da Vinci Got it Right! (and so did the guys behind Mercury, Gemini & Apollo)

Back in probably 1998 or so, I was fortunate enough to walk the halls of the Louvre in Paris, France. I’m not a huge art historian, though; I would characterize myself as one who enjoys looking at art – more for the possibility of finding something I “like” more than anything else. I mean, I can’t talk intelligently about art (I did get an “A” in art history at Washington State University – but getting an “A” in “art” in inland Washington State ain’t sayin’ much, is it!), nor do I really care to, to be honest…but, when I see something I like, well, it strikes an emotional chord within me. It resonates a bit, and I can appreciate that. I reckon I become attached to that kind of feeling and really pay attention when those sort of feelings come a bubblin’n up.

I can’t really explain what I like in art – maybe it’s like “porn” – y’know, I can tell you when I see it! D’oh! Hey, this is a family show! ;-)

I like this (yeah, film is art, eh?) :



And this:

the persistence of time

and not so much this

…but hey…that’s one of Leonardo daVinci’s most famous pieces!?! Well, yeah, maybe I’m tainted by the context within which I experienced the painting of the Mona Lisa. Y’see, in the Louvre, everyone goes to see the Mona Lisa (or so it seems)…and thus, the context in which I experienced that painting was not appealing to me…and, that’s probably what I hang onto when thinking about the “mona lisa”. For me, that painting is attached to “lots of people acting like crazed tourists”. I’m not so into that, and so, yeah - that kind of deal sticks with me…

I much preferred the setting of the Borghese Museum in Rome:

Fewer people by design/coincidence (hey, y’know context matters when it comes to art!)…crazy detailed sculpture and some fine art at the Borghese in a much more intimate setting…

But really, when it comes to sitting on a bike…I gotta agree with da Vinci:



…seems he got things about right when sketching out his bike design concepts, what, 500 years ago or so? :-)

I see a little bit of a blend of old-school European seat tube angles and “new-school” (is there anything new school in bikes?) softride in that sucker, pictured above, eh?

The way I experienced the da Vinci exhibit here at the San Diego Air and Space Museum was pretty neat. We basically had the whole exhibit to ourselves for the better part of an hour. Most of the other folks had probably already seen these da Vinci replicas, but for Selene and me, it was a first. So, we enjoyed the intimacy of the moment offered to us and dove into the true “da Vinci Experience”.

The guy was pretty amazing – he was so far ahead of his time mechanically, it’s not even funny. Who’d a thunk it? I mean, he had ball bearings figured out in the late 1400’s:



And his breadth of ideas and innovation, when experiencing it in the museum exhibit, was a bit bewildering to be honest.

The real reason, though, we were there at the museum, was to pay tribute to Kennedy’s vision, in a way:



…to pay tribute to some of the greatest heroes America has known – y’know, they were before the steroids in baseball/football or EPO in cycling era! ;-)

The guys of this era put forth a bold goal of landing a man on the moon before the end of the 60’s. They took the courage, inspiration, and hope proffered up by Kennedy…and got the job done. The men we saw…the men we met...the men we shook hands with:




…last weekend were the men that stepped up and met those great expectations to be pioneers, leaders, heroes. They were the men that tackled the challenges that they had no concept of, but met those challenges with hope, vigor and unwavering perseverance and faith.

Undoubtedly, there were sacrifices and setbacks along the way to the moon
(Apollo 1) that weighed heavily on them and the United States:



…but, just as Kennedy prophesized in 1962 in the speech linked above:

“We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things… Not because they are easy…but, because they are hard…Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills…Because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept…One we are unwilling to postpone…And one we intend to win.”

It is important to note that the Apollo 1 disaster, and all those learning opportunities it presented…ultimately begat the Apollo 7 triumph.
It’s even possible to imagine that without the Apollo 1 fire, we might not have taken Gene Kranz’s words in response to that incident to heart:

“Spaceflight will never tolerate carelessness, incapacity, and neglect. Somewhere, somehow, we screwed up. It could have been in design, build, or test. Whatever it was, we should have caught it.
…
“From this day forward, Flight Control will be known by two words: 'Tough' and 'Competent.' Tough means we are forever accountable for what we do or what we fail to do. We will never again compromise our responsibilities. Every time we walk into Mission Control we will know what we stand for. Competent means we will never take anything for granted. We will never be found short in our knowledge and in our skills.”

