it. So, I went to Iowa to, to track the Trans Iowa and meet Guitar Ted. And this a little bit of what occurred. Hawkeye , Iowa, population 489. At Trinity Lutheran Church, the sign announces that at 8 am, just six hours from now, Pastor Mike Horn will deliver a sermon entitled, 'Safein God's Hands.' A spooky moon shines down. I am not wearing pants. Leaning into the passenger side door, I rummage around inside the red Pretender, my rented Pontiac pseudo sports
"Civil War" takes your heroes and pits them against each other in a fight. So Hawkeye losing his family at the beginning-- I've got four kids.
You've been on tour for 10, 11 years-- do you feel an impact of technology at all? So we all know Hawkeye , rackets, Wii Play, stats, so anything that really changed for you? Definitely, I think that technology changed the game so much.
But yeah, it did change a lot. And obviously Hawkeye is a big part, too. Do you feel the games getting more and more similar, between the different surfaces, is that---?
And you still got smart punning in some pop culture. Think of "MASH" and Hawkeye Pierce-- Alan Alda as Hawkeye Pierce. Just brilliant punning back and forth, back and forth, again, for purposes of subversion.
It turns out Vice President Xi is keen to revive old connections and meet with friends he made when he spent some time in Iowa 27 years ago. He visited the Hawkeye State as part of an agricultural delegation from the Northeastern Hubei province in 1985. Vice President Xi spent two nights in the home of an American family, toured farms, and even watched a baseball game.
into the middle of the lawn across the street. A woman jumped out and sprinted inside the house. She left the driver's side door open. She left the country radio station on, blaring. The latest Nashville hits now pound through Hawkeye 's half dozen comatose streets. First, I expect the cops to come. Then I realize there probably aren't any. Ten yards away, a man called Guitar Ted leans against his car, a blue, beat to shit Honda. He's drinking Red Bull, talking. Since 4 o'clock the previous morning, I followed Guitar Ted down hundreds
guaranteed a bar fight at 2 am in any one of ooh, light,' Guitar Ted points down the deserted road, past the pickup truck. A tiny, blinking, white speck wobbles just beyond the weak penumbra of one of Hawkeye 's few streetlights. Ira Ryan, a bony shard of a man in a red windbreaker and Lycra tights, takes shape out of the gloom, canted forward over the handlebars of gunmetal, gray bike he welded together himself. Ira is a 30 year old native Iowan, a professional custom bike frame builder, a cycling zealot, and by virtue
I am. And this is personally important to me because my husband's in the audience, and he's from Iowa as well. So shout out to the Hawkeyes . ,, go Hawks. You have two daughters.
So it sounded like you took advantage of everything that you had. What about when you were a coach for the Hawkeyes and your wrestlers were training to become Olympic athletes, NCAA champions? How would you help them surround themselves with the right people?
of phantom cows and ghostly rival cyclists and split seconds of lost consciousness. At this point, Ira has ridden over 200 miles with no sleep; the brain chemistry gets a little dicey. As Ira's flashing taillight fades into the darkness at Hawkeye 's far end, I, likewise, feel delirium setting in. Of course, delirium is the Trans Iowa's point." So, I'll let you all discover the rest of the glory of the Trans Iowa, if you so desire.
and then continued as Team USA wrestling coach, coaching eight medalists, four of which were gold. Dan also became the head coach of the University of Iowa, leading the Hawkeyes to 15 NCAA championships, crowning 45 champions and 152 All-Americans. At one point, almost every single wrestler who won the NCAA championships during one year was one of Dan's.
one of the first combatant ships to have a gender-integrated crew in the '80s after 6015 was modified. And additionally, in 2012, the Navy's first all-women E-2C Hawkeye crew flew a combat mission from the USS Vincent. They were members of Carrier Airborne Early Warning Squadron 125, which was embarked on the carrier.
car, fighting the entropic storm of granola bar wrappers, empty soda cans, separating gas station coffee cups, crumpled clothes, and dried yellow-tan mud. I find my thermal long johns, hop around on the cold gravel as I pull them on, then step into car hard cargo pants and hiking boots crusty with grime. The good people of Hawkeye can now rest easy; not that local sensibility seemed too delicate. Ten minutes before, a pickup truck lumbered around the corner at the tell-tale pace of a DUI dodger and bumbled over the curb and
The previous year, rain turned the course into a mud sluice and not a single contestant finished. Still, about 60 riders started Trans Iowa version three at 4 o'clock yesterday morning. At least a few of them are still alive and on course. In Hawkeye , Guitar Ted and I hope to catch sight of the leader, a rider named Ira Ryan. 'You're pretty much guaranteed a bar fight at 2 am in any one of ooh, light,' Guitar Ted points down the deserted road, past the pickup truck. A tiny, blinking, white speck wobbles just beyond
of winning the first and only completed Trans Iowa back in 2005, the events current defending champion. As he blows past us, Ira crushes his petal with an automatic remorselessness, steering by glazed stare. Later, he doesn't remember much about this scene. Hawkeye itself, he recalls, is a smudge in the periphery, indistinguishable amid visual hallucinations of phantom cows and ghostly rival cyclists and split seconds of lost consciousness. At this point, Ira has ridden over 200 miles with no sleep; the brain chemistry gets a