My experience: Basically you scare the crap out of yourself until the adrenal glands start pumpin. Then time slows and vision narrows until the only thing that exists anymore is what is coming into view and calculating what is likely ahead of that. No more conscious thought, your personality shuts off. You brain becomes a black hole sucking in as much existence as fast as possible. Your eyes, ears and touch are directly connected to the needed muscles. By that point it just comes down to how well you have trained as it is pretty much muscle memory completely taking over to control the bike. It is quite the experience.
Those guys in the TT race have not only honed that muscle memory to perfection, but I believe they have also mastered the skill of adrenaline control. Bringing their mind and body right to the bleeding edge of capability. Max breathing to support max blood flow to support max reflexes. Too much adrenaline and your body starts to shut down as it tries pushing your body past physical limits. You can only breath so hard. Your heart can only pump so fast. Folks familiar to real world combat call this the black zone I believe. It can put you straight into physiological shock. And that is why they gotta be hella healthy and in shape to reach those levels. Otherwise they black out or have a heart attack at 200+mph.
https://www.troublesomefest.com/
Any of you that are in the Denver area, I'll be playing this festival date with the Rebekah Meldrum band. It's a couple hours from Denver. Mountain jams and legal doobies! If any of you should end up there, hunt me down, introduce yourselves, and say hello. Glenn.
In case any of you are lucky enough to meet me, here is a little on how to communicate with a SoDak.
(Note: most of this applies only to my side of the state).
Would, Could, Should are all pronounced like "wood". Roof is pronounced the same way as hoof.
Aintcha is a word, as in "lucky SOB, aintcha?"
Didja is "did you" as in "Didja eat yet?" Also shortened to "Jaeatyet?" or even further to "jeetyet?"
There are no G's at the end of words as in "talkin, walkin" etc. Speaking of, those words are pronounced "tockin" and "wockin".
"You betcha" is an accepted answer to questions.
"Oofdah" is a minor expletive.
Imanagotodastore = "I am going to go to the store." Jawannagowith? = "Would you like to accompany me?"
It is a drinking fountain.
Creek is pronounced "crick". There are no streams in SoDak - there are only rivers and cricks. If someone from SoDak mentions "the river", though - they are referring to the Missouri River. We never call it by name. Ever. Similarly, if someone says "the hills" - they are referring to the Black Hills. We never say "Black Hills". Ever. We generally drop the "river" or "creek" when referring to these - as in "The Sioux" (formally known as The Big Sioux River) and "The Jim" (formally known as the James River).
There are two distinct geographical areas in SoDak - East River and West River. We prounounce them "Eas Triver and Wes Triver".
They are mountain lions, not cougars or pumas. If you live east of SoDak and there is a mountain lion sighting it is very high probability it came from our state. You are welcome.
If you are on the phone with a SoDak and that person says "Anyways" - it is time to end the call. If you do not end the call, you will get the classic midwestern passive aggressive "I'm gonna have ta letcha go". If you do not offer to end the phone call at that time, odds are it will be the last time for a while before a phone conversation happens again. We would rather talk in person than on the phone.
Hot dishes are made on the stove, casseroles are made in the oven. We grill out - not barbecue. Chislic is a delicacy.
"Beers in da fridge" is a perfectly acceptable greeting when someone shows up at your door. It is expected to show up with at least a six pack. We drink a lot of cheap beer in this area.
If someone says "I reckon" during a visit, they are indicating they wish to leave but we are too passive aggressive to say it outright. It then becomes incumbent on the host to end the visit, usually in a typically passive aggressive fashion such as "well, I suppose".
Sposeta is a word, it means "supposed to". Goda is a word, it means "go to". Shoulda, coulda, woulda are all words. Remember, we do not pronounce the L in those words. Dintcha is a word, it means "Didn't you". Woodencha is a word, it means "Wouldn't you". You get the picture.
Probly = probably
There are a lot more, of course, this is just somethin I come up with off da top of my head.
Oh - accordin to many, we tock very fast. Combine dat with are accent, and it can be hard to understand what I'm sayin, doncha know?
