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There's a certain well known, but mostly undesirable, road that is said to be paved with good intentions.  I may have been down that road.

Back in September I was bursting with enthusiasm to share so many things I've picked up over the past few years.  Little did I anticipate the ride I was about to experience.

This isn't meant as an excuse (though I'm not above trying to use it as such) but I had just assumed supervision of two additional departments within our training organization when I wrote that September post.

Picture jumping onto a Hyabusa (that's a really fast Suzuki, by the way) with the throttle pinned. It's a case of ride or fall off.  If you fall off, it's not just you that suffers.  The whole organization is going to suffer along with you.  It makes for a pressure-packed ride, let me tell you.

The good news is that nobody fell off or got hurt...much.  Nerve endings were certainly sparking.  It got to the point that I didn't need a flashlight at night, anymore.  Eventually the passenger hanging on for dear life got the bike under control and could actually be said to be riding.  Possibly even having a bit of attention for other things.  Maybe even blogging.

More about all this later.  Mostly, this is simply an elaborate build-up in order to be able to share these photos.  You might say that the past few months have been a real trip.  (I know, groan away, but it's still my blog last time I looked).﻿ 

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