Yes. I have a spare set of wheels for my WRX on which I keep Blizzak’s mounted. Unfortunately, I was a little late this year: I haven’t swapped them on yet because we’ve had unseasonable warm temperatures this fall here in the Denver metro area; and then last night we got several inches of snow. Oops.

Sadly, I’ve been using my WRX as a means to make sure my battery trickle charger still works.

My spousal unit and I - we’re both in our 60s - play this game all the time.

It’s late. I’m a morning person and the alarm goes off at 5AM. Around 9PM, I’m pondering whether it’s time to turn off the TV, throw down some cat treats for the nightly ritual, and start getting ready for bed. OTOH, these days, in the Plague Times, I’m not sure exactly what the heck I’m getting up early for anymore.

I have a 2ooo BMW R1100RT motorcycle that I bought used when it was just a few years old. I didn’t appreciate that at the time it was the same model and color used by the motorcycle cops in a municipality near my home. I had similar experiences with cars in front of me. Not so much these days; that city still uses…

She knows better. I mentioned in another comment that she remarked that if all you see is something like “cardiac arrest”, alarm bells should be going off. (I was hoping you would weigh in on this. Thanks!)

So you have to cause the wave function to collapse and the body to decohere. Makes sense to me.

I like this distinction. If your heart is still beating but you’re brain dead, are you dead or alive? By your definition, you’d be dead, which sounds correct to me.

Yeah, but according to this medical doctor I married thirty-six years ago - and who has filled out her share of death certificates - when you see cause of death listed as “cardiac arrest” with no additional reasons, alarm bells should start going off in your head.

(Having said that, I am now I’m wondering if when you’re on a heart bypass machine you’re technically alive or dead.)

100% of deaths are the result of cardiac arrest. That’s what “dead” means: your heart stopped beating. The devil is in the root cause analysis.

I’m not a large car fan - my daily driver is a Subaru WRX, and for years I drove a tiny Honda CRX Si - but like krhodes1 I’ve had a 300 as a rental several times and I really enjoyed driving it. Once the Spousal Unit and I were driving a black one around on a trip out of town and I told her I felt like I was driving a…

Three motorcycles, the *newest* of which is coming up on twenty years of age. In my defense, they all three currently run and are rideable. The oldest could use a little carb tuning.

On a trip to Dublin Ireland last year, our hotel had a free shuttle bus from the airport. But if the hotel had not had a video on YouTube explaining in detail where the bus stop was - complete with the presenter walking through the airport from baggage claim to the stop - I don’t think we would have ever found it. Now…

I expect a co-authored tell-all book is in the works.

I’m an embedded software developer by profession. Although some of my work has been on microcontrollers (and I’ve done a ton of personal stuff with the microcontroller-based Arduino), most of my paying gigs in the past decade have been Linux-based. I’ve found the Raspberry Pi to be pretty ideal for embedded…

I’m an embedded software developer by profession. Although some of my work has been on microcontrollers (and I’ve…

When he subscribed to newspapers, magazines, or journals - you know, when that was still a thing - my late father-in-law would use a different middle initial with each subscription. Then, for every piece of junk mail that arrived, he would check to see who had sold his name to whom.

Eventually, Donald Trump will not be president. It might be in 2021. Or it might be in 2025. But one way or another, it is inevitable. And when it does happen, there will be an army of angry, humiliated, insulted, depressed, and vengeful former employees, aides, subordinates, bureaucrats, veterans, hangers on, and…

Dear Phoenix: I’ve had a lovely time visiting you several times in August. And I agree: the only way I survived it was [1] shade, [2] those evaporative cooler sprayer things, [3] ice cream. Love: Chip

The one in our neighborhood is on an access road right next to Interstate 70 between Denver and Golden. We like to go there on a summer evening for dinner, and sit on the patio watching the parade of humanity, some locals, some just passing through.