"177 beats per minute"

I know there's a lot happening in the world, but I tend to be selective, and hearing about Captain Clear-headed's latest hardcore bike excursion is taking precedence:

"In fact, Bush does not ride quietly, constantly shouting out in his Texas twang the names of trees and geographic features and yelling at himself to pedal faster.

"Air assault!" he yelled as he started one of two major climbs, up Calichi Hill, which he named for the white limestone rock from which it is formed."

Oh man... "Air Assault!"??? Well at least he's candid. Even if it exposes certain aspects of his psychological framework, he certainly doesn't appear to be acting. I never thought a rush of endorphins could be so disturbing.

(And as always, a nod to Maru for the link)