Sturgeon’s Law

Ninety per­cent of every­thing is crap.


Derived from a quote by sci­ence fic­tion author Theodore Stur­geon, who once said, “Sure, 90% of sci­ence fic­tion is crud. That’s because 90% of every­thing is crud.” Oddly, when Sturgeon’s Law is cited, the final word is almost invari­ably changed to ‘crap’.

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USPS

I’m trad­ing a cou­ple of CDs with a fel­low blog­ger. Sin­clair lives in the UK and he sent me 2 discs already, got them yes­ter­day. The fine folks at the Royal Mail charged him 1.89 pounds for postage or the equiv­a­lent of 3 bucks and I got it in less than a week. For me to rec­i­p­ro­cate I will have to pay the USPS $6.40. I can mail it cheaper, $3.80, but that has a deliv­ery time of 4–6 WEEKS.

Mint Oreo Blizzard

A lit­tle back­ground — Donna’s favorite Girl Scout cook­ies are Thin Mints. Her favorite ice cream treat is a scoop of choco­late chip and a scoop of mint choco­late chip on a sugar cone. Every time we go out to eat Mex­i­can food she always gets one of those pep­per­mint pat­ties for a dime at the cash reg­is­ter. She keeps a stash of mint life­savers in the door pocket of the car, her purse and lunch pail. I on the other hand hate mints, I like the taste, but if I get one lit­tle bite of a York pep­per­mint patty it keeps repeat­ing on me all day.

After our lousy din­ner, Donna and I stopped at the Dairy Queen just down the street to split a bliz­zard to cleanse our palettes. There was a sign for a Mint Oreo Bliz­zard that even looked good to me. I asked if she wanted one of those, and Donna said sure. After it was made and she took one spoon­ful, she turned up her nose and said, “I don’t want any­more.” Great, I was stuck eat­ing it while she went back inside and got a vanilla cone. For­tu­nately we’ll be going to sleep soon and I won’t have to put up with the mint burps for much longer.

Extruded Potato Flake Mush

Had the April Master’s Miata Club meet­ing tonight. In our never end­ing quest for just the right com­bi­na­tion of food, price and pri­vacy we ven­tured to the S&S Cafe­te­ria in North Augusta. I don’t remem­ber who sug­gested it, but I hope they don’t read this blog — the food was ter­ri­ble. The trout was cold and the coat­ing too thick, the green beans were bland. The suc­co­tash was so over cooked that you couldn’t tell the dif­fer­ence between the corn or the lima beans except for color (barely.) The “cheese” potato was extruded potato flake mush in a tin foil oval with a bit of ched­dar like col­or­ing on top and the dev­iled egg had so much pickle in it that it over­whelmed any egg taste. If I never eat there again it will be too soon. On the bright side we had 22 peo­ple in atten­dance, a record.

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Eating Lawn Clippings

Half-Day-Friday. We met Donna’s mom down­town at Malia’s. Donna loves this place because Donna loves sal­ads and Malia’s is the king of sal­ads. I eat there because I get brownie points for tak­ing Donna and they have a manly steak salad there so I can still feel like I’m on top of the food chain while eat­ing lawn clip­pings. After­wards we came home and started the back deck cleanup. There must have been a 1/32 of an inch thick layer of pine pollen coat­ing every sur­face on the porch area. Donna washed this off while I hit the front porch. Tomor­row I will attack the deck area with some cleaner to rid the thing, hope­fully, of mildew.

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This Is Like, Ya Know, Work

We had the deck installed on the back of the house 2 years ago, a por­tion of it was built over the con­crete pad that was out­side our bed­room door. The only thing on the pad was the grill and the only time I used it was when grilling steaks once every month or so. The con­crete was mostly cov­ered in moss and every cou­ple of years I go out with some bleach and a broom to try and erad­i­cate the green stuff, never 100% suc­cess­ful. They were sup­posed to get rid of the con­crete pad, but it was poured like 8″ thick so after wast­ing a day with a jack ham­mer and only nib­bling around the edges I told them to go ahead and just build over it. Big mis­take, the moss just jumped up the 6″ onto the wood of the deck. I spent a cou­ple of hours this morn­ing try­ing to get all the moss of the deck. Just like the con­crete pad I was not 100% suc­cess­ful. I got a big por­tion of it off, it is no longer slick in spots and the green color is almost gone. I used some deck cleaner stuff in a bot­tle and scrubbed with a big stiff brush. I think to do a thor­ough job I am going to need a pres­sure washer. Must be some one at work with one I could bor­row, instead of spend­ing sev­eral hun­dred bucks on one.

You’re Dumber Than You Think I Think You Are

Went out for break­fast this morn­ing and man­aged to eat out­side although a lit­tle chilly. After­wards we were going to walk around down­town and pay our bills, water, cable and power, but the rain started lightly so we had to put the top up and drive to the three places. I’m sure we burned more in gas than we saved in postage, but oh well.

