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December 26, 2006

The competition sucks

Filed under: Uncategorized — topspeedroller @ 8:13 pm

So I have this project – lifestyle – business thing and it is very secure but I am surrounded by people who insist on challenging the concept of the project, when they want the visual indicators of success, like a roll bar and auxiliary lights on my pickup, they want to see that I have a great stereo, and fancy clothes , or they will not believe my project is working and has in fact been working for a decade.

Like when I was a kid, working on my snowmachine in my dad’s garage, I would finally get the thing running and then I would go riding, but the other kids would never see that, when the proof , that it was running great, was the tracks I made when I was riding it, you could easily tell how good a guy’s snowmachine was running by seeing his tracks going up a hill, if he had to turn around and go back down the hill ,without going all the way to the top, then the machine was not running very well.

It might look good, it might sound good, but the tracks told the story.

My friends would never come out and look at the tracks, so they never had to respect the fact that the machine was running like a top, then, they never had good snowmachines, the reason they never had good snowmachines, was that their dads would be told not to let their kids have a snowmachine if the kids did not have the guts and maturity to go out and look at my tracks, so I was like the test in my community before the other kids got snowmachines, if you couldn’t hang out with TJ, and couldn’t get some experience riding with me, then you had no business riding a hot fast snow machine.

I did not make that rule, I just made a lot of tracks and mostly my attitude was based on the fact that I hated to get stuck on a sowmachine and I hated working on them so I tried to not get stuck and I tried to take care of the machine, so it would not break down, that means, and this is the important part, that means, that I was not being competitive with the other kids my age, it means I did not want to get stuck or break down.

The mistake the other kids made, was that they were putting their energy into being competitive with me, and all they got was the privilege of sitting at home watching TV with the babysitter, while their Dads and Moms were out riding snowmachines with me and my more mature friends who had snowmachines.

Same thing with my business, if you are competitive with me, then you are wasting your time, your energy needs to go into providing a useful product or service for the community and not into a marketing campaign to make me look like an idiot, when basically, that, will be the tracks you leave behind. Your tracks will show…., you are not serving customers, you are only spending cash bad mouthing people who are too busy serving customers to pay any attention to you.

The parents were all really weird and pretty stupid when I was young.

Our society and culture was not ready for 10 year olds, who could go 60 miles per hour all day, and also understand and repair the machines that allowed that reality.

The parents were thinking they were pretty cool for going forty miles per hour in a car, and never being able to fix anything. Like very slow rich people, showing off their paint job, and then standing around like idiots, proving they could get a lower species to work under the hood of their car.

That is not immaturity talking, that is my adult opinion.

The parents of most of my friends had this ludicrous idea of making a deal or negotiating with their kids, they would want to trade, they would ask the kid to do some really hard work, or possibly borderline sick or criminal behavior, before they would buy their kid a snow machine.

That was a really bad idea. The kids would want to work, but not do really nasty or sick stuff just to get a snowmachine.

I never had to do anything sick or gross to get my snowmachine.

It was a clean thing, the snow was clean, the air was clean, the machine and my snowsuit and helmet were clean, my attitude was clean, and I was never ashamed or embarrassed, and I never had to slow down, or dodge anything, with that machine, to keep a secret about anything.

There were no secrets, there was nothing I needed to not talk about.

Later on, the big secret, was, that none of my friends ever developed the maturity to get a snowmachine or anything else.

Nobody would let them do anything or trust them when they would “tell on me” and they would “tattle” but they would not, avoid getting stuck, and they would not, take good care of their snowmachines.

I guess, that when I was young it was really cool for a parent to get a little credit and cash and then they would find some guy who wanted something like a stereo or a car, and then they could tell the guy to do some really sick twisted behavior, and then they would pay them for that.

Like if you wanted a stereo, you had to go have sex with a certain person, then the rich person would give you the money for the stereo and then you could pay them back in small installments.

At the top of this page I start out with the idea that my friends want to see me have a rollbar and auxiliary lights for my pickup , and a cool stereo, that sort of tells them I must have had sex with some horrible woman I would never touch , or maybe a guy or maybe something. No, I don’t get into that. Screw it, I leave my truck plain and boring.

So I think the competition is off track and out of line, it is not going to get results.

The competition, is mostly between kids who couldn’t control their impulse to “tell” and “tattle”on kids like me when we would go out and ride snowmachines.

They grew up,they are in their 40s, and they made a career of “telling” on each other.

I was riding, they were sitting with a babysitter, the babysitter would reward them for tattling, so the babysitter could “manage” the kids.

I learned to get my rewards from riding, they learned to get their rewards from tattling.

Eventually they outnumbered me, that does not make them equal or superior to me, that just means they have a lot more people acting stupid around them so they fit right in and they can all be stupid at the same time, and look like they are part of the majority of humanity.

They are the majority, but their activity is sick and borderline criminal.

In high school they told us this would probably last for five or six years after we got out of high school, They said the spoiled brats and wimps would get the good jobs and management positions first and the mature guyd would need to wait it out until the employers figured out that the idiots wee idiots, their work and the tracks they left behind would tell the story.

But it did not only last five or six years it has been 22 years from the time we got out of high school and the freaks and geeks are the hot new item if you can get one to manage your business.

If you can not get people’s attention with finesse and grace with your sowmachine riding skills, one way to get their attention, is to take the muffler off your machine and it will be really loud, then there will be an economy that will form , when everybody will be tattling and fighting about muffler laws.

Then you make money to pay the babysitter to manage your kids so you do not need to develop grace or finesse with that job either.

Same thing with a guitar, when you suck at playing guitar, you just turn it up louder and suddenly your friends think you are Jimmy Hendriks.

High quality product and service has been positioned, by certain middle managers, in a location, where it is forced to be diametrically opposed to tattling, yelling, freaking out, emotional diatribes, neurosis, and information sharing.

When your head is above water, you have a fifty fifty chance of geting your shit together.

But when your head is below water you can work your ass off all day, and you are never going to get anywhere.

Some middle managers, are drowning, or at least dunking our culture.

The only skill they ever developed was watching TV and tattling on somebody, anybody, to keep the babysitter satiated.

Basically, after over 20 years of this, the entire project is a wash.

It has taken these people until they are 40 years old to get to the point I was at when I was 13 years old, and they think they invented it.

I know what comes next in most of the scenarios, and also what comes after that, but they don’t know, so they act like it is the biggest risk in the world.

This feels like being healthy and sober and ready to work in the morning and the entire  rest of the damn country is all hung over and sleeping in and they will jump out of bed and beat the hell out of me if I turn on a radio or make any noise or suggest they possibly get up and get outside and enjoy some sunshine and fresh air.

They are making a career of trying to get me busted by the cops , for something, so they can screw off and watch TV and screw around with their computers.

If I had a snowmachine today, I would get about a mile, the first time I rode it, before some idiot would call the police, and report me for going outside and doing something totally normal.

Going outside and working and playing is what balances me.

My friends are in their 40s and they don’t want me balanced, they want me unbalanced, and disturbed, and paranoid, and hysterical, like they are.

I made an extraordinary effort to “get away from that crowd” when I was young.

My busines is pretty awesome I suppose from looking at it from theoutside, sort of like how the kids who did not have snowmachines , imagined things were for me when I had a machine.

I have a place, and the people who don’t have a place IMAGINE that I would do the same deviant and criminal behaviors they would if they had a place, that is why they don’t have a place is that they would in fact be deviant and criminal.

Then the banks started giving the freaks and geeks credit to start businesses and they did get into the deviant and criminal stuff and our society seriusly suffered.

I will get on to another page, I get tired of talking about this.

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