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How to Make Your Sales Letter Effective
People have been writing letters since time immemorial. Originally, letters where meant for exchanging personal notes to and from people of various distance. As time evolved, the letter has accumulated different interesting functions, and perhaps the most interesting function of all is its value in business. The prime example of letters used in business is the sales letter – a viable tool that opens your business to great expanses in ways that are different from other marketing channels.Because sales letters have been observed to be quite effective in a lot of businesses, many entrepreneurs have joined the letter-writing bandwagon and created their own sales letters. However, not all sales letters became as effective as their authors had hoped. These letters were often written haphazardly, without proper thought

Have You Stopped Beating Your Customer?
Have you stopped beating your customer?It's an old leading question from the days of vaudeville.The title of this article is a leading question, too. It's prompted by a mistake many businesses make over and over again.A company creates a product it believes will sell, and spends hundreds...thousands...even millions producing and trying to sell it. Only no one buys it, and the company wonders why.The answer is simple: People buy only products and services they believe they need. You cannot sell a product or service that isn't wanted.Yet companies persist in beating their potential customers to death with messages. Marketing people apply an arsenal of psychological weapons in an effort to arouse desire for their products. Often such weapons are used to prey upon people's fears. a perfect world I would have had a motor home behind me every step of the way, but this was not to be and I was on a limited budget.

I also had my trusty fishing rod and tackle which was more of a lucky charm then anything else, the weather was so bad usually at the end of the day the fishing was not very good. This brings me to the logistical side of being a self contained human powered recreational vehicle; unfortunately our backs can only carry so much weight. I carried a bowie knife, bic lighters as well as a survival tool and the bare minimum of bike tools, camelback, rain pants and jacket, 3 pairs of cycling shorts, 3 jerseys, 6 pairs of socks, tights, zip cargo pants 2 pairs of gloves, tent, sleeping bag, thermal rest, flip flops, flashlight, candles and my sidi cycling shoes. I couldn’t get anything in my backpack and there were many things I could and should have brought with me including stove, water purifier, bear repellent, cell or satellite phone, blackberry, Global positioning system unit, camera just to name a few important but heavy items. Transporting the essential components that ensure proper rest, shelter, food and water would be the only way that I could succeed in crossing Canada and it would be the defining theme through out my entire journey. Necessity is the Mother of invention and by the time I had ridden to Pembroke (150 km) I had devised a improvised rack which took some of the weight off my back.

This led to a number of improvements in the design thanks to the help of the Bike shops and Home Hardware’s along the way. Now I was able to focus on smooth efficient pedal strokes needed to push such tall gears (36-26-11, 7 speed), heavy Downhill bike, 3.0" Gazzalodi front, 2.6" Gazzalodi rear. My seat post allowed an almost perfect leg extension and I would find out in Portage Le Prairie the consequences of over extending a seat post while supporting a 60 pound pack. Imagine riding down the highway and all of a sudden you have no seat. It was like a reverse blind drop off and I’m standing in the middle the Prairies with a broken seat tower. I had come this far and I wasn’t about to let a mechanical failure end my trip.

At this point I thought I had seen every thing that could possibly happen to me, 40 days of rain, sleet, fog, snow, 15 below, broken frame and now while I was in Portage I noticed my left index finger which I cut making fires wasn’t healing properly. I discovered I needed antibiotics or I would die of a blood clot down the road somewhere. Throughout all of the hardships that plagued me on this trip there always seemed to be someone at the end of the day in most cases to help me. Whether it was to put a smile on my face, buy me dinner, pitch a tent on their property, sleep on a couch or weld my frame. One Christian family, who shared their home with me, gave me an address of a relative two weeks down the road for me to stay with for the night.

After riding over 3 thousand kilometres through some of the worst weather it was a momentous moment East of Calgary when I finally saw the mountains for the first time on this trip. And it gave me a boost of energy when I really needed it. Never listen to stranger’s directions when your life may depend on it. Traveling in a car takes an hour to drive a 100 kms and it takes a day on a bicycle. Planning ahead for a camp ground or even civilization proved to be a huge challenge every day and it was really hard to get the proper nutrition necessary to maintain such a high caloric output.

After resting in Calgary for a day the rains reached monsoon levels and had actually broken a hundred year flood record which threatened me with hypothermia two days in a row attempting the mountain pass to Canmore. The RCMP had a roadblock set up closing the Trans Canada as a result of over five feet of water. You would have thought that with all the rain that it might have cleaned away all the garbage that ignorant people throw out of their cars. Diapers and Tim Horton’s coffee cups among other things I won’t get into. Rarely was there a moment across this vast land that I did not smell or hear the presence of automobiles even in the remotest parts such as Rogers pass it was evident. I thought that I had escaped the wrath of the mountains until the second last day when my cockiness almost got the better of me on a 13% grade near Lillooet BC.

The one thing that surprised me the mos

nts that ensure proper rest, shelter, food and water would be the only way that I could succeed in crossing Canada and it would be the defining theme through out my entire journey. Necessity is the Mother of invention and by the time I had ridden to Pembroke (150 km) I had devised a improvised rack which took some of the weight off my back.

This led to a number of improvements in the design thanks to the help of the Bike shops and Home Hardware’s along the way. Now I was able to focus on smooth efficient pedal strokes needed to push such tall gears (36-26-11, 7 speed), heavy Downhill bike, 3.0" Gazzalodi front, 2.6" Gazzalodi rear. My seat post allowed an almost perfect leg extension and I would find out in Portage Le Prairie the consequences of over extending a seat post while supporting a 60 pound pack. Imagine riding down the highway and all of a sudden you have no seat. It was like a reverse blind drop off and I’m standing in the middle the Prairies with a broken seat tower. I had come this far and I wasn’t about to let a mechanical failure end my trip.

