What Did You Do Today? What are you doing today?

swiftdog2.0 said:

I've had the Bit**n' Camaro up to 110 once. Plenty of room to go after that as well. It was late and no one was around. Roads in MA are typically too congested to sustain that speed.

I did a pretty consistent 110 through a good stretch of NH on 95 North in my 2004 GTO on my way to a buddy's wedding in 2005. That was back in my younger and dumber days. NH State Police have zero sense of humour when it comes to speeding. I was lucky I didn't get busted as it would have been straight to the pound for SwiftDog!

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Neesy said:

Hi Frank
I hope you know I was just kidding about getting her address?!

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GNTLGNT said:

...used th have a Monte Carlo SS....speedo only went to 80, but when I pegged it-let's say it was quite some time before the needle fell back off the max mark.....

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DiO'Bolic said:

I hit 60 mph once in my '60 Corvair... going down Suicide Hill.

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danie said:

Okay, I get it now. Would I be allowed to race the police officer?

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danie said:

I can fly on the country back roads here, and the curves make it that much more fun. However, on the Interstate, and in the city, I have to watch it.

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Grandpa said:

There was no better therapy than taking the two-wheeler up to the mountain roads when the tourists aren't choking them up and carving the curves.





On another note:

The travelogue narrative tends to stop for the trip home.

Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate the ability in our world of being able to travel halfway around the globe with reasonable speed, safety, and...

I was about to say "comfort." Hm. Let's ponder that.

Now, you can have comfortable long air trips. But they're reserved for the constant fliers and/or the ones with money to spare for a flight time of relative pampering and/or those who are sponsored by generous and thoughtful people. Bottom line for actual air travel comfort: I'm talking the business/first class experience.

My flights are fairly frequent but not constant, so while I'm able to enjoy some perks out of that frequency, the holy grail of business/first is usually out of my grasp. As great as that section of the plane is, paying an additional thousand or two takes it off the cost-benefit curve for me. As for generous and thoughtful sponsors... well, usually not, but it has happened. And when it does, it's glorious.

So no, a bus ride in the air doesn't provide much of an interesting tale. I took off from Taipei in the morning, flew through a night cycle with little or no sleep in a fairly upright position, and landed in the States, from a calendar perspective, several hours earlier than I'd taken off. While on the flight, I was served a couple meals that didn't quite suck and a late-"night" snack that tasted like punishment. The bathroom experience was what you'd expect in a sealed metal tube containing a few hundred people. It can't be built for luxury, but it got the job done, as long as you didn't have to go too bad while the occasional turbulence was happening.

One thing stood out for this flight (other than the sweaty mad dash at the connection). Usually the social experience on a plane is like what George Carlin described on an elevator where you're with other people with whom you mostly studiously avoid talking to. This one was different, with a young wife, her husband sitting on the other side, who wanted to know what I was doing, what my job was, and shared her own life and work with equal enthusiasm. It was a nice change from the usual.

So now having returned from a fairly arduous week of doing my job, working through the weekend, and having precious little time for seeing the sights of a new (to me) foreign country, it's time to kick back for a couple days and...

Oh, wait. There's that 7:00 a.m. assignment tomorrow. Ah, well. It's work.

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Grandpa said:

There was no better therapy than taking the two-wheeler up to the mountain roads when the tourists aren't choking them up and carving the curves.





On another note:

The travelogue narrative tends to stop for the trip home.

Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate the ability in our world of being able to travel halfway around the globe with reasonable speed, safety, and...

I was about to say "comfort." Hm. Let's ponder that.

Now, you can have comfortable long air trips. But they're reserved for the constant fliers and/or the ones with money to spare for a flight time of relative pampering and/or those who are sponsored by generous and thoughtful people. Bottom line for actual air travel comfort: I'm talking the business/first class experience.

My flights are fairly frequent but not constant, so while I'm able to enjoy some perks out of that frequency, the holy grail of business/first is usually out of my grasp. As great as that section of the plane is, paying an additional thousand or two takes it off the cost-benefit curve for me. As for generous and thoughtful sponsors... well, usually not, but it has happened. And when it does, it's glorious.

So no, a bus ride in the air doesn't provide much of an interesting tale. I took off from Taipei in the morning, flew through a night cycle with little or no sleep in a fairly upright position, and landed in the States, from a calendar perspective, several hours earlier than I'd taken off. While on the flight, I was served a couple meals that didn't quite suck and a late-"night" snack that tasted like punishment. The bathroom experience was what you'd expect in a sealed metal tube containing a few hundred people. It can't be built for luxury, but it got the job done, as long as you didn't have to go too bad while the occasional turbulence was happening.

One thing stood out for this flight (other than the sweaty mad dash at the connection). Usually the social experience on a plane is like what George Carlin described on an elevator where you're with other people with whom you mostly studiously avoid talking to. This one was different, with a young wife, her husband sitting on the other side, who wanted to know what I was doing, what my job was, and shared her own life and work with equal enthusiasm. It was a nice change from the usual.

So now having returned from a fairly arduous week of doing my job, working through the weekend, and having precious little time for seeing the sights of a new (to me) foreign country, it's time to kick back for a couple days and...

Oh, wait. There's that 7:00 a.m. assignment tomorrow. Ah, well. It's work.

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Grandpa said:

Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate the ability in our world of being able to travel halfway around the globe with reasonable speed, safety, and...

I was about to say "comfort." Hm. Let's ponder that.

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danie said:

This one's even better.

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DiO'Bolic said:

I hit 60 mph once in my 1960 Corvair... going down Suicide Hill.

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GNTLGNT said:

...used th have a Monte Carlo SS....speedo only went to 80, but when I pegged it-let's say it was quite some time before the needle fell back off the max mark.....

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skimom2 said:

tsk-tsk-tsk. You don't come back from Dead Man's Curve, DiO

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DiO'Bolic said:

I did. Went off the cliff at Dead Man's Curve in countryside near Centralia with the Corvair. Rolled over several times before it landed on its roof in a creek. I was able to crawl out the windshield of the flattened roof and crawl back up the hill. When the Statey came he peered over the cliff and asked the people who had gathered if the driver was dead. I said 'here I am.' And not a scratch on me. Those Corvairs were remarkable tin cans.

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swiftdog2.0 said:

I thought they were "unsafe at any speed"?

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Sundrop said:

I had to put locks on my locker at work. I have a co worker who is using me as her personal emergency supply house, and she's been just helping herself to my color, keratin treatments, etc. I even put a note in my locker saying to "please ask me first instead of just assuming it's okay to take my product because if I need it for my own client, it puts me in a bind if someone else has already used it".....
Yesterday, she even read the note out loud to herself (another co worker heard her reading it), and still just took what she needed without asking me. It was my last straightening treatment.....if one of my clients calls I no longer have what I need to perform the service. The level of disrespect hurt my feelings and pissed me off......so now, I have locks.

Got home from work yesterday, and the basement had taken on a bit of water from a hard rain. I swept out what I could, turned on the dehumidifier and a couple of fans, and went to Lowes to purchase some guttering repair supplies......

Standing at check out counter at Lowes, my debit card declines......three times. I had to write a check. The dude at the register didn't really want to accept the check, and asked for two forms of ID.

I called the bank, and thankfully, my account had not been hacked. There was a glitch in their update which had deactivated a bunch of debit cards.

Today is Friday. After work, there WILL be wine.......

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ghost19 said:

Think about mentioning this to girlfriend then don't because it ain't my first rodeo.

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