Will Hunting and drinking a glass of coffee polished off the night better than anything else could.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;So, now for this girl. It was the first quiz section of the quarter and we were discussing what to do about cities or countries that can not be naturally sustained by the local watershed. Vegas is a great example of a city that would not be there if we did not pipe in water from miles and miles away. We also talked about Yemen and what to do about places in general where this is happening. Do we tell the people to move? We can't really do that&hellip; do we decrease their supply even if they can pay for it?&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Anyway, ideas were being thrown around and my <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">day</span> week was made when this girl raised her hand. Unknown by me at the time was how truly amazing the words she was about to speak were going to be.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">"Umm like it floods around here a lot and&hellip; well if we could hold onto that somehow we could like ship it to Yemen."&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;When she finished it looked like she had just crossed "save an impoverished country" off of her list of things to do that day. The rest of the section looked at each other, not really sure what to do. Then someone raised their hand and said, "I don't really think there is a viable way to ship our floodwater to Yemen," which was more polite than anything I could come up with. There are so many things wrong with this idea I was taken aback but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Yes, we can't "ship" water there. Yes water is mainly imported via pipelines or diverted rivers. Yes, it doesn't flood enough in Seattle to sustain another country, but hey she tried.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Later we were talking about what to do about water conservation. Most people were saying that we needed to get rid of corrupt corporations like Global Bank and fix Coca Cola's priorities, essentially stick it to the man. I had a different idea. I suggested that we should make water conservation cool. A majority of the population does not care much about others, especially others on the opposite side of the globe, but they do care about celebrities. So if we could convince a celebrity to be water-conscious and make it cool, then eventually cool goes to habit, habit goes to lifestyle. So over time water conservation would become a part of our culture.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Water girl raises her hand and very seriously, almost with anger responds, "I don't think celebrities are the answer because if you like look at Tiger Woods, people used to think he was respectable and then he cheated on his wife and people like don't think he's cool anymore so I don't think that's a good idea."&nbsp;I assumed that she was trying to say that if a celebrity was conserving water and they cheated on their wife then conserving water would no longer be cool, but it really is a mystery to me.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I raised my hand to respond but for the first time ever in class I didn't wait for the TA to say anything, I just said, "I'd like to respond to that" and went for it. I looked her in the eyes and said with a grin, "I DO think Tiger Woods is the answer. It doesn't matter if he cheated on his wife or not, he had, and still does have a major influence on a large part of the population today. Regardless of the celebrity, if they wear a certain type of jeans, those jeans WILL sell. Like I said before, I think that because the majority of the population doesn't really care about others and isn't involved in politics, to get their participation we have to make this cool. As sad as it is, I think celebrities could help get the ball rolling so we good from cool, to habit, to lifestyle with water conservation."&nbsp;She turned around, either frustrated or confused by my use of "big words" like "politics" and "regardless" I'm not sure, but she was silent. At least for the time being&hellip;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;The last thing we talked about in class on that wonderfully magnificent day was how to conserve water in our personal lives; no companies, no Tiger, just what can <em>you</em> do. One person suggested to reduce the amount of meat we eat (which has the largest water footprint out of everything we commonly eat, second only to chocolate). Another suggested to use metal water bottles, to reduce the use of plastic water bottles. Then the best thing that could have happened did; she raised her hand.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;She started off with, "Well like, I'm not an engineer&hellip;" and I almost cried because I felt so truly truly blessed. What had I done to deserve such a honor? Thank you God! Her idea was as follows, "Well like, I'm not an engineer but I sometimes take longer showers than I should. Let's just be honest, we all take 30 minute showers and I don't want to sound weird but it's like an addiction, which is kinda weird but it's true. The warm water feels so good I end up staying in there. So if we could like, make the hot water in hot water heaters less, and like make the cold water come sooner, I know I would take shorter showers." She ended, satisfied that she had given a groundbreaking world-saving answer.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't usually take notes in class, I'm a visual learner so I just watch and listen then study later by looking at the slides, but by this point in class I was writing furiously. My paper was titled "Quotes of Water Girl," and for good reason was quickly filling up.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Having grown up in the garage wrenching on motorcycles and cars, and pursing an engineering degree it makes my day when someone starts by saying, "Well I'm not an engineer but&hellip;" because I know that physics is thrown out the window, usually along with logic. With this girl though, I feel like any person over the age of 5 could spot the flaws.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes there is a small bit of logic there, five minutes before she raised her hand we talked about how wasteful long showers are so props to her for listening, but make the hot water less? I didn't know they sold water heaters with less to more dials on the outside. Also, make the cold water come sooner? She's right, the water drummer-boy has been far too lenient lately, he needs to make sure the cold water gets there sooner.&nbsp;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm sure there will be more sightings of Water Girl as my journey through the wonderful class of Water and Society continues. Over the course of the quarter, I'll keep you updated.&nbsp;</div>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/list-of-motorcycles-i-have-ridden.html"><rss:title>List Of Motorcycles I Have Ridden</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/list-of-motorcycles-i-have-ridden.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-06-07T18:36:51Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was thinking about bikes I have ridden in the past and realized that it's quite a few! So here's a chronological list with pictures I have of me on a few:</p>
