I saw this car.
I'm not sure how it happened, but that is how most epiphinanies happen, right? (how do you pluralize epiphiny, anyway? Has it ever been done? Should we ever do that? Is it pushing our luck?) I was playing around on the web, link, link, link, 5 degrees of seperation. that's how it is when you really want something; only 5 degrees. Anyways, there is this car. Low, light, fast. CHEAP!!!!. A super car that costs the same as a base model Z-350. This car can do over 200mph. It can do 0-60 in less than 3 seconds. It can get you laid before you leave the parking lot. What can the Z-350 do? Less than that. The thing is, I am looking for a car to build. I have the space, can get the tools, I have the experience in wrenching, I just have a thin wallet. And at $40,000 to fix up a nice Firebird that will do 125 mph when pushed, with a lot cringing, I would rather put $40K into a new car that I can push over 200 mph and not have to worry about the historic implications. Kinda like the original owners of the corvette and the rest of them.
I extend to you the dream: www.factoryfive.com/gtmhome.ht…
Dream on, my brothers, dream on.
And if you like the old Cobras, here you go: www.factoryfive.com/rdsterhome…
Come back to me on this. Oh and if all of you send me $20 or so, I can do this. Maybe I will give you a ride.
Or maybe you are too smart to fall for that. This is an art site. But you can still sent me a lot a money, right? No?
Damn.
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Yeah, I sold a painting recently. I took it to the client's house and almost couldn't bear to let it stay. They said they really loved it, so I guess it's ok. Still working on more. We'll see.
Took a bike ride at work yesterday and it hurt like hell. I would say I am a lot out of shape. We rode less than 5 miles and it killed me. I guess I need to ride more. Just a couple years ago I would ride 40 miles a day and it was all cool. Next month I gotta teach a lot of guys how to ride, and how to teach others to ride.
My work bike is a Specialized Rockhopper with disk brakes. It weighs about 50 pounds with stuff on it. My personal bikes are a Specialized Stumpjumper full suspension, and this russian magnesium frame bike I bought on ebay. Ok, I bought the frame on ebay. I spent $1800 building the thing and I love it. That bike handles really good, absorbs vibration, and has the right geometry.
Yeah, an explanation is due. Maybe.
Took a bike ride at work yesterday and it hurt like hell. I would say I am a lot out of shape. We rode less than 5 miles and it killed me. I guess I need to ride more. Just a couple years ago I would ride 40 miles a day and it was all cool. Next month I gotta teach a lot of guys how to ride, and how to teach others to ride.
My work bike is a Specialized Rockhopper with disk brakes. It weighs about 50 pounds with stuff on it. My personal bikes are a Specialized Stumpjumper full suspension, and this russian magnesium frame bike I bought on ebay. Ok, I bought the frame on ebay. I spent $1800 building the thing and I love it. That bike handles really good, absorbs vibration, and has the right geometry.
Yeah, an explanation is due. Maybe.
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Devious Journal Entry
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Lost
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I got a little lost yesterday.
Yesterday I found myself doing a little exploring in the desert. It was a nice day, about 71 degrees with a little breeze and plenty of sun. I had a full tank of gas, a new ride, water, snacks, and my cellphone. I followed one road to the end and followed another until it was also gone. There were some gates and cattle guards (those bridge things that cattle can't walk over because thier hooves get stuck) and kept going. I ran into a couple weathered Mexican ranch hands in a beat up pickup truck, hauling some sort of scrap metal. I had to pull my truck up onto the side of the little single lane dirt road so they could get by, and they just waved and drove on past. I knew I was on a private ranch, but I figured they had so much room out here I wasn't going to bother anyone. I finally saw a few cattle and a couple stock ponds, but no houses. Nothing but open desert rangeland and mesquite.
