from the twisted minds of snm
Monday, 30 July 2007
Sunny, 22-27C slight breeze
Woke up to the keitai alarm and went back to sleep. It was clear out and looked like it would be good ride weather. I wasn’t hung-over from the Hoegaarten. Breakfast was coffee, milk and cereal, OJ and yogurt. I took the spikes off of the Sidi Dragon II’s and replaced them with the filler screws from my spare old SRS Sidis. This was going to be a long ride day, so I filled the reservoir to ¾ capacity. Continue reading ‘Whistler MTB – Day 4’
Sunday, 29 July 2007
AM – rainy, 20C
PM – sunny, 22-25C slight breeze
I awoke at 06:00 to my phone’s alarm. It was morning twilight and the sky was a clear eggshell blue. It was too early. I griped to myself that I had set the alarm too early and went back to sleep. At 08:00, I awoke again, this time to the sound of water dripping from the eaves of the roof onto the vinyl chairs on the terrace. The sky was no longer clear blue, but instead a uniform gray. I went back to drowsing until I heard noise out in the living room. We had missed IGA last night after dinner because of the late hour, so we didn’t have any breakfast. We did have the coffee that I brought, so that was a good perk-up while watching the Weather Channel. Breakfast was the “original breakfast†at The Beet Root. We had walked by the day before and considered it for dinner, but they are only open for breakfast and lunch. The original breakfast was 2 poached eggs, 4-strips of American bacon, potatoes, and toast with condiments for $9 CAD. Pretty good, but not particularly cheap. If it’s clear outside, sit on the terrace so the kitchen smells don’t ruin your clothes like if you sit inside. Continue reading ‘Whistler MTB – Day 3’
Saturday, 28 July 2007
Sunny, 20-24C slight breeze
The in-flight movie was “In the Land of Women†or something to that effect. Huh? What? I don’t know. I put on the MP3 player headphones and let the Sleeman put me to sleep. I awoke to the change in sounds as the plane began its descent onto YVR. There was a dull rusty glow at the horizon outside the right windows, while the nighttime sky was still indigo out the left. The cloud tops began to glow as crescents of burning orange, then the sky split at the horizon with the fire of sunrise. Even with the late start, favorable conditions got us into Vancouver actually a little early. The pilot put the plane down gently and evenly with no bounce. The runway was long enough for him to use only wheel brakes and not rip the morning silence with thrust reversers. Continue reading ‘Whistler MTB – Day 2’
Okay, I know it’s taken forever for me to finish writing up all of this to post, but I hope you enjoy reading it!Â
Friday, 27 July 2007
Cloudy, 30C+ still
AC 048 to YVR was supposed to roll out at 20:45, so I had a 4-hour window to get home from work, clean up, and head to the airport. 2-hours to get home and get to the airport 2-hours early? No problem. Jeff and Sara had beat me there. They were gateside when I was waiting in line to check in. I got ticketed, paid the $43 USD/$50 CAD bike case ransom, and headed for the gate. Continue reading ‘Whistler MTB – Day 1’
Raining like madness last night. Lay in bed for a while watching the lightning show. Drift off to sleep. Wake up early, weather still rainy, go back to sleep. I wake up again, 9:00 and it’s still looks dark outside. I think this is the first day this year that actually feels like winter.There’s a break in the weather, I eat lunch. I take advantage of the weather and go out to work on the last bit holding back the FX. I swap side mirror. Before I quit yesterday, I swapped the washer motor. It was easier than I thought, but I had to track down the gushing of water out the bottom when I tried the washer. That annoying electric valve for the rear washer which is broken in every FX and is really expensive isn’t just broken, the bottom burst when I tried the washer! Anyway, that’s easily bypassed. Continue reading ‘Car-ma, Bad Wiring is the Enemy’
Whew, ok, I don’t feel so bad. The connector I cut out of donor wiring was not part of the removable harness, so I had to cut it anyway. Anyway, while it was still early, took care of the bigest thing, had my dad help me swap the rear hatches. Next I swaped over the side markers, wired the blinkers back to original (this is also why when I first got it, it was doing the rice superfast blink action because the bulbs it was driving was not drawing enough power), got the bumper back on. It was looking tantalizingly close so I worked through lunch. Continue reading ‘Brain Fart, Sucked Back In’
Shoots! Woke up this morning and while still lying in bed, I realized I could have unplugged the small section of harness that connects to the front marker lights and just swapped them instead if cutting the connector and resoldering. It would have then been pristine stock wiring. Bleah! I’m surprised I didn’t dream about working on the car.
What, the FX have cooties and it needs de-ricing? I suppose you could say that. As I left for work this morning, took a quick look and noticed the rear side markers are gone. They’ve been shaved and bondoed over. Cr*p, I hope they don’t notice when I safety. The tail lights have some side wraparound, but its not reflective. I come home early in hopes of getting enough done tonight that I can safety it tomorrow. So I start on the front turn signals.
So after last night’s frustration with the AE86 horn, I go to pick up the FX from Matson. Had to scramble around to get insurance since I didn’t know until late yesterday that the FX was already here. That goes very smoothly, kudos to my insurance agent, and I find awesome street parking downtown right behind the building! Having been through this before, found way to Matson, counter person processed my pickup, and after a bit of wait was taken out for the inspection. As expected, the guy told me they had to jump start it and it’s idling. Have to chuckle as it’s doing the exact same up/down bouncing idle the AE86 is doing. I know what that is so not concerned. Continue reading ‘Car-ma, You Give Up to Easy, Grasshopper’
I’ll warn you in advance that this is going to sound mysogynistic…
Very mysogynistic.
At what age do women stop being people and become cows? Continue reading ‘Herd of Selfish Cows?’