Watched Chi­na­town and The Two Jakes back to back today. I remem­ber watch­ing The Two Jakes on video way back when it first came out and I thought it was an OK movie. At the time I didn’t even know that there was a pre­quel. Today I thought it sucked, most prob­a­bly it was because I could com­pare it to Chi­na­town. May even buy Chi­na­town for my mea­ger col­lec­tion. To me every­thing just looked right, Jack Nichol­son was per­fect for the role, as were the other main char­ac­ters, but Roman Polanski’s direc­tion is what made the thing great. On a side note, Chi­na­town was on AMC today about the time I fin­ished watch­ing it on DVD.

Favorite quote from the first movie: “You’re dumber than you think I think you are.”

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It’s Been Like 3 Years & I Still Miss It

Sun­day night isn’t the same with out the X-files. The only thing that is remotely worth watch­ing is “Inside The Actors Stu­dio” with James Lip­ton. This week I skipped it because it was a rerun of Richard Gere, but next week is a must watch because John Tra­volta will be on. On a some­what related note, I could have sworn I saw Mr. Lip­ton as a court sketch artist this morn­ing in “Escape from the Planet of the Apes” on the Fox Movie Chan­nel. He is not cred­ited with that role on IMDB or on the Bravo site’s biog­ra­phy of him.

Amelie

Looks like a rainy week, at this rate it is going to be over a month since the car has needed to be washed, but hasn’t. Which means it has prob­a­bly been a cou­ple months since the last wash. Maybe this week­end. The oil needs chang­ing as well, the lifters are clack­ing with more fre­quency on startup.

Watched the best movie I have seen since Amelie, back in Feb­ru­ary, tonight. It had drama, sex, ten­sion, pathos and a cast of like 2. Go rent The Busi­ness of Strangers if you can find it. And if you don’t like it, email me and tell me why and I’ll pay­pal you your rental fee.

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MX-5 Passion Stickers

Way back in Octo­ber of last year the folks that run the MX-5 Pas­sion site, a Miata Net like site for Italy, dis­cov­ered the Barn­door Fan Club and emails were traded, pic­tures shared, etc. Then one fel­low asked me to send him 6 of the BDFC stick­ers and he would mail me the same amount of their site’s stick­ers once they had them made up. I mailed them off and every­one of their team put a sticker on their car, even the M2s. I hadn’t heard about the stick­ers in so long I for­got all about them, until yes­ter­day. Ben emailed me to let me know that a half dozen MX-5 Pas­sion stick­ers were on the way. wOOt!

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Tickets To The Masters

Tick­ets to the 4 day Mas­ters tour­na­ment are handed down from gen­er­a­tion to gen­er­a­tion. They have closed the wait­ing list to get on the wait­ing list. That is not say they are impos­si­ble to get. For a price nearly any­thing can be had.

My wife and I don’t golf and are not really into fol­low­ing it as fans. We used to go to one of the prac­tice rounds each year in the early 90s, because it was like $5 to get in and you just walked up to the gates on the day and in you went. It would be like liv­ing in Indi­anapo­lis and never going to the 500, so we went. The course is bet­ter look­ing in per­son than it is on TV and dur­ing prac­tice the golfers are loose and hav­ing fun, you could take pic­tures and get auto­graphs. Always think­ing how cool it would be to go to the actual tournament.

Some­where around 1995 they made a deci­sion to limit even the prac­tice round tick­ets. Can’t blame them the place was get­ting too crowded and the crowd was get­ting bois­ter­ous and the traf­fic jams out­side the gates were get­ting really trou­ble­some. The first cou­ple of years after they insti­tuted the lot­tery we got tick­ets, but since then we have been shut out. It seems like the tick­ets are going to all out-of-towners that come to Augusta and spend big bucks on hotels and meals. Of course the offi­cials claim that it is a fair lot­tery, but too many of the locals who used to go are get­ting shut out too. Urban leg­ends have cropped up of get­ting dis­tant rela­tions to apply for the prac­tice round tick­ets and then pass along to the locals so they can go.

Tonight my across the street neigh­bor called and asked if we wanted a cou­ple of tick­ets to go see the Mas­ters tomor­row. We turned him down. We have nearly all our vaca­tion for the year either taken or sched­uled. Plus it is going to be rain­ing and low 50s. If the weather was going to be sunny and 75 we might have burned one of the last two free vaca­tion days we have left free. I won­der if our neigh­bor will think of us next year or was this our one and only shot at this.

Damn This Is Daunting

I’ve been using Auto­CAD in my work since 1987. I am com­fort­able doing stuff in it, mat­ter of fact, before we got net­worked and Microsoft Office I used to do a lot of stuff in ACAD that it really wasn’t designed to do. I am by no means an all around expert, 3D is a for­eign lan­guage to me, but when any­one at work has a ques­tion, I’m the go to guy. Well now I know how they feel when they face with the myr­iad com­mands of Auto­CAD and over­all com­plex­ity of the pro­gram, I just installed Adobe Illus­tra­tor. I need to redo the Barn­door Fan Club logo and design some­thing new for some T-shirts and it helps the screen printer (and saves me money) if I can give him an Illus­tra­tor file.

