[I:http://testblog2.kathypop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/AlCase7.gif]I doubt whether most martial arts training halls, be they Goju Ryu or Mixed Martial Arts or Jujitsu or whatever, have ever had a crazy guy in their school like Mud Car. We called him Mud Car because that\’s what his license plates on his automobile stated. That vehicle, more than just about anything else, told the story of Mud Car.
He had strung parachute webbing across the insides of his car because he felt that parachute webbing was best for holding his car together on the inside. He had fire extinguishers clamped throughout his car. He had a switch on his dashboard to give extra power to his tail lights, and he clicked it whenever he faced away from the sun so that people behind him could see when he braked.
This was all surface stuff, though. The most impressive thing that Mud Car did was memorize the times of all the traffic lights in San Jose. He could traverse that large town without ever hitting a stop light.
Unfortunately, when it came to Karate, he was just as crazy. He couldn\’t stretch, couldn\’t control his body, and, because he had no control, it hurt to work with him. Just being around him you could feel the sparks in his mind shooting into the cosmos.
One day he interrupted the instructor to complain about a pain in his leg. \”It doesn\’t hurt me that much, but it keeps nagging at me, do you know how to make the pain in my leg go away?\” My instructor looked at me with murder in his eyes, I suppose he didn\’t want to look at Mud Car because he would kill him, and he blurted, \”Hit your leg with a lead pipe…that\’ll make the pain go away.\”
I suppose the ability to drive other people crazy is the deciding factor in this matter of whether a person is insane or not. At any rate, Mud Car never made it to Black Belt. He just didn\’t have the mental maturity that denotes a black belt.
One day, however, a new sensei took over the training hall, and Mud Car was promoted to Black Belt within a short time…and then he left the training hall. He had gotten what he wanted, and the new instructor knew that was the best and most efficient way to get rid of Mud Car. But the truth is…I missed Mud Car.
He was nuts, but so is the guy who goes after you on the mean streets, so if you could last a session with Mud Car without getting hurt, you knew your art was working. Furthermore, there was a shift of standard here, for Mud Car had been promoted to black belt because he could drive people nuts, not because he was a competent martial artist. Finally, I think that is where the True Art started disappearing from the martial arts training halls of America…schools, even dojos like classical hung gar or Parker Kenpo or classical Aikido, did not administer soothing discipline to the insane, they just promoted them to get rid of them.
If you want to go crazy through the martial arts…drop on by Punch \’Em Out. If you want to go sane through the martial arts…try Monster Martial Arts. 2
[I:http://testblog2.kathypop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/AlCase7.gif]I doubt whether most martial arts training halls, be they Goju Ryu or Mixed Martial Arts or Jujitsu or whatever, have ever had a crazy guy in their school like Mud Car. We called him Mud Car because that\’s what his license plates on his automobile stated. That vehicle, more than just about anything else, told the story of Mud Car.
He had strung parachute webbing across the insides of his car because he felt that parachute webbing was best for holding his car together on the inside. He had fire extinguishers clamped throughout his car. He had a switch on his dashboard to give extra power to his tail lights, and he clicked it whenever he faced away from the sun so that people behind him could see when he braked.
This was all surface stuff, though. The most impressive thing that Mud Car did was memorize the times of all the traffic lights in San Jose. He could traverse that large town without ever hitting a stop light.
Unfortunately, when it came to Karate, he was just as crazy. He couldn\’t stretch, couldn\’t control his body, and, because he had no control, it hurt to work with him. Just being around him you could feel the sparks in his mind shooting into the cosmos.
One day he interrupted the instructor to complain about a pain in his leg. \”It doesn\’t hurt me that much, but it keeps nagging at me, do you know how to make the pain in my leg go away?\” My instructor looked at me with murder in his eyes, I suppose he didn\’t want to look at Mud Car because he would kill him, and he blurted, \”Hit your leg with a lead pipe…that\’ll make the pain go away.\”
I suppose the ability to drive other people crazy is the deciding factor in this matter of whether a person is insane or not. At any rate, Mud Car never made it to Black Belt. He just didn\’t have the mental maturity that denotes a black belt.
One day, however, a new sensei took over the training hall, and Mud Car was promoted to Black Belt within a short time…and then he left the training hall. He had gotten what he wanted, and the new instructor knew that was the best and most efficient way to get rid of Mud Car. But the truth is…I missed Mud Car.
He was nuts, but so is the guy who goes after you on the mean streets, so if you could last a session with Mud Car without getting hurt, you knew your art was working. Furthermore, there was a shift of standard here, for Mud Car had been promoted to black belt because he could drive people nuts, not because he was a competent martial artist. Finally, I think that is where the True Art started disappearing from the martial arts training halls of America…schools, even dojos like classical hung gar or Parker Kenpo or classical Aikido, did not administer soothing discipline to the insane, they just promoted them to get rid of them.
If you want to go crazy through the martial arts…drop on by Punch \’Em Out. If you want to go sane through the martial arts…try Monster Martial Arts. 2
[I:http://testblog2.kathypop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/AlCase7.gif]I doubt whether most martial arts training halls, be they Goju Ryu or Mixed Martial Arts or Jujitsu or whatever, have ever had a crazy guy in their school like Mud Car. We called him Mud Car because that\’s what his license plates on his automobile stated. That vehicle, more than just about anything else, told the story of Mud Car.
He had strung parachute webbing across the insides of his car because he felt that parachute webbing was best for holding his car together on the inside. He had fire extinguishers clamped throughout his car. He had a switch on his dashboard to give extra power to his tail lights, and he clicked it whenever he faced away from the sun so that people behind him could see when he braked.
This was all surface stuff, though. The most impressive thing that Mud Car did was memorize the times of all the traffic lights in San Jose. He could traverse that large town without ever hitting a stop light.
Unfortunately, when it came to Karate, he was just as crazy. He couldn\’t stretch, couldn\’t control his body, and, because he had no control, it hurt to work with him. Just being around him you could feel the sparks in his mind shooting into the cosmos.
One day he interrupted the instructor to complain about a pain in his leg. \”It doesn\’t hurt me that much, but it keeps nagging at me, do you know how to make the pain in my leg go away?\” My instructor looked at me with murder in his eyes, I suppose he didn\’t want to look at Mud Car because he would kill him, and he blurted, \”Hit your leg with a lead pipe…that\’ll make the pain go away.\”
I suppose the ability to drive other people crazy is the deciding factor in this matter of whether a person is insane or not. At any rate, Mud Car never made it to Black Belt. He just didn\’t have the mental maturity that denotes a black belt.
One day, however, a new sensei took over the training hall, and Mud Car was promoted to Black Belt within a short time…and then he left the training hall. He had gotten what he wanted, and the new instructor knew that was the best and most efficient way to get rid of Mud Car. But the truth is…I missed Mud Car.
He was nuts, but so is the guy who goes after you on the mean streets, so if you could last a session with Mud Car without getting hurt, you knew your art was working. Furthermore, there was a shift of standard here, for Mud Car had been promoted to black belt because he could drive people nuts, not because he was a competent martial artist. Finally, I think that is where the True Art started disappearing from the martial arts training halls of America…schools, even dojos like classical hung gar or Parker Kenpo or classical Aikido, did not administer soothing discipline to the insane, they just promoted them to get rid of them.
If you want to go crazy through the martial arts…drop on by Punch \’Em Out. If you want to go sane through the martial arts…try Monster Martial Arts. 2
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