TLDR; straight to ND from lede that says 235K. No dice week almost over. 

There was a blogger on here that was a big fan of XJs, but we are forbidden to speak his name ever again. 

I’ve tried to tell my neighbor that a Ram Promaster Van and a pair of Maxtrax would be just fine for everywhere they want to go. They know nothing about 4 wheeling and keep insisting they need a 4x4 Sprinter. A Sprinter can’t even get around the relatively tame White Rim. I’m still mystified about what is wrong with a…

I guess this is an indication Emslie has one foot out the door along with DT and Torch. And with that Jalopnik will come to an end for me. 

Exactly. I got perma-greyed on Earther. Thirty five years in the industry. I know more than all their writers put together about environmental issues, but they didn’t want to be contradicted. Kinja is dying on the vine. If Emslie leaves, it’s truly over. I like Streeter, but GMG confining her talent to listicles is a…

There’s a bike tool specific online store in Ashland, Oregon you should acquaint yourself with. They make a special saw to reach down inside the post after you cut off the top. You hack the post in half, it comes out in pieces. Before going the NaOh route I’d heat the steel tube with a torch and freeze the post with…

KOH is not a snippet of that culture. Draw a line from the Canadian border down the crest of the Cascades, then the Sierras to the Mexican border. Everything east of there to the continental divide is the culturally distinct country of Antivaxxistan flying the Confederate and Gadsden flags or turned around thin blue…

Where is this mythical land that contains offroaders without racist bumpers, confederate flag stickers and other RWNJ paraphernalia? I have to grit my teeth every time I take my Wrangler to the mechanic flying a Gadsden flag (but he’s a damn good mechanic). 

Around here the CL ad photo would have been staged in front of someone else’s McMansion while they were away at the bank for the day. Not in San Diego. There it poses on sand in front of a chainlink fence protecting an abandoned warehouse. I have to say the art of it won me over. NP (nice photography).

There were two Type 181s cruising around the streets of our capitol here in Antivaxxistan during pre-pandemic times. One was driven by an older gentleman and the other by some hipster. I have not seen either one in a few years. I assume they are dead from either covid or a low speed impact or both.

I’d like a 1.75 acre lot, but a 1.75 acre house would take way more Roombas than I’ll ever be able to afford. 

There’s a Pinzgauer hoarder err.... collector (sorry DT) up in the mountains near where I live. Occasionally he sells one. I almost bit at $7500 about ten years ago, but not for over double that. CP (but barely). 

NBA.com, “The Sixers can’t wait to test drive the Harden-Joel Embid partnership.” This presumes Harden has a basic understanding of the concept of partnership.

Kawasaki KLR650 thumper. The latest iteration comes with EFI and can be had for $6400. Yes, it’s heavy. But the engine has been in existence since the 80s and you can get parts anywhere in the world. 

Alaska instituted ranked choice voting last year. Think about that. One of the reddest of redneck states in the union passed ranked choice voting and Massachusetts citizens rejected it. So right, basically, we’re doomed. 

I’m a huge fan of Walter the Cat. Those Silverado commercials are the only ones I look forward to on all of TV and its multiverse of separate subscription channels. GM does know how to make good commercials, they just choose not to. 

The irony of having a rooftop tent worth ten times the value of the underlying rig would suck us all into a blackhole of overlanding that would destroy the world with the possibility of us emerging in an alternate universe where everyone lives in a tent perched on 1990s ZJ. So... no roof tent. Please.

I showed that Command Center to my neighbor who is drooling over every Sprinter van conversion in the Whole Foods parking lot. You can’t even buy an unconverted Sprinter around here for that kind of money with that low number of miles on the clock. She didn’t even bother to bid. And now someone else is in command. 

I assume the crab pots stacked on the wharf next to the yacht are for dumping union organizers into the Marianas trench or some other remote locale. An Alaska tradition known as... wait for it... crabpotting. 

Torque wrench. I’ve had the same one for 40 years. I recently bought a bicycle specific one (2-10 nm) because carbon bits are ubiquitous now and cracking them gets expensive.