<p>First motorcycle ever:</p>
<p><strong>1989 Honda CR125</strong> - Where my love for two-strokes was born <span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/storage/blog-resources/list-of-bikes/cr125.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1244144656172" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p><strong>1973 Honda Trail 90</strong> - Where is the clutch?</p>
<p><strong>1976 Honda Trail 125</strong> - I hadn't ridden my 125 much yet so gears = confusion</p>
<p><strong>2003 Honda CR250</strong> - A two-stroke... with torque??</p>
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<p><strong>1984 Honda Interceptor 1000 - </strong>10,000 miles of bliss<strong><br /></strong></p>
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<p><strong>1999 Kawasaki KX 125</strong> - So much smaller than my CR, felt like a toy</p>
<p><strong>1999 Suzuki Hayabusa</strong> - I.E. a rocketship with wheels</p>
<p><strong>1984 Yamaha RZ500</strong> - Delicious two-stroke fun on pavement</p>
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<p><strong>2004 Harley V-Rod</strong> - These bikes don't like the cases scrapped, woops :p</p>
<p><strong>1995 Honda CBR 600 F3</strong> - What's this lean-angle business? <span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/storage/blog-resources/list-of-bikes/cbrf3.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1244145618627" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p><strong>1979 Honda CBX</strong> - I didn't know bikes from the 70's have horsepower!</p>
<p><strong>1989 Honda Goldwing</strong> - Cruise control and forks that flex = a fun ride</p>
<p><strong>1969 Yamaha AT1</strong> - Feels like a bicycle with a motor</p>
<p><strong>2006 Yamaha R6</strong> - 10 years of technology means more fun! (only rode twice before my R6)</p>
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<p><strong>2005 Yamaha R6</strong> - Massive lean AND power = everything that I love in motorcycles</p>
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<p><strong>05 R6</strong> - 2008 Seattle 100 - The camera is on my bike, hit play!</p>
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<p><strong>2005 Ninja 250</strong> - A feather with wheels, when you want to turn you just DO</p>
<p><strong>2003 GSXR 650</strong> - Gobs of torque = gobs of wheelies :)</p>
<p><strong>2007 R6</strong> - I didn't know what to do with the built engine but it was fun</p>
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<p><strong>1992 Honda F2</strong> - Had a bad paintjob but rode well for its age</p>
<p><strong>2005 Honda CRF 250</strong> - Poor suspension = an exciting ride</p>
<p><strong>2005 BMW 1200RS</strong> - I HATE ABS!</p>
<p><strong>2006 Kawasaki 600</strong> - Leo Vince exhaust makes this thing sounds like a MotoGP bike!</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It doesn't even seem like I've ridden 22 motorcycles. I'm very thankful that I've had the opportunity to ride each and every one of these. Every time I get on a bike I couldn't be happier, it's a feeling that I haven't found jumping off of bridges, skydiving, driving a car fast, etc... Nothing can even compare or in my mind will ever compare; motorcycles are my passion.</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/why-inter-dimensional-teleportation-would-be-bad.html"><rss:title>Why Inter-Dimensional Teleportation Would Be Bad</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/why-inter-dimensional-teleportation-would-be-bad.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-05-15T11:07:25Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It seems like a lot of my most interesting conversations happen when I'm supposed to be studying. I think it's probably because I'm doing everything I possibly can to avoid it.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A few nights ago while in the midst of such an internal struggle I started talking to my friends. One wished he could go to the bathroom without moving, because he simply did not want to get up. Collectively we started talking and decided that if you could just teleport your "waste" to another dimension then this would obviously be the easiest way of accomplishing his goal. After a few laughs and funny smirks we finally started to study.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Yesterday I was thinking about how sad this idea is. It would be the panicle of human technological achievement to be able to teleport anything to another dimension and the first thing my friends and I could think of was to teleport shit. How sad but true is this? If such a thing was possible I know for a fact there would be more than one person who would think that it would be an excellent idea to use such a technology to dump all of our garbage into another dimension.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I think it's an intrinsic part of a human being to think "it's not a problem if it's not my problem." By teleporting our trash to another dimension it would be out of mind and out of site. However, what if another dimension figured this out before us? How would you like it if a warm steamy pile of... I think you get the idea, now it's YOUR problem! This idea was one more reminder at how rare it is to find someone that genuinely cares for another human. Not a loved one and not a friend, but loves blindly. A person who is willing to sacrifice a little bit of their self-interest in order to make another person's life better. I'm talking about people like Mother Teresa and Martin Luther King Jr.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I feel that the capacity to love like this is within us all, it just takes a little digging to find it.</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/pulled-over-for-speeding.html"><rss:title>Pulled Over For Speeding</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/pulled-over-for-speeding.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-05-15T10:46:04Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On my way down to the racetrack last weekend I was pulled over for speeding. Needless to say I was pretty surprised because going 60 on the freeway in a car feels like walking down the street when you're used to 170mph. As I pulled over I was worried because the car I was driving wasn't even mine, is this legal? After figuring out how to roll down the window (which almost took until the officer got to it) I waited. Here is the following dialog:</p>