I’ve bought a 3 inch thick book on using the pro­gram, but boy howdy, it’s got a lot of com­mands with strange names and noth­ing works like I think it should. I imported an Auto­CAD draw­ing and the text stuff came through OK, but I need to fill some­thing and it won’t coop­er­ate. I have fig­ured out the object is a com­pound path, but I need to turn it into a plain path to fill it. Back to the book.

Revoking Your Convertible Ownership Rights

Rollerbladed for 3 miles this morn­ing before doing chores. As promised the car got the star treat­ment today. Saved the inte­rior clean up for tomor­row, so there was enough time to go for a hike in the woods with Donna. After­wards we took the long way home to enjoy the open air motor­ing expe­ri­ence. If you live any­where near cen­tral SC or GA and didn’t go for a top down drive today, you bet­ter go tomor­row, or I’m com­ing over and revok­ing your con­vert­ible own­er­ship rights, man it was gorgeous.

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Zone Alarm

Though I was going to have to refor­mat the PC this evening. I rebooted and when it came back up every­thing was really slow and when­ever I tried to open an explorer win­dow or the con­trol panel, noth­ing would hap­pen, then it would lock up. Rebooted in safe mode and even that seemed to take for­ever. When it finally did come up I copied all my files to the 2nd hard drive incase some­thing bad was hap­pen­ing. I exported the run tree of the reg­istry and then deleted all the keys per­tain­ing to pro­grams. I cleaned out the start up folder and rebooted reg­u­lar. Tried to open an explorer win­dow and it was still crap­ola. I then real­ized that Zone Alarm was run­ning. It must have been started some­where that I missed. As soon as I shut it down the explorer win­dow popped up. I got on the net unpro­tected and went to Trend­Mi­cro and ran their free online virus scan just to be sure it wasn’t some­thing besides ZoneAlarm. They gave me a clean bill of health. Next I unin­stalled ZA and then rein­stalled it. Same thing. So I unin­stalled it again and pruned the reg­istry of any­thing with Zone Alarm or Zone Labs in it. Down­loaded and installed Sygate Per­sonal Fire­wall.

Boy Was My Butt Sore

Good news is that today was as nice a day as yes­ter­day, bad news is that the pine pollen is not fin­ished. Man the car looks spiffy as heck with it’s new wax job, but there is a small layer of yel­low dust all over it. Didn’t get the inte­rior done because my wife talked me into going for a bicy­cle ride. First time I’ve been on a bike since some­time last fall and after 20 miles, boy was my butt sore. Doesn’t feel too bad now, but I’m sure if I went back out and sat on the seat again the agony would return full force.

On a whim we decided to replace the area rug in the din­ing room. Off we went to our favorite rug store, Lowes. We have hard wood floors and they really need refin­ish­ing, but we just cover them up with cheap $100 8 x 10 rugs. All the oth­ers are just plain tan/beige things, but this time we went with a pat­tern that has most of all the col­ors in the wall­pa­per and cur­tains. For­tu­nately today was sunny so we could get this rolled up rug home in the fam­ily pick-up truck, the Miata. On the way home we had to stop in a mini-mart for a quick item. Donna ran in and left me in the car guard­ing the rug (like any­one would steal a 9′ long, 12″ diam­e­ter roll.) While lolling around wait­ing I noticed the tag on the rug, under­neath the plas­tic wrap­per, it said, “Con­tents: 100% unde­ter­mined fibers.” Soda bot­tles? Tires? Mat­tress stuff­ing? Bar­ber­shop floor clip­pings? I think I’ll keep my socks on.

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Men Are Such Beasts

Today we got all 4 of the Net­flix movies in the mail due to the week­end before last’s movie marathon. So tonight we watched one of them, Play­ing Mona Lisa. Funny movie but the main attrac­tion for me was watch­ing Ali­cia Witt.

What is it about us men that makes us ter­ri­ble that way? I am sit­ting on the couch enjoy­ing a movie with the one I love, but I am think­ing about being with Ali­cia. If you know the answer let me know.

Weekend Warrior Legs

Back to work after a great week­end. It is not all bad, for one I needed to rest my achy week­end war­rior leg mus­cles after the hike on Sat­ur­day and bik­ing on Sun­day. And two, it is a short week because we get Fri­day off because it is “Good Fri­day” so it is already Tuesday.

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NASCAR Pizza

I’m not a fan of NASCAR, I believe until proven oth­er­wise that NASCAR is to auto rac­ing what the WWF is to wrestling. I’m not a fan Domino’s Pizza either pre­fer­ring Papa John’s when I’m just to lazy to travel the 3 miles to a local pizze­ria. But the two of them make a fine com­mer­cial, I just love the way the “pit crew” hop over the couch to “set” the table, nicely done folks.

