Thought patterns ...
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There's a seperation from the analysis/execution phase.
After being fortunate enuf to hit dead stroke, afterwards I've been asked about such and such shot or complemented on this or that, but I can't recall most of what they're saying. Short term memory must have switched off or something.
It may have something to do with the reward mechanism. Dopamine hit after successful execution. I don't get that. Check the ego at the door. There isn't much emotion involved in my playing while in flow state. That, I did notice.
No chem reward that would require an inner emotive response of my conscious mind.
Players want to pat themselves on the back for a shot well made. Job well done. I noticed a complete and total absence of this while in the zone. That part of my mind was silenced, and I'm the guy rubbing ointment on my aching shoulder from patting myself on the back too often.
I was into Snake/Mongoose. The Garlits, Prudhomme rivalry. Socks and Martin slipped my mind. Shame on me. Always like the short stroke for builds. That engine was the bomb.
Should have left that 340 alone, but what kid in the 70s ever left their engine alone??
IINM a Tesla would blow the whole Superstock division. Dangerous world.I was into Snake/Mongoose. The Garlits, Prudhomme rivalry. Socks and Martin slipped my mind. Shame on me. Always like the short stroke for builds. That engine was the bomb.
Should have left that 340 alone, but what kid in the 70s ever left their engine alone??
I was into Snake/Mongoose. The Garlits, Prudhomme rivalry. Socks and Martin slipped my mind. Shame on me. Always like the short stroke for builds. That engine was the bomb.
Should have left that 340 alone, but what kid in the 70s ever left their engine alone??
The 289 Ford had the shortest stroke to bore ratio in my manual, 2.87 to 4.0 according to decades old memory. The 302 Chevy was next shortest. Two engines of legendary prowess. I couldn't get away from a few more cubic inches and was fond of the 327 Chevy, another short stroke engine, not quite as short stroked as the first two though since all three had four inch bores. I brought things back in line a bit by punching out the 327 .030. Popular opinion was that it wouldn't stand a bigger overbore for sustained use.
About flow and the zone, they aren't the same thing. Flow is nice, the zone is far nicer! You can have flow without having the wild amount of information coming in that you get with the zone or the ability to sort and process that information.
Firing about three shots a second the noise seems near continuous and I had hearing difficulties since at least early childhood. While in a competition run two men I knew were talking about a pistol issue one was having. After the run was over I walked back and told them how to fix it without having them repeat anything. They were amazed how anyone could hear them talking in normal voices during a run.
Their conversation was of no use to me during the run and I discarded it for the moment without it interrupting the information that did help frame my run. However, I heard and remembered. Similar things happened many times, seeming impossible but proven true.
Sounds a bit like some of the hippie terminology but sometimes I could feel my senses expanding as I entered the zone. I didn't need greater hearing or smell but all five of my common senses expanded, just the way the zone worked. All inputs increased many times over, I didn't get to select which ones did.
I would much like to understand what is going on when we are in the zone. I have to admit that I have heard and read so many wrong explanations that I wouldn't trust anything somebody said or wrote even if they were right.
Hu
If I make an extremely nice shot, my internal dialog is to the effect of, " if I don't get all the way out that shot didn't happen." Celebration of a single shot mentally can be fatal.
I know from experience.
Okay more old fart memories triggered. There was a time when I worked with a young man that had access to a machine shop and built small block Chevy engines. His family dominated the short track weekend races. One of his project cars was a bucket T that weighed not much more than just the 327 engine. He also had a 57 Chevy 4 wheel drive pick up with a built small block. His demonstration ride in the bucket t had us skipping and almost sideways at 60 mph on the narrow 2 way road adjacent the airport. My butt was puckered and my knuckles were definitely white. Then came the Friday night ride in the rolling hills with the pick up. After work and Beer. 3 in the cab with me in the middle. The rolling hills had several nice climbs with one that was so extreme that only motorcycles had made it to the top. Shaped like a bowl with the last straight up for about the length of the truck. So of course Cooper had a run at it. When we got to straight up he let his foot out of it and we rolled back to the bottom, all smiles. Well I recalled the bucket T ride and the devil in me led to, "Wow Coop, you almost made it. Let's try again." Of course we did ! So with me in the middle and one hand on the high crown 57 dash and the other against the lid. When we got to the straight up point where he had lifted his foot the first try, I put my left foot on top of his and pressed it to the floor.I was into Snake/Mongoose. The Garlits, Prudhomme rivalry. Socks and Martin slipped my mind. Shame on me. Always like the short stroke for builds. That engine was the bomb.
