Two steps forward. Three steps back.
Here is my latest annoyance. The recent snow melting has left some crater sized potholes. I found one last night. The pipes are 30 years old. Here is what the bump accomplished.
I see two fixes. Buy some new pipes for $20 each. OR take a steel soup can, slit it lengthwise. Squeeze it to fit and slide it into the pipe and the muffler then tack weld it in place. Either way, a distraction I don't need.
I have recently started driving again since I brought my new car in January. I have since rediscovered a tiny little thing called road rage.
I have to admit I have serious road rage. Don't let my appearance fool you, I can cuss like a pirate if I get really upset. I am not shy when it comes to using my horn. I keep wondering if some of these drivers brought their license instead of paying for them.
Thank God I only live 10 minutes from my office! Even though this is the case I go to the office early to avoid the traffic.
I tell my vice president when she asks why I arrive so early at the office that I worry that I would cuss out another driver for their driving then go to a meeting to a potential client and it is the same person I cussed out.
So I will continue to avoid the early morning traffic and go to the office early.
Have a Terrific Tuesday and avoid the crazy drivers out there!
I drive about 32 miles one way to get to work. On Saturday I do my food shopping and on Sunday I visit my kids.
In Southern California that isn't considered a lot of driving. But the phenomena of tailgaters just seems to be just as wretched as if I was always on the road. Needless to say it just chaps my hide to continually be "tailsmooched" by some driver be it a man or a woman from teenagers to old geezers!
I have decided that they are here to stay so in fun I have categorized them. Here they are so just have a good laugh!
Teenage Girl
She will always be driving a Neon or a Soul. They will be driving fast and they tailgate you extremely close albeit for a few seconds or so. This tailgater is in a rush to get someplace so she'll also swerve from lane to lane just to get to her destination. But it doesn't matter how fast she thinks she's moving because the traffic signal will always get her! When you arrive next to her she's hunkered over the steering wheel just biting the bit for that dang green light to come on and then speeding away tailgating and swerving.
Teenage Boy
He will drive a Mustang, some altered Honda or a pickup with hug wheels and those bright white Halogen headlights that bear down on your neck because the pickup is real high. Again, driving fast and as they approach you they will stay on your tail "smooching" it but they will stay there and harass you to get you to speed up. When they don't get their way they will pass you an honk at you also giving you the one finger salute! They too will get stopped at the red light and speeding away as soon as the light turns green. They don't swerve but they speed headlong in a straight shot!
Woman
The strangest of all tailgaters. She will be driving a van or SUV. She doesn't speed or act stupid. She will stay pinned to your tail "smooching" it for miles EVEN IF you 2 are the only ones on the road. But in traffic, too. She won't go around you and when you tap your brake to let her know your feeling uncomfortable she will eventually pass you and look at you wondering why your acting so strange in this completely puzzled look! She's totally oblivious to the fact she's tailgating you.
Man
This tailgater just wants to be a jerk. If you slow down to make him go around he'll just begin feigning a rear end smacking. As if the tail "smooching" wasn't bad enough. He'll be driving a high end car like a Mercedes or a Lexus but sometimes a restored car. When he finally gets tired of playing Rambo he whips around you and tries to stare you down like he's "ready to rumble"!!!! He still thinks he a pimply faced hot rodder full of estrogen!
OK, give me your comments and fav's. I know there are some tail gater's that also chap your hide!!
Wouldn't you know it. Just the other day I was thinking that I've never had a flat tire on my car.
What a fool.
So I discover I have this flat tire, and I try to drive the old truck only to discover that the new fuel line I put in last year has disintegrated and gas is leaking all over the engine. So I go to fix the flat (15 minutes, right?) and of course the wheel nut were put on by Superman on his day off. 45 minutes later dripping sweat and covered in dirt the wheel nuts are off, but I discover the alloy rim that seemed so cool at the time is stick to the car like it's been welded on. Anyway, an hour later I'm done, and I go into the house, rummage around in the pantry until I find an old bottle of high fructose corn syrup, and I CHUG it.
Have a nice day.
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Support our tax dollars, buy local...
In a technology and futuristic driven world, choices of patronizing high quality products is getting easier (or more difficult depending on where you are).
Putting my hard earned money on material things that are of importance in our daily lives is one of my struggles. Yet the place and manner on which these material things are made matters most to me.
I only buy those that lasts forever, so durable the money I spend is so worth it.
Where am I going with this blog? Just to lolly gag on our attitude towards cheap versus expensive products. The lowering of our consumer standards and sold to the cheap goods flooding the market even more pervasive now in the first and second worlds. A most rare practice until 15 years ago.
So I hardly bought any foreign products since I lived here largely because of QUALITY, but even more compelling reasons are due to patronizing these goods and put our citizens to work. With the exceptions of German, Swiss, UK, Italian and Australian products, most goods produced today are of pathetic quality.
My specific reason for being a loyal local consumerist is that safety and durability.
Last week for the first time I bought a European SUV, the X5, and now I'm lured into the powerful statement of "the ultimate driving machine". Not that I've not been sold to the great performance of these vehicles just that I defended the need to support our local products. So with the exception of this, I've been driving all American made cars, my favorite of course is the Corvette and my Cobra, both has all provided me with the adrenaline pumping thrill every time I needed to beat my blues. Those 400 HP, and equally, capable pound feet of torque was just enough to make me feel alive. What a thrilling experience, my only true addiction. Driving fast and performance oriented vehicles with dedicated manual transmission.
Well my town car is parked as it can't handle the demands of the deep snow and brutal iced up roads in cold Minnesota.
My children are now sneering at their mom for having bowed down to abandon my hell bent support for my local products. Well I'll just have to apologize. I have to admit, I'm loving it, even better than my 2011 SRX and Equinox leased for two years.