At this point I thought I had seen every thing that could possibly happen to me, 40 days of rain, sleet, fog, snow, 15 below, broken frame and now while I was in Portage I noticed my left index finger which I cut making fires wasn’t healing properly. I discovered I needed antibiotics or I would die of a blood clot down the road somewhere. Throughout all of the hardships that plagued me on this trip there always seemed to be someone at the end of the day in most cases to help me. Whether it was to put a smile on my face, buy me dinner, pitch a tent on their property, sleep on a couch or weld my frame. One Christian family, who shared their home with me, gave me an address of a relative two weeks down the road for me to stay with for the night.

After riding over 3 thousand kilometres through some of the worst weather it was a momentous moment East of Calgary when I finally saw the mountains for the first time on this trip. And it gave me a boost of energy when I really needed it. Never listen to stranger’s directions when your life may depend on it. Traveling in a car takes an hour to drive a 100 kms and it takes a day on a bicycle. Planning ahead for a camp ground or even civilization proved to be a huge challenge every day and it was really hard to get the proper nutrition necessary to maintain such a high caloric output.

After resting in Calgary for a day the rains reached monsoon levels and had actually broken a hundred year flood record which threatened me with hypothermia two days in a row attempting the mountain pass to Canmore. The RCMP had a roadblock set up closing the Trans Canada as a result of over five feet of water. You would have thought that with all the rain that it might have cleaned away all the garbage that ignorant people throw out of their cars. Diapers and Tim Horton’s coffee cups among other things I won’t get into. Rarely was there a moment across this vast land that I did not smell or hear the presence of automobiles even in the remotest parts such as Rogers pass it was evident. I thought that I had escaped the wrath of the mountains until the second last day when my cockiness almost got the better of me on a 13% grade near Lillooet BC.

The one thing that surprised me the mos

seen every thing that could possibly happen to me, 40 days of rain, sleet, fog, snow, 15 below, broken frame and now while I was in Portage I noticed my left index finger which I cut making fires wasn’t healing properly. I discovered I needed antibiotics or I would die of a blood clot down the road somewhere. Throughout all of the hardships that plagued me on this trip there always seemed to be someone at the end of the day in most cases to help me. Whether it was to put a smile on my face, buy me dinner, pitch a tent on their property, sleep on a couch or weld my frame. One Christian family, who shared their home with me, gave me an address of a relative two weeks down the road for me to stay with for the night.

After riding over 3 thousand kilometres through some of the worst weather it was a momentous moment East of Calgary when I finally saw the mountains for the first time on this trip. And it gave me a boost of energy when I really needed it. Never listen to stranger’s directions when your life may depend on it. Traveling in a car takes an hour to drive a 100 kms and it takes a day on a bicycle. Planning ahead for a camp ground or even civilization proved to be a huge challenge every day and it was really hard to get the proper nutrition necessary to maintain such a high caloric output.

After resting in Calgary for a day the rains reached monsoon levels and had actually broken a hundred year flood record which threatened me with hypothermia two days in a row attempting the mountain pass to Canmore. The RCMP had a roadblock set up closing the Trans Canada as a result of over five feet of water. You would have thought that with all the rain that it might have cleaned away all the garbage that ignorant people throw out of their cars. Diapers and Tim Horton’s coffee cups among other things I won’t get into. Rarely was there a moment across this vast land that I did not smell or hear the presence of automobiles even in the remotest parts such as Rogers pass it was evident. I thought that I had escaped the wrath of the mountains until the second last day when my cockiness almost got the better of me on a 13% grade near Lillooet BC.

The one thing that surprised me the mos

a bicycle. Planning ahead for a camp ground or even civilization proved to be a huge challenge every day and it was really hard to get the proper nutrition necessary to maintain such a high caloric output.

After resting in Calgary for a day the rains reached monsoon levels and had actually broken a hundred year flood record which threatened me with hypothermia two days in a row attempting the mountain pass to Canmore. The RCMP had a roadblock set up closing the Trans Canada as a result of over five feet of water. You would have thought that with all the rain that it might have cleaned away all the garbage that ignorant people throw out of their cars. Diapers and Tim Horton’s coffee cups among other things I won’t get into. Rarely was there a moment across this vast land that I did not smell or hear the presence of automobiles even in the remotest parts such as Rogers pass it was evident. I thought that I had escaped the wrath of the mountains until the second last day when my cockiness almost got the better of me on a 13% grade near Lillooet BC.

The one thing that surprised me the most was only seeing four cyclists the entire trip across Canada on my side of the rode going west. As cyclists we are vastly out numbered on the roads, and considering that cycling is the most energy efficient means of transportation it is shamefully under utilized as well. Cyclists need to band together for the betterment of cycling. I look forward to new innovations which will make cycling even more efficient and accessible for more people to enjoy. In the 30 plus years that I have been cycling there have been many improvements to the design of the bicycle, and there is plenty of room for improvement which makes it that much more exciting. A couple of areas which need an overhaul are chain and sprocket drive train, to be replaced by a belt drive maybe and a lighter electric assist unit for bicycles would allow the masses an easier commute and no more flat tires would be nice. If a person can ride a 47 pound downhill bike 100 kilometers a day across Canada then surely people can reduce automobile use for shorter distances. Keep your wheels between the ditches.