Should have left that 340 alone, but what kid in the 70s ever left their engine alone??
Fortunately the front wheels in the old 4 wheel drive turn slightly faster than the rear. So the front tires contacting first each time we bounced from contact made the climb possible. Well that and a 327 tacked to 7 grand made it to the top. Oh yeah blew the exhaust headers off too.
At the top Cooper and I were both giggles. Our workmate however opened the passenger door and puked.
We took it nice and easy on the trip back to the shop. Where we had more beer.
Having My Mind Right has always been my key to success. Well Survival is success in my book. I have my wilderness survival creds. First of 500 in 1 week training. 3 groups so 2nd week flight for me.
Ooops drifting down memory lane.
My on the table performance was best when I felt good about who I was and what I was doing.
Kinda comes under Religion or religious adhesion to principles.
Makes it easier to focus on the task at hand. Shrug
Training for fitness is my 1 hour a day on the table stretch and flex program.
A Sekf Rightchous attitude carries Powe er. Control of the power starts with self then the cueball.
Willie hoppe only got 1 ball for how long? And oh yeah he said, "look at whitey when you whack it."
Uh oh for the giggle in the back row. Not that!!! whack off. Sheesh
I have my wilderness survival creds. First of 500 in 1 week training. 3 groups so 2nd week flight for me.Ooops drifting down memory lane.
My on the table performance was best when I felt good about who I was and what I was doing.
Kinda comes under Religion or religious adhesion to principles.
Makes it easier to focus on the task at hand. Shrug
Training for fitness is my 1 hour a day on the table stretch and flex program.
A Sekf Rightchous attitude carries Powe er. Control of the power starts with self then the cueball.
Willie hoppe only got 1 ball for how long? And oh yeah he said, "look at whitey when you whack it."
Uh oh for the giggle in the back row. Not that!!! whack off. Sheesh
Oh wow!!!! Deja view all over Again.
We definitely on the same vibe or uh is it waves.
Control of speed to spin.
Gotta have The horsepower.
Gotta have The fine control providers being the fingers.
Major to minor in progress from stance at survey to ready shoot aim er uh Oops. Shame it's Aim Shoot.
Gotta have The horsepower.
Gotta have The fine control providers being the fingers.
Major to minor in progress from stance at survey to ready shoot aim er uh Oops. Shame it's Aim Shoot.
Doesn't matter.Oh wow!!!! Deja view all over Again.
We definitely on the same vibe or uh is it waves.
Ride it however you see fit.
Scary. But not as much fun tho.
I always thot a flow state was the same thing. Thanks for another perspective. You know more about engines Hu, no question about it.
I was partial to Mopar bcuz of my brother. Deep roots, dontcha know.
I kept building that 340 until I blew it. Too much carb, heads too thin, cam too big, wrong lifters, stall speed kept blowing u joints, shall I go on??
Your social status was determined in part by your car in my area back then. The hierarchy at Earth City and Gateway. Luxury models need not apply. This was working man's turf. Realized too late I wasn't any good at it. Coulda saved a lot of 'bread.'
Control of speed to spin.
Gotta have The horsepower.
Gotta have The fine control providers being the fingers.
Major to minor in progress from stance at survey to ready shoot aim er uh Oops. Shame it's Aim Shoot.
I wouldn't know. Never been in either.Scary. But not as much fun tho.
I feel for you brother.