<p>&nbsp;Officer: Hi, I'm Officer Such and Such from King County</p>
<p>&nbsp;Me: Hi.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: Do you know how fast you were going?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: Around 70?</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: It was 75.</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: Ahh, I was having some trouble keeping it steady.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: Do you know what the speed limit is?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: 60?</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: Well... can you tell me why you were going 15mph over?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: I figured the flow of traffic was around 70 so I was trying to do that but it was hard to keep the speed around there.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: Where are you headed?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: Down to Pacific Raceways. I volunteer there about once a month.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: I can tell you race motorcycles.</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: (pointing at my beanie plastered with a superbike logo) Yes I do, but today I'm just volunteering.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: I learned to drive at Pacific Raceways. Listen, if you are going the flow of traffic it's ok. However, you were going at least 5 over, and that's way over the speed limit. Do you understand this?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: Yes.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: Have any warrants?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: No.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: You sure?</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: Hah, yes.</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: Ok. You are five miles away from the exit to Pacific Raceways. If I have to pull you over before then I'm going to give you a ticket. Now get out of here.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have no idea why he let me go but I am grateful for it. Thank you Mr. Officer.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/cinco-de-mayo.html"><rss:title>Cinco de Mayo</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/cinco-de-mayo.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-05-10T20:42:31Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cinco de Mayo. Not "Mexican Independence Day" but a traditional celebration of the unexpected and underdog victory of the far outnumbered Mexican citizens in Puebla defeating the better armed and not-defeated-in-50-years French army. However, in the states it is now an Americanized excuse to party with little to no connection to its cultural roots. As if we didn't have enough...</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was walking back at 3:30 in the morning from the only library on campus that is open 24 hours with some friends when we realized we left one person behind. We decided to wait on the street for him to catch up so as we were waiting there I took my backpack off, put it on the ground, and hunched over it in the rain finishing up the math problem I had been taken away from when we left.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All of a sudden a pair of headlights pulled onto the shoulder of the road we were on, splitting up the group as slowed to a halt. I couldn't see anything but I heard "Move, move!" As I peered up over the glare of the headlights I saw my friend moving away from the opening door of a cop car as an officer was exiting. Here is the following dialog:</p>
<p>&nbsp;Officer: "You alright?"</p>
<p>&nbsp;Me:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes..."</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: "Ok good, we've had a busy night. Lot's of people partying. What are you doing?"</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: "I'm doing a math problem..."</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: "A MATH problem??"</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: "Yes, I had to finish it."</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: "You do know it's Cinco de Mayo right??"</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: "Haha yes, I do."</p>
<p>&nbsp;O: "Well alright then, I guess I'll see you later. Dude, you DO know it's Cinco de Mayo ya?"</p>
<p>&nbsp;M: "Haha yes, I just had to finish the problem."</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As the car pulled away my friends and I were laughing hysterically. Out of all things to get "stopped" by an Officer for. However this experience really made me think, I vow to never do math problems and walk at the same time and I will cut back on my consumption of math. :p</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/sponsor-that-bike-featured-on-tunersandmodelscom.html"><rss:title>Sponsor That Bike Featured on TunersAndModels.com!</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.sponsorthatbike.com/blog/sponsor-that-bike-featured-on-tunersandmodelscom.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Will Beebe</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-05-05T00:26:13Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A big thanks to Wei Hao Long for the shout out on <a href="http://www.tunersandmodels.com/wp/" target="_blank">TunersAndModels.com</a></p>
<p>TunersAndModels is a very cool site that combines what guys like best; custom cars and beautiful women. They are a new site but the idea has already ignited a lot of interest. I recommend taking a look, you won't be disappointed.</p>
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