Grew up a little north of you. Born in Fargo, grew up on the other side of the river in Moorhead. Besides some of the geographical references, most of this is very familiar language to me and brings back a lot of memories.
I worked with a couple SoDaks in Nebraska, grew up in western IA and have lived at the border with Minnesota. There are lots of Minnesotaisms that bleed into the Dakotas and vice versa, but they don't travel south that well. In Iowa, A SoDak just sounds like most any Iowan who spent the last couple of weeks binging Fargo. Those cheeseheads though, eh, well, ya know...
Here's one, telling time.
Here we say til or after, referring to the top of the hour. I work with a former NewYorker that was in MN before that. She says "of", relating to the top of the hour. Which direction is that?
One I hear all of the time on TV is "tour" pronounced with 1 syllable, as "torr". This word actually has 2 syllables, and is pronounced "too-er". I brought it up to the coworker, and she acted like I was crazy for thinking that.
I lost my sh*t in the restaurant I frequent this evening because the trailer trash attitude of a new waitress there "serving" me made me blow-up. Got introduced to the owners and his family and got a hat out of the deal as a result - they actually liked the fact that I told them how to do their job and to get on it right now.
Englishman in New York feeling being a Canadian in the rural South today . . .
You Midwesterner's around here ain't all that bad, so far . . . .
How about you'ns git now, meaning you boys need to leave my presence right this moment, usually followed by a threat of a boot in your ass. Okeydokey, meaning affirmative, will do, all good etc. Pertineer, meaning almost, close, just about, as in, that durn, or dadgum reckin ( wrecking) ball pertineer clobbered his noggin! Glenn
@Drummer said:
How about you'ns git now, meaning you boys need to leave my presence right this moment, usually followed by a threat of a boot in your ass. Okeydokey, meaning affirmative, will do, all good etc. Pertineer, meaning almost, close, just about, as in, that durn, or dadgum reckin ( wrecking) ball pertineer clobbered his noggin! Glenn
Sounds like SoDak goes East as well. We use OkeyDokey here, anyways.
My Mother and her side of the family were from Missouri. They always pronounced the word "Wash" with an OR instead of an A. Like "I need to do the worsh" or "I'm gonna worsh my car".
Heh, sounds like Mel and John driving on highway 'Farty-Far'.
'Warsh' is prevalent around here, especially in Noble County. Then again, I've heard words from my in-laws I have never heard my parents say. 'Mowdocking' means speeding apparently, and there is plenty more where that came from. Never before heard an R in 'toilet' either. Yep, it's 'torlet'. My wife likes to joke that she can't tell whether her dad says Iowa or Ohio. Almost everyone over there says 'Rule' King instead of Rural, and 'Illinoiz' instead of Illinoy. Shouldn't it be 'Illinwah' anyway, from French?
There is definitely a dialect gradient in the Midwest where the Scandinavian, especially Norwegian, immigrant influence is heavy. I'm unsure where the "worsh" phenomenon fits in. My Grandmother on Dad's side used that and she never lived outside Iowa and the family came direct from Germany.
Dialect and accent are two different issues, but can be tied together (see Cajun). While the lines may be fuzzier than depicted here, it clearly shows why I claimed the Wisc folks differ from SoDaks.
Speaking of accents, I find those in England fascinating;given it's such a small country compared to Oz and the USA, the differences are amazing. Even growing up either side of the Thames River makes a huge difference in accent and word usage.
Many years ago I spent a week in Binghamton NY for work. The gal who worked the front desk had relocated from the Bronx. We spent a lot of hours chatting at night (it helped she was pretty good looking), and laughed at each others accents. I told her she sounded like Tony Soprano and she told me I sounded like I came straight from the movie Fargo. We got along great. I also got a book autographed by a reasonably famous karate instructor - this was back when I was peaking in my karate career. It was overall a good trip, the hotel had an agreement with a large gym right next door so I was able to workout, and I was able to train one night at that dojo.