Well I used to drive a v6 accord.
I always thot a flow state was the same thing. Thanks for another perspective. You know more about engines Hu, no question about it.
I was partial to Mopar bcuz of my brother. Deep roots, dontcha know.
I kept building that 340 until I blew it. Too much carb, heads too thin, cam too big, wrong lifters, stall speed kept blowing u joints, shall I go on??
Your social status was determined in part by your car in my area back then. The hierarchy at Earth City and Gateway. Luxury models need not apply. This was working man's turf. Realized too late I wasn't any good at it. Coulda saved a lot of 'bread.'
The 340 was a good engine. Light, made a lot of horsepower. The bad side of that was that sidewalls on the block broke easily. In the early seventies there was an optional cam you could get in some models. I think it might have been the Plymouth version of the Dart a friend had. Four barrel, optional CAM. He thought he could outrun a raggedy looking old Mustang, he was wrong!
Chrysler had a kit car program about that time too. Buy the car in any state of completion from bare chassis to put the radiator cap on best I recall. This was a NASCAR legal circle track car.
Pete Hamilton came to the Pepsi two or three hundred at Jackson Mississippi with the demo car. It still had a passenger seat in it! He was running close to the front but not leading. I think he went out with engine trouble, almost certain he went out early. We were having our own issues and it was 120 degrees six feet in the air in the pits! The kit cars ran good but they weren't winning. At least not consistently or in the bigger events. Might not have been mechanical faults though.
Our car had issues the day before and we had caught almost no sleep, don't remember if I got in a shower! I would put a leg on either side of the inside pit wall and tell somebody to wake me up in 35 laps or a wreck. I was going over the wall with the right front best I recall. We could run about forty laps most runs after that it was mostly fumes and imagination!
We ended up down eight laps from the problems the first day. We made up two laps on the track, two in the pits which I was pretty proud of. Pete's crew there, Richard Petty's, a few more of the crews I watched most Sundays. Some big names driving but some crews were supporting a member of the crew driving that event.
One of the funnier things, Bob, a man from Michigan lost his engine with no spare. A long drive home so he managed to buy an engine off of Freddy Fryer best I recall. The big laugh was that Freddy had to show him where the leaker valve was for testing. Seemed Freddy was running a 302 and toting a 377 spare!
More sidetracking, when I went off with my own team it was about the time crew chiefs changed too. They painted a new sign on the hood, 302CI Sometimes
I asked the crew chief, "Clay, how many times a week are y'all changing engines?" "Two, sometimes three times a week!" We did have the car set up to change an engine in under forty minutes. Jr Johnson was changing an engine in 20 minutes.
Bending the rules was part of circle tracking. Oddly enough I never broke the rules with my own car although I bent them pretty badly! Other cars I worked on, the only rule was don't get caught! I have to admit imageneering was fun!
Hu
If I make an extremely nice shot, my internal dialog is to the effect of, " if I don't get all the way out that shot didn't happen." Celebration of a single shot mentally can be fatal.
This cost me a bunch of games and matches when I was young. All of the feel good natural drugs and chemicals wreck all of the things you need to keep going. Celebrating early, at least internally, cost me a ton of victories.
I used to be able to bear down and make almost any shot, then miss the easy duck I set up for right behind it!
Hu
That explains where the "shit for brains" may have originated. I still know a lot of people who you would guess their brains are in their asses.Interesting article about the brain that may apply to this thread. I knew different sections of the brain were responsible for different things but this carries that concept a whole lot further.
This article claims the front and rear brains started out as two different organs, maybe not even in the same area of the body.
That tracks with what I saw helping someone clean an alligator. The alligator was still fighting minutes after the head was removed. One stab just in front of the hind legs and it went limp! Incidentally, alligator sauce piquant made by a Cajun lady that knows how is a dish straight from heaven!
Hu
Human brain is actually two separate organs, scientists find
The Stanford University breakthrough stands to open new doors for research into fatal neurodegenerative diseaseswww.the-independent.com