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I have to tell you about Daniel Lee, affectionately known as "Danny"..
This is Danny at Pearl City flats:
DANNY:
At first glance, it appears D is doing a vertical lean or pancake, nothing to it yes? Well, one had to be there in person to see how close he could get his face to the front tire. So one day we were jumping someplace, I remember it was at a gravel pit behind St. Andrews Priory in Kaimuki, near Waialae and 6th avenue. There is a Zippys across the street, even today.
Anyhow, this is a long, long time ago.. so Mark tells Danny "hey next time you do that pancake, spit on your front tire".. LOL .. awww, ok.. so Danny goes for it, and guess what happens.
Note: Well, THIS should be hard to figure out, we better call in the idiot savants and Einstein wanna-bes to assist us in the "Pavlovian experiment (minus the bell)", which is about to go awry.
Ahem, Danny.. don't you know about wind and spatial scale? There is a concentrated wind belt composed of a jet stream and you're plowing right into it, sabe me? So the driving force of air flow combined with a spinning tire (doh!) meet in a mass of chaos and the forceful expulsion of salavatic (is that a word??) material is instantly reverse-driven.. straight back into his face! Whew, that was hard to figure out. But one might think good ole Danny learned something, no?
One must simply experience the power of suggestion as a detached observer. This power is so subtle, so immensely influential, I have to say when executed with panache, is a work of art. In this case, Danny is the sculpture and Mark is the artist. So Mark says, well that was funny. Let's try something else <said while Danny unmoisturizes his face> ... See that power line running over the top of the jump? Mark says "I bet you can do a kickout and touch the lines with your tires"... aww, Mark, we just saw what happened earlier, let's not endanger his life, ok? However, when you're a teen even doing something dispicable like dipping Grandma's dentures in the dog's water bowl seems funny, so hey what the heck. So Danny goes for it and I could only watch in subliminal agony. Danny hits the power line with his tire and the bike "changes direction" <ya think?> and lands on his forehead.. I'm serious! We had to take him to Cosmos house, then to the hospital for stitches. I can only verify, in a scientific manner, that "suggestion" is responsible for muddled thinking. Beware folks, no matter how simple the suggestion might be.
I love you Danny. Where is he today? He joined the Marines after I left Hawaii in 81-82 and when he came back from where ever he happened to be stationed, let's just say.. the military works because of the "way it works", bringing us back full circle to suggestability. He picked up the fine are of jive and was fully fluent in such a tongue, I was simply in awe. Can you say Social Engineering?
That is just one story, there are more... for next time. LOL
Affectionately..
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