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With significantly better performance on lesser hardware than Horizon 3, more intuitive and social multiplayer features, and an ever-changing map that shifts to a new season every week, Forza Horizon 4 manages to improve on a near perfect arcade racing game.
With its regular online racing leagues and meticulous car and track modelling, iRacing is as close to real racing as you can get on the PC. That also means iRacing is something you need to work up to.
It has no meaningful single-player component and, with its subscription fees and live tournament scheduling, it requires significant investment.
Oh, and a force feedback wheel is quite literally required here - that's not us saying the gamepad support is poor.
The game just won't let you race unless you have a wheel. But for a certain class of sim racing fan, there is nothing that compares.
The very best iRacing players often compete in real motorsport too, and make a career out of eSports sim racing.
And having first released now over a decade ago in , it's consistently stayed astride with the latest simulators each year. Quite an achievement.
You might look at it as an RPG in which you happen to be a racing driver. As for polish, forget about it.
What this license gives its successor is an inviting championship structure with different vehicle categories and highly scalable endurance racing across treasured circuits like Paul Ricard, Spa Francorchamps and Circuit de Catalunya.
The mi one-way commute would be a kickass way to obtain steady base miles. Then, having my bike with me in Leavenworth, I could work half-days on the trails and use the other half of the day to explore the vast network of gravel fire roads that trace the mountains like barely visible scars leading me into the unknown.
The rigors of hauling stones and rocks up the trails, along with swinging axes and pulaskis, and hefting heaping shovels of dirt would be my core and strength training.
And, if I ever grew bored of the bike very rare I could run and hike up trails as cross-training. My recovery wouldn't be sacrificed either because right there was the Icicle River for ice-baths, and, by god, do I ever sleep well with the sounds of nature kissing my ears to sleep.
Nutrition would also be easy, since one of the cabins is already complete and I brought my cast iron pan and can easily bike into town to the little Market that sells organic meats and produce.
Lastly, my writing goals that I've been avoiding from fear and anxiousness Writing is my biggest internal fear always surface in full force when I am surrounded by the creative voices of Trees, Rivers, Birds, Deer, Rocks, and endless Creatures whispering wonderful sentences teeming with articulate ideas.
Then, back in the city, I already have my routine set: strength training at the Seattle Bouldering Project, group cycling interval training with my HARM Coaching clients, an incredible condo where I live and create and nourish my life, and my close network of friends for wild parties and conversations leading deep into the night and into my soul where I long to explore the complicated facets of being a human searching for love and completion.
The last piece of the puzzle was how to get to Leavenworth by bike without having to deal with the violent roar of automobiles that invades our daily unconscious lives like a festering diseased wound.
This task would be a cinch, since exploring new roads is my new thang. After being a hamster stuck on a spinning wheel, I just can't imagine training on the same damn roads that I've been training on for the last ten years.
So, over the course of a few weeks I scouted out the perfect route as seen in the map above. On the morning of August 22nd, my panniers were packed light bivvy sack, sleeping pad, hatchet, headlamp, bike tubes and essential tools, Smokejumper boots, warm clothes, walnuts, goji berries, journals, Big Sur , by Kerouac, mmm, and I think that's it and I hit the road to test out this long commute for the first time in one full go.
I say all this and the real reason for this excursion is because I was slipping into a bad place of complacency and depression. The race season had worn on me, and the vices of the big city were wearing me thin.
I needed a true adventure to re-find the person who I want to be. Instead of rambling on with words, let me tell you my story in the form of pictures.
For those of you who follow me on Instagram , I apologize for the redundancy, though, keep in mind that all the captions to these pictures are new.
This one, the longest, last for what seemed eternity, and in the center you will encounter a thick darkness. Riding gravel roads will put you in a trance, and the hours slip away as the fascination of the final destination beckons you forward.
This picture is from the next morning after sleeping in some random thicket in the Pacific Railroad Park nestled on the edge of the quaint town of Cle Elum.
The night before, I passed numerous ideal sleeping spots, and ended up next to the freeway where the screams of automobiles forced me to backtrack in the pitch black night.
Exhausted, after riding for eight or so hours, I crumbled into my bivvy sack and disappeared into the world of restless dreams.
In my opinion, the best cafes are ones that roast their own beans and have several brewed coffees ready to go and all you can drink.
For someone like me, a bona fide caffeine addict, this equates to about ten or more cups to get me righteously cracked out and ready to tackle the day.
Don't tell anyone, but in the future I fully intend to scout out extensive routes of automobile-free roads paved or unpaved yet all navigable with a sturdy road bike that wind through the wilderness and connect to big cities and small towns with the main destinations being independent Coffee Roasters, Art galleries, small-op organic farms The gorgeous scenery around Cle Elum helped add to the energy as well as my caffeine saturated blood stream.