I found a place where some­body hates this com­mer­cial, it is amaz­ingly enough on a forum enti­tled, “Com­mer­cials I Hate.”

Burning Precious Petrochemicals Wantonly

It was another beau­ti­ful day today. At our 10:00 PM walk around the park­ing lot, we decided to go for a drive at lunch. So we ate our lunches at our respec­tive desks at 11:30 so at noon promptly, we walked out to the car and after remov­ing the cock­pit cover just drove around the back roads of Aiken County for 40 min­utes burn­ing pre­cious petro­chem­i­cals wantonly.

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Was I The First To Run It?

At the end of our street in this sub­di­vi­sion there is a stop sign. The road you come to, Two Notch Road, is a through street. It is 1/4 mile away and par­al­lel to a big thor­ough­fare so some­time we get a lot of traf­fic trav­el­ing on this cross street. And because it is con­sid­ered a “short­cut” when the big­ger road gets busy, speed lim­its don’t apply, it is posted at 30 mph, but please don’t let that slow you down. In the past 2 years 2 motor­cy­clists have been killed right near our inter­sec­tion (1 t-boned a car turn­ing left in front of him and the other just lost con­trol) because they were trav­el­ing at a high rate of speed. For the past 10 days or so we have had one of those radar things the cops use that flashes your speed at you on Two Notch near our inter­sec­tion. We use that road to go to and from work every day so it has been fun to see how accu­rate it thinks my speedome­ter is.

Today on the way home the radar thingie was read­ing the usual 34 (I rou­tinely travel at +5 and the Miata’s speedo was right on 35,) but right before it was a sign pro­claim­ing “One Lane Road Ahead.” As I approached the inter­sec­tion I noticed to the right a SCDOT truck and there were broad white stripes in my lane and another on the other side of the inter­sec­tion in the other lane. As I made the left into the sub­di­vi­sion my wife and I spec­u­lated on what was com­ing, a light? Or a 4 Way Stop?

Forty-five min­utes later as I went for my evening rollerblade I pur­posely went in that direc­tion to check out the inter­sec­tion. As I rolled up I noticed under the usual stop sign there was a lit­tle addi­tion that said “4 Way.” Sure enough there were stop signs up on Two Notch Road. That didn’t take long to put those up. Or did it? With the new sign, new stripes and the Depart­ment of Trans­porta­tion truck to dis­tract me at a very famil­iar inter­sec­tion, were they already up and I missed them? Was I the first to these new stop signs?

Was I The First To Run It Update

I’d like to call my wife to the stand. She swears that the signs were not in place at 4:20 when I made the left into my sub­di­vi­sion yes­ter­day. Also the yel­low dia­mond shaped signs warn­ing of a stop sign ahead weren’t there either. When we left the neigh­bor­hood this morn­ing there were 2 city cop cars out mak­ing up for the cost of the signs by catch­ing unsus­pect­ing dri­vers as they motored through the new signs. One had some­body pulled over and the other was just lurk­ing on our street far enough back not to be seen from Two Notch Road.

Read The Fucking Box Carefully

Our cord­less phone/answering machine went weird on us about a week ago. You would pick it up and it would just beep three times when try­ing to use the hand­set. I checked the owner’s man­ual and all that was men­tioned was two beeps and that meant you were too far away from the base, which wasn’t the case, unless 2 inches is too far away. One thing the owner’s man­ual said was if it wasn’t work­ing at all was to reini­tial­ize the hand­set to the base. This pro­ce­dure involved unplug­ging the bat­tery in the hand­set and unplug­ging the power sup­ply to the base for 5 min­utes. That worked once — the very first time I picked up the phone I got a dial tone. Hung up and tried again right away and three beeps were it. Bought a new bat­tery for the hand­set and charged it overnight. It too worked once and then beeps. While in Tar­get this after­noon we fig­ured we should go ahead and replace the phone, the answer­ing machine por­tion still worked, but we really use the cord­less phone too.

Picked up this snazzy look­ing 2.4Ghz phone for only $55. Got it home took it out of the box and plugged it all up. Broke out the man­ual for it to see how to set up the answer­ing machine por­tion and couldn’t find any men­tion of it in the papers. Read them again slower, still noth­ing about answer­ing machine. That’s when I looked over the box and it didn’t say any­thing about an answerer. The pic­ture sure looked like it would be an answer­ing machine, but looks can be deceiv­ing, it was a speaker phone, That is why it had a speaker in the base. Doh! Boxed it back up as best I could and back to Tar­get we went. This time I made sure it said Answer­ing Machine on all 6 sides of the box. Dif­fer­ent com­pany and dif­fer­ent looks, but $5 cheaper. Got to find a neat record­ing to put on there, guess I’ll go Googling for a wav file.