A fun little 'blond' story. Years ago my wife (whom was working as an in-house attorney for a company in Indiana) had a business trip to Canada. The guys in the office asked if she would bring back a few boxes of Cuba Cigars- she said sure, no problem. As we know, these are contraband as to bringing into the old USofA.
At the airport, my wife was asked the standard question 'do you have anything to declare?' Her reply was 'just a couple boxes of Cuban Cigars' ...and the security person and her just laughed. No suitcase search required, and they actually were quite good.
On the flip side of that... about 6 months ago I had a business trip to OK City, OK. The ding dong TSA workers threw away my bottle of contact saline solution and a tube of Crest tooth paste.
@tajanes said:
Funny, and I've never been given a speeding ticket warning either (as my wife has). Go figure...
I received a warning last Thanksgiving weekend - adaptive cruise control screwed me. Got behind a highway patrol on a 55mph road and followed him just fine until he started speeding up and slowing down. My Sorento did the same thing lol. He pulled me over and I explained what happened so he gave me the warning.
My first interaction with a LEO in 20+ years. Last ticket I got was when I still had my nasty hot rodded S10 pickup. I hit the on-ramp on the interstate and decided to put the hammer down and let the pipes sing. Got to around 90 at the bottom of the ramp and was immediately pulled over by the waiting highway patrol car. Made the guy laugh when I told him all I wanted to do was drive fast, but he said he had to ticket me anyways due to the speed I was going.
That was my last pull over. 2020, Covid had our shop split into two shifts. I was working late, got off at 10pm. It was dark, no other cars around, I hit the on ramp. As I merged onto the expressway, top of third, 90+ I let off. Just as that happened I see the headlights pop on from a bit ways back. I cruse, he rolls up to me, pulled over.
I was honest, he let me off.
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My experience: Basically you scare the crap out of yourself until the adrenal glands start pumpin. Then time slows and vision narrows until the only thing that exists anymore is what is coming into view and calculating what is likely ahead of that. No more conscious thought, your personality shuts off. You brain becomes a black hole sucking in as much existence as fast as possible. Your eyes, ears and touch are directly connected to the needed muscles. By that point it just comes down to how well you have trained as it is pretty much muscle memory completely taking over to control the bike. It is quite the experience.
Those guys in the TT race have not only honed that muscle memory to perfection, but I believe they have also mastered the skill of adrenaline control. Bringing their mind and body right to the bleeding edge of capability. Max breathing to support max blood flow to support max reflexes. Too much adrenaline and your body starts to shut down as it tries pushing your body past physical limits. You can only breath so hard. Your heart can only pump so fast. Folks familiar to real world combat call this the black zone I believe. It can put you straight into physiological shock. And that is why they gotta be hella healthy and in shape to reach those levels. Otherwise they black out or have a heart attack at 200+mph.
https://www.troublesomefest.com/
Any of you that are in the Denver area, I'll be playing this festival date with the Rebekah Meldrum band. It's a couple hours from Denver. Mountain jams and legal doobies! If any of you should end up there, hunt me down, introduce yourselves, and say hello. Glenn.
In case any of you are lucky enough to meet me, here is a little on how to communicate with a SoDak.
(Note: most of this applies only to my side of the state).
Would, Could, Should are all pronounced like "wood". Roof is pronounced the same way as hoof.
Aintcha is a word, as in "lucky SOB, aintcha?"
Didja is "did you" as in "Didja eat yet?" Also shortened to "Jaeatyet?" or even further to "jeetyet?"
There are no G's at the end of words as in "talkin, walkin" etc. Speaking of, those words are pronounced "tockin" and "wockin".
"You betcha" is an accepted answer to questions.
"Oofdah" is a minor expletive.
Imanagotodastore = "I am going to go to the store." Jawannagowith? = "Would you like to accompany me?"
It is a drinking fountain.
Creek is pronounced "crick". There are no streams in SoDak - there are only rivers and cricks. If someone from SoDak mentions "the river", though - they are referring to the Missouri River. We never call it by name. Ever. Similarly, if someone says "the hills" - they are referring to the Black Hills. We never say "Black Hills". Ever. We generally drop the "river" or "creek" when referring to these - as in "The Sioux" (formally known as The Big Sioux River) and "The Jim" (formally known as the James River).