And, yes, here I am without a helmet, which is a very rare sight indeed, and one that I will only indulge in when on roads with ZERO cars, and when I am going up hill at the astonishing speed of 5mph.
Sure there is a risk involved, but chances are the greatest risk is of a giant purple unicorn storming out from the undergrowth to eat my heart as a sacrifice to Zeus, may he rest in peace.
Point being: think for yourself. Danger is contextual. If you think black and white, you will live a boring and desperate life.
Rant over. For those of you haven't ridden in this area, get yer ass out there, because these roads are endlessly filled with friendliness.
Since I wanted to avoid cars, getting away from nerve-racking H which isn't actually that bad for bicyclist, but, still, fuck cars and venturing onto fire roads was my main agenda.
All I knew about NF was that it was a fire road. My lust for adventure had me assuming it would be a treacherous gravel road leading into wild lands.
Turns out, it was perfectly paved, and used to be the old Blewett Pass highway. Not wanting to take any risk, I strapped on my hatchet lest I encounter any violent bears or unicorns.
Here I am cresting ol' Blewett Pass and about to stop to put on my helmet for the steep descent, like a good role model. Shirtless, the sun soaked my tan skin.
The crisp air restored forces inside me forgotten in the city. Never once did I encounter any combustion engines.
Old Blewett Pass is my greatest discovery of late, the best road for a cyclists I have encountered since training in Big Bear Mountains prior to the Redlands Classic last March.
Can't wait for my next commute up and down this spectacular road. Forest fires in the Eagle Creek area clogged the air with a hazy grayness of smoke.
I was well ahead of schedule, yet could feel the stress of red-lights and intersections as people rushed unnecessarily through the late afternoon.
After stocking up on bacon, avocados, and raisons at the grocery store, I was antsy to get to camp. I bypassed downtown Leavenworth a trashy mockery of Bavarian architecture , by taking East Leavenworth Road.
I was back in familiar territory. For the past ten years, the Wilderness surrounding Leavenworth served as a playground for me and all my wild outdoorsy friends.
Countless adventures I've had in the jagged slabs of rocks piled into mountains peaks and ridges. As I pedaled along I noticed a large field off to my left where three or four helicopters slept.
I presumed this patch of private property had been turned into an impromptu airfield to man these forest fire fighting helicopters.
I stopped to stare at the glittering red of these magnificent machines. The sun was quickly setting, so I stepped on the pedals.
Around the bend where the road turned due West, just before the road dumped me into Icicle Road, I noticed a spattering of colors. The array of shimmering fabric was a temporary tent camp for troops of Forest Fire Fighters recruited from all over the region to fight the local fires.
Setting up camp could wait. I rolled up and waved to a stocky fellow with strong arms and a trimmed beard. I gave him a big manly hand shake.
His name was Lance, a veteran forest fighter of twenty years. Ever since I was a child, I've had a thing for fire fighters. My mother and father were once both fire fighters.
They actually met in the fire department when they volunteered there as teenagers. Two of my Uncles are currently city fire fighters in the Seattle ares.
My third Uncle, who died from cancer a few years ago, had been both a Ranger and a forest fire fighter. At one point in my life I had given forest fire fighting serious thought.
When you start out, you are a Hot-shot, which is the first line of defense, a crew of badass mountainy men who are hauled to the front line of the fire in army-like off-road vehicles.
They unload and hike straight to the heat and dig trenches and clear undergrowth with pulaskis and shovels over hours of grueling work and tireless muscles to prevent fires from spreading.
Dan, I found your site after Mark Twight Tweeted on your note on self delusion. It struck a chord with me, and I'm awed by your efforts.
I hope I can get tickets to see you in London. Ride strong, Iain. Saturday, March 12, A Return to Home.
In my last post I left y'all hanging; I'd mentioned, "problems I have to deal with. In the past two months I've had to deal with more drama than a sorority girl on homecoming night.
Or other ways it is harmful besides to horses. Update 2: Good god people, learn to read. Answer Save.
Finley Lv 7. If there was no money in it, people wouldn't force horses to race while pumped full of drugs to keep them "sound" Horse meat goes overseas and is a delicacy in restaurants in France, etc It's regulated.
It's not. That's why it still exists. The only ones that suffer are the horses. People thrive. This can be either a heart attack or angina. Angina is a syndrome caused by diseased coronary arteries.
However, an attack of angina can also cause arm and jaw pain, even nausea. Such pains are usually more widespread and not limited to a single limb.
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The dimensions: Length: mm Width: mm Height: mm Weight: approx. The EX-5 S chassis is supplied as a "rolling chassis".
That complete chassis pre-assembled with hydraulic disc brake front and rear and Big-Bore shock absorbers without shock springs.