The special forces 10-minute power nap works aces when fatigue is at your doorstep. (Photos by Kevin Wing) It was late summer of 1988, and I was busily hauling my personal belongings from my mom’s house in Ventura, California, back down to Los Angeles to live with my dad. While everything was peaches with my respective parents, the move would afford me the opportunity to once again have access to a garage to work on my Honda CR250 and, even better, put me closer to motorcross tracks, where I could more regularly risk cracking my ribs and torquing my remaining good knee. I was excited. With an each‑way drive time of approximately 1 hour, I wasn’t looking forward to the three rounds of loading and unloading it would require to complete the task, but with gas around a buck a gallon, I strapped my lead foot on, dropped the… ...[TheTopNews] Read More.
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