The two words heard most often by Miata drivers from kids is, “Cool car.”
The two words heard most often by Miata drivers from little old ladies is, “Slow down!”
Sorry. I had this nice long post reminiscing about where I was when Neil Armstrong first set foot on the moon 41 years ago today, but I don’t have time. I wasted the evening watching a so intentionally bad buddy cop TV show that *is* actually funny, The Good Guys and a so intentionally over the top show about cars that you don’t actually learn anything useful from it, Top Gear.
Maybe I’ll write that moon landing post next year (because we all know how emotional a 42nd anniversary can be.)
Oh, never mind, I just found out the whole thing was a government sponsored hoax: Conspiracy Theorist Convinces Neil Armstrong Moon Landing Was Faked
Here are six of the nine MMC cars that made the trip to Edgefield for breakfast today. I looks like the life-size statue of Strom Thurmond is orating around 110,000 words, perhaps recreating his famous filibuster, longest ever by a single senator at 24 hours and 18 minutes in length nonstop, in opposition to the Civil Rights Act of 1957.
As we arrived at the start point for the trip this morning the Emperor past the 110,000 milestone.
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This movie was recommended to me on io9, but I still haven’t found out who recommended “Love The Beast” to me (8 folks asked so far.)
Several years ago it seemed like there was an abundance of people by the name of Robert who worked at The Valve Store™ and as a joke, myself and another coworker would always say, “Morning Bobby”, when we’d pass each other for the first time each day. His name is Joey and mine is, well duh, Brian, but we got a kick out of it.
Over the years the number of Roberts waned, Jims took over the top spot, yet we still kept up the ‘Morning Bobby’ routine. The number of folks named Jim hasn’t diminished any, but Bobs have made big advances again recently. My immediate supervisor is named Bob and his boss is named, yep, you guessed it, Bob. To differentiate between them they are sometimes referred to as Little Bob and Big Bob respectively. Our latest Industrial Engineer is also a Robert and usually went by Bob, but I think as a condition of employment, he had to willing to be known as Rob to avoid further confusion.
With them ceasing manufacturing at the home office in Florham Park, NJ we have had a few folks from up there make the transition to working here in South Carolina. The last two to join us are both named Bob.
Joey and I will may just start saying, “Morning Bobby”, whenever we pass anybody, because we will have a real good chance of being right.
Someone recommended this movie to me, even told me it was watch it now on Netflix. Last Monday as I sat watching it on the laptop, my wife looked over at me and asked, “What you watching?” I kind of explained what it was, here is the Netflix blurb:
Eric Bana makes his directorial debut with this documentary about his biggest obsession: his Ford XB Falcon Coupe, aka “the Beast.” The actor examines his auto fixation and chronicles his attempts to compete in the treacherous Targa Tasmania race. The Beast has been by his side for more than 20 years — but can it endure this grueling five-day affair? Jay Leno, Dr. Phil McGraw and auto expert Jeremy Clarkson drop by to share their thoughts.
She said, “I want to see it too.” We both enjoyed it immensely. I did because I’m a car guy and she did because she’s married to a car guy or maybe because she had recently seen Eric Bana naked (we had watched the Time Traveler’s Wife the day before.) Seriously if you like cars, still remember your first car wistfully or have ever wanted to soup a car with an unlimited budget and then drive it like a mad man (or woman) on closed public streets, see this movie. Stream it if you are a Netflix member. Before you do, watch a lot of Fosters beer commercials, so you can learn to speak Australian. Eric was usually easy to understand, but his buddies who haven’t ever been anywhere outside of Melbourne could be a bit tricky sometimes. Maybe if you rent it, it’ll have American english subtitles…
When I went back to work on Tuesday I thanked James for telling me about this movie. He said, “What movie?” I could have sworn it was him as he usually visits on his afternoon break and we compare movies. James said maybe it was Chris and he’d add the movie to his queue.
Chris is another Netflix guy and we do occasionally compare movies. The trick with him is that our tastes are nearly the opposite of one another, so if he likes a movie, I’ll hate it and so on. Chris had no idea about Love The Beast either, but he’d add it to his queue. Hmmm, curious.
The next person I thought of was Bob, my manager, who has been know to trade recommendations with me every once and a while. Same story, he had never heard of it, but would put it in his queue. Now I’m really starting to wonder, who might have told me about the movie.
Ah, ha! Had to be Dave and Autumn from the Miata Club, also fellow Netflixers. We usually find some time during an event to talk about what we had recently watched and we had to see a baseball game with them the week before. I dashed off an email. Wasn’t us, came the reply, but it sounds interesting, we’ll add it to our queue.
I’m beginning to think I might have dreamed getting that recommendation.