Test Mule

I removed the flasher from the third brake light today. I’m a test mule for a device that a friend is going to make. It addresses the big com­plaint that every­one over on Miata.net has with the flash­ing 3rd light, inces­sant blink­ing. This thing has a small cir­cuit board with a cou­ple of com­po­nents on it, so that it flashes real quick for 5 times and then burns steady. It takes a minute to reset to flash­ing, so if you are in stop and go traf­fic it always burns steady after the ini­tial 5 flashes (unless you sit for more than a minute with­out apply­ing the brakes.)

While I was at it I took off the instru­ment hood and drove around the block a cou­ple of times. There is a squeak in the dash on bumpy roads that goes away when you press on the hood. My hood is only held on by the 2 screws and only one of the three snaps so I thought maybe a replace­ment hood would fix the prob­lem. As with any squeak, it’s not that easy, even with­out the hood it is still there. Got to be some­where deeper in and when I press it stops a lot more than the instru­ment hood from vibrat­ing. More trou­ble shoot­ing is required.

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RADIOIO

To lis­ten to the free stream with Win­dows Media Player you need a plu­gin called Aba­cast. Tried installing it here at home and for what­ever rea­son it doesn’t work. The low band (mono) mp3 stream is still there, but I can’t lis­ten to mp3 at work because it uses an IP address and the net­work weasels have blocked access to any­thing with just an IP. In search­ing for a replace­ment I found some­thing really close, Radio Par­adise, and there stream is stereo. They are also lis­tener sup­ported and if I can get the stream at work I will con­sider donat­ing some­thing to the cause.

It’s No Paradise At Work

No dice on lis­ten­ing to Radio Par­adise at work. I bet they have all that band­width hog­ging music lis­ten­ing stuff locked down. Oh well, Plan B, is to record 12 hours of music using Stream­rip­per and burn it to a CDRW and take it to work, lather, rinse and repeat.

How’s This Work Again?

After liv­ing with the 4-Way Stop at the end of our street for 6 days and hav­ing passed through it a cou­ple dozen times I have come to the con­clu­sion that peo­ple here in Aiken don’t know how a 4-Way Stop works. It is not just because they are unfa­mil­iar with this par­tic­u­lar one, they just plain don’t know how to deal with one. As a pub­lic ser­vice here is the sec­tion on 4-Way or Multi-Way Stops from the South Car­olina Driver’s Manual:

Another sit­u­a­tion is at an inter­sec­tion where all streets have stop signs. When this occurs, a sign read­ing “4-way” or “Multi-Way” is added to the stop signs. A motorist arriv­ing at the inter­sec­tion must yield the right of way to motorists who arrived before him, wait­ing his turn to enter the inter­sec­tion. If two motorists arrive at the same time, if on dif­fer­ent streets, the dri­ver on the left should yield to the dri­ver on the right; or if on the same street, a dri­ver desir­ing to turn left should yield to the dri­ver from the oppo­site direction.

This is one of those things that is remem­bered long enough to pass the test and then for­got­ten if you never use it. This may be part of the prob­lem, my wife and I racked our brains try­ing to locate another 4-Way Stop in town and couldn’t do it, Aiken­ites never get to prac­tice this art.

A Modified Echelon

Right after work, we packed the car and headed west, des­ti­na­tion, Cartersville, GA. We started with the top down. Kept it down, but put the wind­blocker on for Donna’s Inter­state drive as it was start­ing to cool off. When I picked up the dri­ving again about 60 miles out­side of Atlanta we put the top up as it looked like we were com­ing to rain. Of course it started to rain at dark, at about the time I started to nav­i­gate the dreaded I-285 loop around the big city. On Atlanta’s belt­way there are at min­i­mum 5 lanes of road in each direc­tion and at 9:00 PM on a Thurs­day night they all are quite busy.

I was trav­el­ing in the mid­dle lane at around 70 to keep all my options open and ahead I noticed the back of a Miata with one tail light out, first one we had seen in the first 150 miles of our jour­ney. As we got closer Donna said, “Hey, there is a Miata.” About that time I noticed in my left rearview mir­ror the dis­tinct light sig­na­ture of a set of barn­doors approach­ing in the lane to the left of me. Almost at the same time as I pulled along side of the one-tailighted Miata, the other one pulled along side of us. I tooted the air horns and got a beep-beep from my right. As the three of us rolled down the road in a mod­i­fied ech­e­lon for a moment we passed a 4th Miata in the extreme right lane. The Blue Angels had noth­ing on us, too bad it was a bright sunny day so we could have acknowl­edged what was hap­pen­ing and drove like that for a while longer.

We arrived at our hotel and base of oper­a­tions for the next two nights at around 9:30 after 230 miles (and no other Miata sight­ings.) A brief storm had just passed through the area knock­ing out the hotel’s cable, but we didn’t care we were tired and just went to bed.