There are two distinct geographical areas in SoDak - East River and West River. We prounounce them "Eas Triver and Wes Triver".
They are mountain lions, not cougars or pumas. If you live east of SoDak and there is a mountain lion sighting it is very high probability it came from our state. You are welcome.
If you are on the phone with a SoDak and that person says "Anyways" - it is time to end the call. If you do not end the call, you will get the classic midwestern passive aggressive "I'm gonna have ta letcha go". If you do not offer to end the phone call at that time, odds are it will be the last time for a while before a phone conversation happens again. We would rather talk in person than on the phone.
Hot dishes are made on the stove, casseroles are made in the oven. We grill out - not barbecue. Chislic is a delicacy.
"Beers in da fridge" is a perfectly acceptable greeting when someone shows up at your door. It is expected to show up with at least a six pack. We drink a lot of cheap beer in this area.
If someone says "I reckon" during a visit, they are indicating they wish to leave but we are too passive aggressive to say it outright. It then becomes incumbent on the host to end the visit, usually in a typically passive aggressive fashion such as "well, I suppose".
Sposeta is a word, it means "supposed to". Goda is a word, it means "go to". Shoulda, coulda, woulda are all words. Remember, we do not pronounce the L in those words. Dintcha is a word, it means "Didn't you". Woodencha is a word, it means "Wouldn't you". You get the picture.
Probly = probably
There are a lot more, of course, this is just somethin I come up with off da top of my head.
Oh - accordin to many, we tock very fast. Combine dat with are accent, and it can be hard to understand what I'm sayin, doncha know?
I think you meant "speakin' of".
Grew up a little north of you. Born in Fargo, grew up on the other side of the river in Moorhead. Besides some of the geographical references, most of this is very familiar language to me and brings back a lot of memories.
Oh yeah, Fargo up North there.
Can't believe I forgot - it is always up North, down South, out West, and back East.
So if someone says "take 29 up to Brookings than back to Lake Hendricks." keep that in mind.
I worked with a couple SoDaks in Nebraska, grew up in western IA and have lived at the border with Minnesota. There are lots of Minnesotaisms that bleed into the Dakotas and vice versa, but they don't travel south that well. In Iowa, A SoDak just sounds like most any Iowan who spent the last couple of weeks binging Fargo. Those cheeseheads though, eh, well, ya know...
I’ll be west River this weekend.
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I never go west of the river....good way to get shot in Rockford!
Here's one, telling time.
Here we say til or after, referring to the top of the hour. I work with a former NewYorker that was in MN before that. She says "of", relating to the top of the hour. Which direction is that?
One I hear all of the time on TV is "tour" pronounced with 1 syllable, as "torr". This word actually has 2 syllables, and is pronounced "too-er". I brought it up to the coworker, and she acted like I was crazy for thinking that.
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I lost my sh*t in the restaurant I frequent this evening because the trailer trash attitude of a new waitress there "serving" me made me blow-up. Got introduced to the owners and his family and got a hat out of the deal as a result - they actually liked the fact that I told them how to do their job and to get on it right now.
Englishman in New York feeling being a Canadian in the rural South today . . .
You Midwesterner's around here ain't all that bad, so far . . . .
How about you'ns git now, meaning you boys need to leave my presence right this moment, usually followed by a threat of a boot in your ass. Okeydokey, meaning affirmative, will do, all good etc. Pertineer, meaning almost, close, just about, as in, that durn, or dadgum reckin ( wrecking) ball pertineer clobbered his noggin! Glenn
Sounds like SoDak goes East as well. We use OkeyDokey here, anyways.
My Mother and her side of the family were from Missouri. They always pronounced the word "Wash" with an OR instead of an A. Like "I need to do the worsh" or "I'm gonna worsh my car".
Heh, sounds like Mel and John driving on highway 'Farty-Far'.