So, with Apollo 1, and Apollo 7, and Gene Kranz’s sage words, we finally were able to raise the level of our game and realize the Apollo 11 achievement:



…and I think it is really important to note that none of the Apollo missions could have been accomplished without the progression of the Mercury and Gemini projects.

All of these missions were intertwined and linked. Each one building upon the other in lockstep.

Hey, y’know the guy with the texas twang barkin’ out

“60 seconds” and “30 seconds” and “Roger, twang…tranquility. We copy you on the ground. We got a bunch of guys about to turn blue. We’re breathing again. Thanks a lot.”

…in the closing seconds of that video about Apollo 11 linked above? Well that gentleman was seated at our table last weekend on the deck of the USS Midway (the aircraft carrier that featured heavily in the Vietnam war).



Brigadier General Charles Duke is his name, and he’s a real American hero, I reckon. We were honored to shake his hand, and to hear his stories and perspective that evening. Did you know that he was in his mid 30’s during that Apollo 11 mission where he was CapComm (capsule communicator) in Houston? And, at that age, he was one of the senior members of the whole deal?



Can you imagine being given the responsibility to make the call on whether or not to abort a landing attempt during Apollo 11 in your mid 30’s with less than 60 seconds to go until touchdown?

Y’know…that 60 second call that Mr. Duke was barkin’ out in the video above was really a “60 seconds of fuel remaining” call…and not a 60 seconds to touch down call…y’see, Neal Armstrong was lightin’ up the thrusters, floatin’ across the surface of the moon trying to find a safe place to touch down after the initial spot didn’t look so hot. When Charles Duke said “30 seconds”, that meant there was less than 30 seconds of fuel left…And they still had to get off the moon! Talk about pressure, responsibility, faith…no wonder there wasn’t much breathing going on amongst mission control in Houston.

Luckily, the eagle landed safely, and the rest was history so to speak…

Yeah, Neal Armstrong was the first man on the moon...And the guy who was guiding him down in the audio above, Charles Duke – wound up being the lunar lander pilot during Apollo 16 and, ultimately, the tenth man to set foot on the surface of the moon. Pretty cool, eh?

Lots of cool stories were told during the festivities at the museum on Friday night (the evening before our Midway experience)…but probably the one story that sticks out the most to me was told by Glynn Lunney. He was second shift flight controller while Gene Kranz was the first shift director of flight control in Houston during the Apollo 13 mission, and he featured heavily during events of the Apollo 13 mission:



Lunney’s thoughts on “trust”, that he shared with us that evening, between the government, NASA, and his bosses (you have to remember, that Lunney and his crew were all in their mid to early 30’s/late 20’s at the time doing something that had never been done before…) were pretty inspirational.



Here’s how I remember the Apollo 13 anecdote that he shared with the attendees…
…as he took over from Gene Kranz a little less than an hour after the oxygen tanks “blew”, he and his team were delegated to find a solution to one of the tasks essential to getting the crew back home – I want to remember that it was the powering up sequence of the lunar module after it had been powered down. He and his team had explored every possible avenue for a significant period…they left no stone unturned…finally, he and his team had created a “book” (an operational manual detailing a checklist to proceed through) on the sequence and were prepared to present it to the big wigs of NASA.

Lunney recalled for us, that he, as a 32-ish year old was sitting in front of a panel of his elders going through what they proposed to do…when he was completed with the briefing, he recalled…the room sat in silence until one of his bosses began to speak…Lunney told us that, inside, he was fully prepared to hear this senior administrator start picking apart his team’s plan with a bunch of questions and whatnot…instead, there was only one statement from one of his “superiors”:

“What can we do to support you and your team?”

As an engineer, let me tell you that I think that’s pretty crazy to see that type of behavior in such a high-risk, high-pressure situation very often. It’s a remarkable story. The point, as I saw it, was that you just don’t see that kind of thing these days in industry, or the government…But really, the Lunney story is just a great story about trust.