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Rolling Party

We were in west­ern Geor­gia to fol­low the Tour de Geor­gia pro­fes­sional bike race. We used to do this back in the early/middle 90s for the Tour DuPont in North Car­olina and we were look­ing for­ward to doing it again. Our plan is to try and catch the race as it passes by in one or two spots then head­ing to the fin­ish line to see the rid­ers come in. Today’s plan was to drive south and catch them near Franklin, leapfrog around them to see a sprint in Cedar­town, leapfrog again and end up in Rome for the cir­cuit finish.

Our tim­ing in Franklin was near per­fect. We were the 4th car back when the State Troop­ers shut the inter­sec­tion in front of us. The rid­ers were going to the left and our escape route was back the way we came in. We got out of line and parked in a local eatery’s park­ing lot. Donna and I picked a good spot near the apex of the turn to watch them come around that curve. While we waited we chat­ted with a fel­low from Rome who had talked the local paper into let­ting him cover the race as a free­lancer. As it turned out our spot was about a 100 yards after a feed zone for the rid­ers and after a while he headed down there to try and get a pic­ture or two. Pro rac­ers don’t pull into a coun­try store and get a bot­tle of Gatorade like we do on a Club ride, each rider gets a bag with water bot­tles of water and/or fruit juice, some power bar things and/or the snacks of their choice. They ride right by, while team sup­port mem­bers hand them a lit­tle bag while they pass. The rid­ers then take what they want and ditch the rest. Appar­ently it is good fun to try and toss this stuff near spec­ta­tors as they pass because they make nice sou­venirs. Here I am look­ing through a viewfinder try­ing to take pic­tures and all of a sud­den water bot­tles and mus­sets start land­ing around my feet with splats. I felt a lit­tle like one of those guys in those old west­ern movies that the gun­slinger fires bul­lets at the ground near him and says, “Dance.” We picked up three bags and about 7 water bot­tles to take home. After they passed we went in to Buddy’s where we parked and had some lunch. Fig­ured that was the least we could do for park­ing there. Besides it would take a few min­utes before the traf­fic would clear. Donna and I split a fried cat­fish din­ner and it was pretty darn good.

Because we had a sit down lunch we were going to be too late for the sprint in Cedar­town, so we just headed up the road to Rome. About the time we got into town, just as they were clos­ing the streets, it started to rain lightly. The rain only slows the cyclists a bit on turns, noth­ing stops these guys. After zig­ging and zag­ging around the closed roads we finally made it into down­town by blind luck and ended up park­ing just a block or two from the fin­ish line. There was a three lap cir­cuit around the streets of Rome before they actu­ally crossed the fin­ish line, so we would get a few good chances to see the rac­ers flash by. While we waited for the rolling party to arrive we checked out the fes­ti­val area near the fin­ish were they always have spon­sor booths and a sou­venir stand and of course the jumbo TV for watch­ing high­lights of yesterday’s stage. At the Tour DuPont (or France) it would have real time race cov­er­age, but this is only the first year, maybe after this Tour is estab­lished they’ll get that too. After we watched the rac­ers do the ini­tial pass of the fin­ish line, Donna and I then made our way towards the Clock Tower to see these guys strug­gle up a mean assed lit­tle hill that we learned about ear­lier. I don’t know what the grade was but it looked like a climb of about 100′ of ele­va­tion at about a 50 degree angle. These guys are awe­some machines who usu­ally aver­age near 30 miles an hour for a 130–150 mile ride, but they were reduced to 8 or 9 MPH by this bump in the road. We even saw one rider resort to tack­ing up the hill like a week­end duffer.

Because it was still rain­ing we didn’t stick around much, we just headed back to our hotel in Cartersville about 25 miles away. For­tu­nately the cable was back on so we could check the Weather Chan­nel to see that tomor­row looked like a nice sunny day for the rid­ers (and us spec­ta­tors) in the mountains.

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Concrete Parking Stops

You know those 6″ high things that are there to pre­vent you from pulling to far in? Well because of the low­ered stance of the Miata I have to be very care­ful how close I pull in and park any­where. This one snuck up on me in a restau­rant park­ing lot. It was the first in a line in the mid­dle of a run. The usual visual clues were mis­lead­ing as the car to my left could actu­ally pull up closer because of the stag­gered shape of the side­walk. For­tu­nately this one was short enough that it only scraped the bot­tom of the spoiler on the way in. On the way out, because that was now against the shape of the spoiler it made an ugly noise, but didn’t do any more dam­age. Luck­ily all these bits are made of flex­i­ble space-age poly­mers, if they had been cus­tom fiber­glass parts I’m sure shards of my front end would still be lying there in the park­ing space.