'Warsh' is prevalent around here, especially in Noble County. Then again, I've heard words from my in-laws I have never heard my parents say. 'Mowdocking' means speeding apparently, and there is plenty more where that came from. Never before heard an R in 'toilet' either. Yep, it's 'torlet'. My wife likes to joke that she can't tell whether her dad says Iowa or Ohio. Almost everyone over there says 'Rule' King instead of Rural, and 'Illinoiz' instead of Illinoy. Shouldn't it be 'Illinwah' anyway, from French?
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Makes me want take a drive to Misssippy via Lewisville, then on Luzeianna for a swait tay! Glenn
There is definitely a dialect gradient in the Midwest where the Scandinavian, especially Norwegian, immigrant influence is heavy. I'm unsure where the "worsh" phenomenon fits in. My Grandmother on Dad's side used that and she never lived outside Iowa and the family came direct from Germany.
https://washingtonpost.com/blogs/govbeat/wp/2013/12/02/what-dialect-to-do-you-speak-a-map-of-american-english/
Yes we like to add Rs in Missouri. I grew up in Tennessee so it doesn’t take long for me to slip into a more southern accent.
Dialect and accent are two different issues, but can be tied together (see Cajun). While the lines may be fuzzier than depicted here, it clearly shows why I claimed the Wisc folks differ from SoDaks.
First stogie in awhile, back to the basics. Arturo Fuentes 858 in Maduro wrapper
Speaking of accents, I find those in England fascinating;given it's such a small country compared to Oz and the USA, the differences are amazing. Even growing up either side of the Thames River makes a huge difference in accent and word usage.
Geoff
Many years ago I spent a week in Binghamton NY for work. The gal who worked the front desk had relocated from the Bronx. We spent a lot of hours chatting at night (it helped she was pretty good looking), and laughed at each others accents. I told her she sounded like Tony Soprano and she told me I sounded like I came straight from the movie Fargo. We got along great. I also got a book autographed by a reasonably famous karate instructor - this was back when I was peaking in my karate career. It was overall a good trip, the hotel had an agreement with a large gym right next door so I was able to workout, and I was able to train one night at that dojo.
Anyways, we pronounce "our" as "are" here.
A fun little 'blond' story. Years ago my wife (whom was working as an in-house attorney for a company in Indiana) had a business trip to Canada. The guys in the office asked if she would bring back a few boxes of Cuba Cigars- she said sure, no problem. As we know, these are contraband as to bringing into the old USofA.
At the airport, my wife was asked the standard question 'do you have anything to declare?' Her reply was 'just a couple boxes of Cuban Cigars' ...and the security person and her just laughed. No suitcase search required, and they actually were quite good.
On the flip side of that... about 6 months ago I had a business trip to OK City, OK. The ding dong TSA workers threw away my bottle of contact saline solution and a tube of Crest tooth paste.
Funny, and I've never been given a speeding ticket warning either (as my wife has). Go figure...
Looks like a fun trip, Nick.
Is that the White River? Looks a little low. Surprising given the amount of rain out West this year.
I received a warning last Thanksgiving weekend - adaptive cruise control screwed me. Got behind a highway patrol on a 55mph road and followed him just fine until he started speeding up and slowing down. My Sorento did the same thing lol. He pulled me over and I explained what happened so he gave me the warning.
My first interaction with a LEO in 20+ years. Last ticket I got was when I still had my nasty hot rodded S10 pickup. I hit the on-ramp on the interstate and decided to put the hammer down and let the pipes sing. Got to around 90 at the bottom of the ramp and was immediately pulled over by the waiting highway patrol car. Made the guy laugh when I told him all I wanted to do was drive fast, but he said he had to ticket me anyways due to the speed I was going.
That was my last pull over. 2020, Covid had our shop split into two shifts. I was working late, got off at 10pm. It was dark, no other cars around, I hit the on ramp. As I merged onto the expressway, top of third, 90+ I let off. Just as that happened I see the headlights pop on from a bit ways back. I cruse, he rolls up to me, pulled over.
I was honest, he let me off.