Mitsuru and Yoshifumi, two men from antiquity who were gentlemen. As a quarrel d eveloped between them, and being egged on by their cohorts, they decided to go t o war. As their armies lined up, and their men steeled themselves, official decl arations of war where exchanged. Either party thought to himself, "the entire pr upose of this fiasco was to match our skill." Thus, messages where exchanged regarding the entire purpose of this war. It was agreed that they should leave their men out of it, and simply face each other. T hey rode out on their horses, and galloped ahead on a collision course. This was before Japanese sword smithing had equipped warriors with swords, so this conte st was held with bows. Each took aim at the other, and let their arrows fly. Three passes later, and neither had been hit. On the fourth pass, either one dod ged the arrows directed at him with skill and grace. They spoke, and agreed that since this contest was to match wits and will, it should end with that last exc hange. And so, each had found a life long friend to confide in. I know exactly what that is like. My friend, David, the story is similar to how we met. Not on a field of battle, that would be a bit trite. We met on a sunday like any other, just two men looking for a challenge. He showed me a wheel, and I must admit, I thought to myself, "game on son!" At the end of the run, I understood he was not someone to take lightly. He still isn't. I hope he saw me as a worthy opponent as well. Fast forward a bit to our track day last year. I still think I wasn't feeling it that day, but he beat me fair and square. With a bit of luck, we'll have the rematch in December, and I can't wait!