No Trespassing

We had down­loaded the route direc­tions for yesterday’s and today’s stages from the Tour web site and used this to plan our view­ing strat­egy. Using it and the Geor­gia state map we had, worked out real good for Fri­day, but for the life of us we couldn’t fol­low all of Saturday’s route. They had to be using some roads that weren’t on the map. We decided to get up ear­lier and drive the route from just past Elli­jay to pick our first view­ing spot. Using the printed direc­tions and the orange arrow signs that get put out early, trac­ing the route was easy. Sure enough they were rid­ing on roads that were not on the big state map. When we stopped for a soda break on the drive there was a Geor­gia Moun­tains map that showed the roads they were rid­ing, so we bought it. Our orig­i­nal plan was to find a spot on the sec­ond King Of The Moun­tain climb to watch them pass, but real­ized if we did that there was no way to leapfrog the rolling block­ade and make it to the fin­ish before the rid­ers. Plan B was devised. There was a cool lit­tle one-lane bridge the rid­ers crossed out­side of Elli­jay that looked like a nice spot and it also had quick access to GA52 so we could get by the rid­ers and make it to Gainesville to see the finish.

We made it back to the bridge with about an hour to kill wait­ing. We spent the time chat­ting some locals who had come out to watch think­ing it was going to be like one of those char­ity rides. After we indoc­tri­nated them a van of race vol­un­teers showed up to sweep the gravel off the bridge. We tried to get them to come back with us and sweep the course of our next bike ride, but they would only do it if we would drive them around and feed them too. After a break­away group of 6 cyclists passed over the bridge a cou­ple of motor­cy­cles skid­ded to a stop just past us. The offi­cial Tour pho­tog­ra­pher was on one and the offi­cial Tour video­g­ra­pher was on the other. The video guy hopped a fence, obliv­i­ous to the “No Tres­pass­ing” sign, and set up shop to the right. The pho­tog­ra­pher must have thought we were in a good spot as he came over and stood next to me. He was actu­ally bal­anced on the guardrail to avoid the poi­son ivy I was stand­ing in (I’m not aller­gic, so it doesn’t bother me) and needed to lean up against Donna to keep from falling off.

After the race passed, we got on GA52 and headed towards to fin­ish­ing city. About 10 min­utes into the trip a GA State Trooper car comes fly­ing up from behind with his flash­ers and siren going. I slowed and pulled half off the road expect­ing him to zip on by as the road ahead was clear, but instead he stayed right behind me until I got all the way off the road. Then he took off around me. WTF? So I got back on the road and started dri­ving again. 30 sec­onds later I found out why he wanted me off the road. A line of about 25 state patrol cars with lights flash­ing and sirens going came careen­ing by at 70+. They were doing the same thing I was, leapfrog­ging around the race, only unlike me, I’m sure they were off to block the roads some­where ahead of the pack.

Because the cyclists still had a moun­tain to climb we got to Gainesville with plenty of time to kill. We had a leisurely lunch, toured the fes­ti­val area (again not going for offi­cial Tour jer­seys at $70) walked back to where we had lunch and had an ice cream dessert before set­ting up shop on the 3rd floor of a park­ing garage 20 feet from the fin­ish line. We watched the break­away group of 6 charge the line with Fred Rodrigeuz win­ning the sprint, for his sec­ond stage win in a row. About 5–1/2 min­utes later a chase group of 12 or so fin­ished up. It was then about 10 more min­utes before the rest of the pele­ton arrived. Of course they had to sprint to the line in a testos­terone induced and mean­ing­less fight for 20th place.

When the dust set­tled we hoped back in the car and drove back north to a town the rid­ers had passed through ear­lier in the day to spend the night. If you are ever in Dahlonega, GA, I highly rec­om­mend Caruso’s Ital­ian Restau­rant, their pizza is excellent.

Pur­chased Today: $12.00 in gas
Money spent since 03/03/03: $130.82
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PCC Hat

I try to be polite by tak­ing my hat off while eat­ing. It is kind of like not putting your elbows on the table, not always prac­ticed any­more, but just a small nicety that I hope peo­ple appre­ci­ate. I either hang the hat over the back of the chair or try to hang it off my knee and invari­ably it falls to the floor in the nor­mal din­ing move­ments. Most of the time I remem­ber it and search the floor or I don’t remem­ber and get lucky by acci­den­tally kick­ing it when get­ting up to leave. For the sec­ond time in 3 months I left my Pal­metto Cycling Coali­tion hat behind in a restau­rant. The first time we were near Char­lotte, NC so we could go shop­ping at a big ol’ mall. When I got back to the hotel and real­ized that the cap was gone we called them and they had it. Rather than make a return trip that evening I told them I’d get it the next day when we were over there again. This time we were in north­ern Geor­gia fol­low­ing a bicy­cle race. We had din­ner at the fine estab­lish­ment of Pruett’s BBQ, so I didn’t even really need to take it off, but did. When I got back to the motel this time and real­ized I’d left it behind again, I just said for­get it. It was rain­ing and I didn’t want to drive back the 10 miles to get the hat. Tomor­row we were leav­ing town early and weren’t com­ing back, so that option was out. Fig­ur­ing it must be fate that I don’t have that hat, I aban­doned it in rural west­ern Geor­gia. Any­way, I’ve got a spiffy new Master’s Miata Club hat to start wear­ing around wait­ing for me at home.