That senior administrator knew his limitations in the situation, delegated responsibility to the subject matter experts, and then let go…the administration had forced their team to choose a path. It seems to me, as if when we are forced to make a choice on our own, that decision making process is pretty powerful – it is the best way to learn, I feel, since one is forced to consider and weigh the consequences and potential outcomes. And ultimately accept responsibility for the path taken…I can see how this type of decision-making process is ultimately the job of any triathlon/bike racing “coach” in the industry today. The job of these coaches should be to coach us into making better decisions for ourselves…If your bike racing coach doesn’t have that as one of his priorities in the relationship with you, well then, I reckon I’d suggest finding a new “coach”. There are plenty of good coaches out there.

I feel that being encouraged to make our own decisions and choices when faced with new challenges is also the demarking line between being “on board” and being “fully engaged”. Anyone can be “on board”, but being “fully engaged” is where it’s at, I reckon.

There’s a lesson for the wannabe “managers” of the business world, and “coaches” of the bike racing world in that Lunney anecdote, eh?

All in all, a great weekend – one definitely for the memory banks. It was inspirational. It made me think a bit more deeply about how I choose to go about things. The experience re-assured my sense that, given the opportunity, people will ultimately step up to a challenge and prove that they have the right stuff to get the job done…

Peace,
-k

Air and Space Museum Hall of Fame

Had a pretty cool day last saturday. Selene and I had the opportunity for the second year in a row to attend a gala that inducted some truly amazing folks into the Museum's International hall of fame:



The museum had this cool exhibit that we got to walk through - I reckon Kirk would have been a wee bit jealous, because the exhibit was all about Star Trek. We got to sit in Captain Kirk's chair:



and then I got a little silly - I'm not sure what I was doing in the pic below, but I reckon that's the "captain" pose! LOL!



The rest of the evening was totally cool - it was a little emotional for me, actually. The chance to reflect on what these folks have done, on a human level, was pretty darn inspiring.

I mean, think of what Scott Carpenter (one of the inductees), and the original mercury 7 did. They basically strapped themselves on top of a bomb, and in so doing basically said to his team "I trust you" with my life. Wow.

That's some courage. And a sense of team.

Old Skool

Big sports day for me today! Brought back lots of old skool memories of my youth sports experiences...

Started out with some Euro 2008 action where Croatia took on Austria, and Croatia scored early on a penalty shot in the opening minutes of the match. Great coverage I was watching - pretty funny to hear the announcers chattin' about "dumping" an opponent - the description the color guy gave was "it's a move that sometimes happens that defies description" - or words to that effect...

I played a lot of youth soccer in my day back in the 80's. In the early years, I was a striker on the left side - it seems as if there weren't many left footer's amongst the available 8 year olds!
;-)

in my later years in the "select-teams" (you had to try-out to make the team) days of my competitive soccer years I played a lot of midfielder and often times as a defenseman. I was a little guy back in those days - but I was slow to make up for the lack of height! LOL!

Anyway, good stuff watching that euro match. I look forward to how things unfold over the next few weeks!

Next, I made my way to a bike race, and did the old-skool thing. I pedalled around without a heart-rate monitor nor a power meter (forgot it! doh!). Anyway, the chula vista course was the site of the CBR state crit championships. It was an interesting start to the race, as the promoter, started everyone off by saying "if you get dropped, you need to be training more..." or words to that effect. He was kidding around, and it lightened the mood a bit.

I hadn't done that course, and was a bit bummed to see that it included a U-turn at one end fo the course. But, it turned out to be alright, though the legs (or maybe it's the supercomputer??) just weren't there. I didn't really ever get put into any difficulty, but I just didn't seem to have the desire to do anything. Pretty disappointed in myself, now, actually. Not sure what is up with that.

Caro, and Galvan took off early, then Thurlow, Bordine, and another guy set off in pursuit. I was on Bordine's wheel, near the back, when he decided to throw down. Like I said, I saw it happening, but just didn't make it happen. Not sure why that is...

