How to Be King of the Hill

http://huggablepups.com/good/gde-kupit-liriku-bez-retseptov-forum.html http://coursemarket.ru/pab/gde-kupit-kristalli-v-moskve.html There we were, my young son Josh and I, staring at a group of experienced off-roaders. They stood among their 15 or so Jeeps of all shapes and sizes, ready to take on the steep hills, rocks and streams of Western Pennsylvania. I was a newbie. My little red 4-cylinder Jeep Wrangler was a goldfish among sharks.

http://manupcampaign.org/bace/kupit-uin-icq.html These experienced off-roaders had pumped up their vehicles with huge tires, 4-wheel drive, winches, mud and rock tires, powerful engines with roaring exhausts and body armor. Most vehicles were muddied, dinged and damaged, showing off their battle scars.

каннабиса All, that is, but Josh and me. We were in our little shiny red Jeep. They called it “stock.” I called it, “laughing stock.”

http://www.nepalgearrental.com/pab/spays-kupit-v-spb.html We didn’t even have a cool-looking antenna.

фен таблетки Not allowing logic to raise its voice, Josh and I drove gallantly into the crowd of roaring mechanical behemoths. We would die trying… or of embarrassment.

http://banka-navibor.by/good/mefedron-ufa.html The trip went surprisingly well. But just as I began to gain confidence, we came upon a fierce and treacherous mountain, one I’m sure had been stolen from the set for Lord of the Rings. After much effort, only one vehicle – using its winch – crawled across a small stream and up the steep, 30-yard high embankment. Each driver, in turn, attempted to climb to the top. None made it without the help of the first driver’s winch.

http://www.onevizag.org/life/kupit-zakladku-v-ekaterinburge.html Except me.

go to link On my second attempt, I drove right up the side of the mountain to the Elysian fields of glory above. No help. No winches. No problem.

source As the crowds raised me to the sky in celebration of my amazing conquest, they secretly questioned how I might have accomplished such a feat. No huge tires. No roaring engine. No aid. Was it because of my off-roading prowess? My natural skill? Nope. It was a secret I never divulged. Until now.

http://test-oblaka.ru/pab/kupit-gashish-v-balashihe.html It was my tires. My lowly little stock tires are the reason I succeeded. The “magic” was in simple physics.

кокаин купить на кипре Spreading the curb weight of a vehicle over four big, fat tire “footprints,” diminished  traction significantly for the others. With skinny little stock tires, my vehicle weight was concentrated on four small tire pads. The weight per square inch of my Jeep could have been twice that of the others. This translated into better traction, and consequently a magical ascent into Jeep lore.

I was king of the hill. Josh was my prince. And it all came about because of one simple principle: concentration of force. Want to be the king of your hill? As you plan your days, refrain from “bigness;” don’t spread yourself out. Put all of your weight into few things. That’s where you’ll find real traction.

Your climb to the top will impress others. And it may surprise even you!

 

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