Saw the Foodland weekly ad just now. Apparently, they currently have the exclusive on Speight’s from Paradise Beverages. It’s still at the introductory price of $11.99 USD plus tax and HI5 deposit fees. Go pick some up! I worry a little that too few people will buy it and Paradise will stop importing it.
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WTF?! While working on JT’s Turner Five Spot, I discovered that the screws that hold the derailleur hanger on are SAE – at least the heads don’t fit metric hex keys. 3mm was too big, and 2.5 was almost spinning – 7/64� It would suck to have to change the hanger on the trail and not have the correct hex key because it isn’t represented on a bike-specific multi tool or metric hex key set.
The weather was crisp and sunny Wednesday afternoon on the Windward side, so I went for a spin. I was considering riding over to Kailua, but I wasn’t sure if there would be adequate daylight time. Instead, I rode up to the high point of Kamehameha Highway and looped thru Mokulele Drive and Namoku Street to K-Bay Drive. I headed toward the waterfront via the spooky tunnel behind the golf course driving range, but there was a sign where the road to Keana fishpond and the STP passes through a right-of-way at the back of the golf course prohibiting entry. Cars were going in and out, but since bikes and golf courses have a traditionally adversarial relationship, I turned around, not wanting to get hassled by the course marshall. Continue reading ‘Kaneohe Perimeter’
Weather was good on Monday afternoon, so I met Ckucke and JT up at St. Louis for some dirt time. I got stuck at work late because the alarm wouldn’t arm since Jeff had stacked his stuff against the wall, blocking an alarm sensor. By the time I got to the top, Ckucke and JT had dropped Upper Dumps and were riding up the road. I gave them a tow up to the parking lot. It was a little more difficult than catching a ride on Root’s Corolla, since the FJ80 was almost a foot wider. It was either run Ckucke off the left into the dirt, or run JT off the right into the roots. It was still early, so we were going to hit Upper Dumps again before Root arrived then go down a third time after he arrived. While I was gearing up, Ckucke regaled me with his tale of being at Nordstrom Rack and being visually oppressed by some mother sitting her toddler on the jeans table and lifting her giant tee-shirt to breastfeed the child, exposing her belly and breasts. Continue reading ‘Yammy Mammy’
Not sure what some people are thinking sometimes.
Like jelly-roll cottage-cheese-thigh uber-woman going slow on her beer-rack-commuter-bike in the left-most lane of King Street, blocking everyone trying to make left turns, wallowing from intersection to intersection, causing the same problem at each junction. What happened to “bikes on the right”? I guess at some point (maybe as far down as University), she has to make a left turn, so she had might as well be in that lane from the get-go. Just like all those people going slow up the left lane of Like Like in Kaneohe because they eventually have to turn left on School.
How about the driver of a white Nissan pickup truck with surfboard loops going up St. Louis drive crossing into the oncoming lanes on the turns because she was too lazy to turn the steering wheel more than a half-turn. She made no concessions to oncoming traffic, forcing them to slow down to accomodate her. What happened to staying in one’s own lane? Too much trouble? Some dumb excuse like it causes excessive wear to the tires and steering parts? Can’t be bothered? So self-centered that she feels that the rights of others pale in comparison to hers? It’s like all those people who pull left into the oncoming lane of traffic when making right turns.Â
I guess the problem lies in assuming people are actually thinking.
Every year around this time I get this unexplained urge to buy a Suby Impreza STi… Ford had a good showing in the X-games Rallycross with the EDM Fiesta Olsbergs MSE rally cars on the eve of a USDM release of a significantly more pedestrian version alongside its Mazda 2 platform-mate. Definitely a good marketing move on their part. The Mitses did as painfully bad as last year.
Good to see Rune take Gold again this year in skate/park.
Didn’t catch any of the BMX stuff this year.
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I picked up a Motorola H390 Bluetooth headset the other day, and was surprised to find that it wasn’t made in slave labour camp #15 in The PRC. This isn’t a review of the headset itself, but in case you were wondering, is light, non-servicable Li-ion battery lasts long, it fits Asian ear geometry reasonably well, and is acceptably comfortable. It works flawlessly with a Motorola RAZR.
Haven’t gotten much riding in this week. I was going to take a spin this afternoon, but the weather threw a monkey wrench in that plan. It was beautifully sunny on the Windward side around ten, but not an hour later, it was dumping in Biblical proportions. This continued through sunset. Oh well. It’s looking like this may continue all weekend.  Kuso!
After work tonight, Root and I stopped by Nihon Noodles on South King Street for dinner. Located in the building where Bunmeido used to be, this ramen shop opened recently, and only came to our attention a couple of weeks ago. Sharing parking with a couple of bars, the small parking lot was full to over capacity with double-parked cars. We luckily found street parking. Keep this in mind when you come here. Outwardly, the storefront didn’t really match the ramen shop atmosphere, and on entering, the interior was even more unnatural. White marble walls and dark marble tables with indirect lighting and icicle Christmas lights seemed more at home in a lounge or bar. Perhaps when they moved in, they inherited the décor from the previous occupants. We were seated quickly and given water and menus. I wanted the Hakata ramen, but I figured I’d try a combo to get a taste of some of their other offerings. My Noodle Combo came with three “Yokohama gyozaâ€, a mini curry rice, and a standard size bowl of Hakata ramen for pennies under $11 USD. The ramen alone would have been about $8 USD. Continue reading ‘Edible Briefs – Nihon Noodles Ramen’
We hadn’t hit St. Louis in a while, so we went up to play on Monday morning. When Ckucke called me on Sunday night, I briefly tossed around the idea of taking the XC bike, riding up, then coming down. Ckucke was fine with this. Better judgement kicked in, and it was decided that it would be a F/R bike day. I met Ckucke and JT and we did a quick circuit of Upper Dunps while we waited for Root to show up. Root was coming into the park when we reached the road, so we all tried to get a tow up the hill from his Corolla. There wasn’t much to grab onto, and I was on the left, so I was holding on with my right arm with the shoulder separation. Ckucke managed to hold on until the parking lot. Two dudes in a maroon Toyota pickup pulled in just after us. At first, JT and I thought it was Kevyn, since the paint color was the same as Jesus truck – like maybe he was coming by to hassle us. They had gone down once and were shuttling back up. Continue reading ‘Down Time’