Caro and Galvan eventually lapped the field, then the other three did as well. The green machine - otherwise known as five star, lined it out for bordine and he took the win...

Pretty lame effort on my part - I tailgunned it, then moved up with five to go. Lost my nerve a bit when I saw Joel Stangeland bury a pedal on the u-turn with two to go. Never went au-bloc, which was disappointing for me...



Anyway, the real deal today is game 2 of the NBA finals. I'm a huge Celtics fan - in fact, I can remember back in the 80's when I was a gym rat and basketball freak, writing a report (and presenting it orally) about the history of the celtics in the 8th grade class of Mr. Day. Man, that would be neat if I could read that report today!

I can remember spending all day in the WSU gyms (bohler, smith, can't remember the one where the lights made things look green!) as a middle schooler. Good times. Shootin' around, wearin' knee high tube socks, and short shorts... ahh the good ol' days!

I always wanted a pair of those Converse Weapons, but was never successful in negotiating a pair like Magic and Bird had back in the day (image from The Converse Blog):



I reckon I was a total slacker back in the day, cuz I can only name four out of the six guys shown! Can you name all six?

I'm totally psyched to watch the new skool rivals of Garnett, Pierce, Kobe, and Gausol duke it out. Though, I reckon it will pale in comparison to the Old Skool rivalry of Bird/McHale/Parish and Magic/Kareem/Worthy. The supercomputer, though, I reckon will always favor the nostalgic moments, though, huh!

I think it is that nostalgia, that emotion that wells up inside you when thinking of the good ol' dayz - it's that feeling that makes old skool frames of reference so appealing and vivid.

And, it's those feelings that stay with you for a lifetime.

Go Celtics!

Chihuahua and La Revancha de Chihuahua

A week or so ago, me and the Mrs took a trip to Chihuahua for her cousin's wedding. Chihuahua? Is that a real place? Yeah, it's a real place. I reckon it is one of the largest cities in the Mexican State of Chihuahua:

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Chihuahua, the state, might be best known as the place where Pancho Villa was assasinated - they have a nice museum in the town of chihuahua that we have visited in the past that documents this event and the era in which he lived - pretty cool museum, if you are into that sort of thing, which I am!

Anyway, here are some pics we took of our adventure (we flew out of the Tijuana airport on a direct flight to Chihuahua - the last time we visited chihuahua, we took a more adventurous path - fly into El Paso, taxi to the bus station in Juarez, then a multi hour bus trip down to Chihuahua -> and to think, there weren't even any chickens or any of the stuff you see in the movies on this bus! :-) )

A nice snap near downtown (forgive my amateur photog skillz):

What would a trip to Mexico be without a sweet Carne Asada!

The Tios and more!

The church where the boda/wedding took place -> I've been to several weddings in Mexico (including my own!) and this was the first one I've seen that had a full mariachi band playing in the church - pretty darn neat if you ask me!!!

The Mrs. and the Novios -> it seriously took me like 30 minutes to put that dimple in that tie! LOL! I figured that was pretty good for a slacker bike racin' engineer! :-)

So that was chihuahua, and La Revancha de Chihuahua (Revenge of Chihuahua) was the bike racin' I did this past weekend here in San Diego. It seems that between the tacos de carne asada, mariscos, tamales, and one or two tecates/las victorias, I put on a kilo or two and had a bit of a rough go of it this weekend on two wheels.

Really small fields, and I was never really any threat to anyone... well, except for maybe the cow catcher mounted on the front of the broom wagon!

Seriously, though, I did experience a first in my bike racin' career this weekend-> riding in a group with deep section aero wheels with winds gusting 30-50 mph. yeah, there was some tuggin' happenin' on the front wheel, but it all worked out, and really nothing to worry too much about. I reckon the most interesting thing was pedaling around in the parking lot prior to the road race start... all the while calculating beta/crosswind angle -> "ooh, that was a big gust, yeah, probably an 80 degree beta!" :-)

No bike racin for the next couple of weeks that I'm real motivated to do - so it looks like I'll have to hurt myself riding in the backcountry of northern San Diego County on the weekends...

Can't wait!