Giant Stop Signs

When came back from the week­end trip we noticed that they had replaced the puny new stop signs on Two Notch Road with King Kong sized stop signs. I guess peo­ple were still cruis­ing through them so to help out our no-account, not pay­ing atten­tion dri­vers to notice the signs. For ref­er­ence stan­dard stop signs are 30 inches across, these pup­pies are 48″ and require two posts to sup­port them. They have even put two orange flags on the “Warn­ing Stop Ahead” signs.

Hudson Hawk

Bor­rowed Hud­son Hawk on DVD from a friend at work, I think I deserve either a medal or some com­mit­ment papers for last­ing 1 hour and 1 minute into this movie before hit­ting the eject but­ton. I like Bruce Willis usu­ally, but this must have been some­thing he shot dur­ing a hia­tus of Moon­light­ing, back when he was grasp­ing with being a “star.” As a bonus bit of ugli­ness it had my least favorite movie actress of all time in it, San­dra Bern­hard.

I Can’t Keep That Up For Long

I have this very annoy­ing squeak in my dash that I have tried to fix (not real hard yet, see April 20th) I can make it stop if I hold the toe of my left foot against the bot­tom of the dash, but I can’t keep that up for long. Got to use the left foot for the clutch and it is an awk­ward stretch. The tem­per­a­tures are warm­ing up and soon my mys­te­ri­ous over 85 degrees glove box rat­tle will be back. I won­der if the squeak will dis­ap­pear as the rat­tle appears? I call it the glove box rat­tle but that is not what is caus­ing it, as I removed the box entirely last sum­mer, but the rat­tle is still there. It was get­ting louder by the day, but once the tem­per­a­tures cooled down it went away. I was wait­ing for a real hot day and have it sud­denly stop, so I could look in my rearview mir­ror and see the part that was rat­tling fade away into the sunset.

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Locked Out

Donna and I decided to walk up to the Chi­nese Restau­rant to eat sup­per. It is about a mile one way, so it makes a nice evening walk. Walk, eat and walk back help­ing to burn off the meal. When we got back to the house, I went to unlock the front door and when I pulled my keys out of my pocket I real­ized I didn’t have the house key any­more. When I got the cus­tom car­i­ca­ture key chain I didn’t put the key back on, hadn’t used it in so long that I fig­ured what the heck, leave it off. Donna reached into her purse to get her keys and it turns out all she had was a car key, a key to her desk and a house key that we have no earthly idea whose house it goes to, but we do know it doesn’t go to ours. Nor­mally Donna’s mom would be home and she could let us in or maybe the door wouldn’t even been locked, but tonight we had to use the emer­gency key. I took the screen off a win­dow that we knew was unlocked, Donna boosted me up and I climbed in.

Ultimate Drive

Took an after­noon off today to test drive BMWs. No I’m not get­ting rid of the Miata and trad­ing down to a Z4, I par­tic­i­pated in the 7th Annual Ulti­mate Drive for The Susan B. Komen Breast Can­cer Foun­da­tion. I did it 2 years ago and had a blast. For some rea­son the local dealer didn’t par­tic­i­pate last year. The idea is sim­ple, you show up and drive a BMW and for every mile you drive BMW donates a dol­lar. I reserved a spot to drive a Z4 2.5 man­ual and then a 330 con­vert­ible with an auto­matic. They have a 15 mile loop laid out that they want you to fol­low so it is cool to see all these gray BMWs with gray & pink stripes dri­ving around. Drove the Z4 first and like the Z3 of two years ago it felt much more solid than my 7 year old Miata and had gobs more torque. It lacked the audi­ble feed­back and the toss­able feel of the lighter Miata. It was so quiet that I hit the rev lim­iter sev­eral time in first gear and a cou­ple of time in sec­ond. After a cou­ple of laps we turned in the Z4 for the 3 series drop top. If I won $10 mil­lion in a Lotto I might get a Z4, but the first I’d do would be change the muf­fler for some­thing that will let me know that my engine rev­o­lu­tions are sweep­ing through the range. It was about the same car except for the visual dif­fer­ences and a lit­tle more wind buf­fet­ing from the open rear seats. After that we tired of the sun so took the hard­top ver­sion of the same 3 series for a ride. Quiet, com­fort­able and quick these cars are fun to drive if not a lit­tle iso­lat­ing. With time for one more lap, we tried the X5 4.4. After the first few min­utes of seem­ing to be dri­ving a bus because of the height and breadth of the thing, it quickly turns into another BMW. The V8 scoots and feels quick, but for a heavy tall vehi­cle it han­dles the sweep­ing ess turns of the River­watch Park­way with aplomb.

After it was all over it was a relief to get back in the Miata. Sounded just right and the short throw Voodoo shift­ing were music to my ears and arm. There is no place like home.

Pur­chased Today: $14.25 in gas
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