I get one of these R1200GSAs. Yes, I still have the old Triumph, but now I can work on it without being without a bike.
I haven’t been to a doctor in 12 years, and I finally went. I’m still trying to process all that I’ve had happen to me. Note that this is somewhat personal, so if you don’t want to read it, you can move on.
The opener is in, and it’s really quiet. The fan moves air, the cord reel is very handy, and the speaker plays Radio New Vegas. Now to clean up the remnants of the old install.
So a few weeks back, the extension spring on the door where my Camaro is parked broke. That’s led to one thing after another...but today, I got the new opener partially installed.
So the septic system has decided to give warning this time before becoming a complete disaster (last time resulted in replacing the bathroom downstairs). For those of you who know, blackwater coming out the overflow of the tank... In the enzyme booster goes...
Safety cat, for obvious reasons (That means NSFW). Truth be told, this is actually truth in advertising, since it was an apt description of how he was driving.
Small rock hits glass right below where the wiper blade is parked. Crack is already longer than six inches, so looking at mucho dinero replacement.
They were wrong. Now I have a new job and I work from home. More Oppo time incoming.
Not meow cats, these Cats. Also included was an episode of “The James Reimer Show”. Ask away about the game.
Repair an R230 Mercedes front tray that was flapping about at speed. I suspect that one of my parents ran it onto a parking stop, said “Oh Crap!”, and immediately reversed rather than using ABC to lift the body first, and THEN reverse.
I’m seriously considering picking up and learning either alto or tenor sax. Probably tenor, since then I could play B-flat trumpet pieces (albeit ottava bassa) in church without needing to write my own transposition scores.
I’ve been dealing with the fact that I’ve been without power for 3 and a half days (finally back on), and have therefore had to drive the truck everywhere. It’s drinking coolant at the rate of a gallon per 200 miles. I really don’t want it to be bad head gaskets, but I then saw the white puffs of smoke (and no known…
Sorely missing the point edition. As an aside, I do like the conversation inlining that Kinja does now.
My office is really cold. So I have taken it upon myself to personalize my comfort. Also there’s a game tonight, so huzzah.
FedEx has my hat (pictured here) in a package in the local delivery office. It got there yesterday, but since three business days from shipping isn’t until Tuesday, package sits. At least my UPS local office and driver deliver those types of packages.
If you have one of these with a CVT and a fart can, you probably don’t want to unnecessarily downshift when in the presence of a correct American V8 with proper exhaust and manual gearbox. It wasn’t even a WRX or an STI. Sad!
So apparently the OnStar telematics will watch over you for “Hard Braking” and “Hard Acceleration”. I suspect this could be used as a method of judging your track work, using golf scoring (Lower is better).
Not for the car. That’s alleged to be here tomorrow. For this Google phone that I preordered yesterday called Pixel 2.
Just a friendly reminder from the King that actual sports-puck-chucking starts today.