If you have ever been in the Desert Southwest United States, you will know how big it is out there. It keeps going and going. The wind blows and there is nothing to stop it. Every creosote bush and cactus looks like the rest of them and north eventually becomes south. Well, I finally came to a huge canyon. That surprized the hell out of me. It was a beautiful view, I was on the top of a large plateau looking down into a monstrous valley, cut over millions of years by the Rio Grande River. I enjoyed the view for a while, taking pictures of course (they don't translate well due to the vastness of the desert), and continued on my explorations.
When you tresspass, you have to be ready for the unexpected. I was truly in awe at what I saw next. I had stumbled upon several Soviet made Tupolev Tu-2 aircraft with Chinese markings. Being an old flyer in the military years ago, I can appreciate what lay before me. These things, all in pieces, were beautiful. Question is, how the hell did they get here? In the desert? Chinese Tu-2s?
There was a hangar nearby and, of course, I went in. There she was. A beautiful, perfect Mig-15 with chinese markings. This thing was like new. Shiny and fast.
I took my pictures and got out of there before I got caught, some ranchers don't take too kindly to strangers on their property, nor should they. It took about an hour to find a road out of there and I eventually hit the highway after the sun went down.
I used up a whole tank of gas, about a hundred pictures, all my water, and the entire day. I gotta do this again.
Yesterday I found myself doing a little exploring in the desert. It was a nice day, about 71 degrees with a little breeze and plenty of sun. I had a full tank of gas, a new ride, water, snacks, and my cellphone. I followed one road to the end and followed another until it was also gone. There were some gates and cattle guards (those bridge things that cattle can't walk over because thier hooves get stuck) and kept going. I ran into a couple weathered Mexican ranch hands in a beat up pickup truck, hauling some sort of scrap metal. I had to pull my truck up onto the side of the little single lane dirt road so they could get by, and they just waved and drove on past. I knew I was on a private ranch, but I figured they had so much room out here I wasn't going to bother anyone. I finally saw a few cattle and a couple stock ponds, but no houses. Nothing but open desert rangeland and mesquite.
If you have ever been in the Desert Southwest United States, you will know how big it is out there. It keeps going and going. The wind blows and there is nothing to stop it. Every creosote bush and cactus looks like the rest of them and north eventually becomes south. Well, I finally came to a huge canyon. That surprized the hell out of me. It was a beautiful view, I was on the top of a large plateau looking down into a monstrous valley, cut over millions of years by the Rio Grande River. I enjoyed the view for a while, taking pictures of course (they don't translate well due to the vastness of the desert), and continued on my explorations.
When you tresspass, you have to be ready for the unexpected. I was truly in awe at what I saw next. I had stumbled upon several Soviet made Tupolev Tu-2 aircraft with Chinese markings. Being an old flyer in the military years ago, I can appreciate what lay before me. These things, all in pieces, were beautiful. Question is, how the hell did they get here? In the desert? Chinese Tu-2s?
There was a hangar nearby and, of course, I went in. There she was. A beautiful, perfect Mig-15 with chinese markings. This thing was like new. Shiny and fast.
I took my pictures and got out of there before I got caught, some ranchers don't take too kindly to strangers on their property, nor should they. It took about an hour to find a road out of there and I eventually hit the highway after the sun went down.
I used up a whole tank of gas, about a hundred pictures, all my water, and the entire day. I gotta do this again.
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Punk Shows
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Ok. I went to the the wonderful world of Seattle last week like I do every year and came away with a "holy shit". First, I came into town and went to the dead baby downhill thing. Fookin kool. Had a couple of beers and some really good food at Bad Albert's (I think) super cool people there too. Then, later went to Pike Place Market and found that the only locals were the ones that worked there. Went to an African food place, and drank plenty of good beer.
OK, it was funny, cause the canibal was looking pretty local when we went into town with a full 6 inch mohawk, and a heart cut into her head. (It took a full 45 minutes to get the thing all up)
They say "don't make eye contact with the vagrants" but in this case they were not making eye contact with the kabiki. She was a little spooky.
Then we later went to the Comet and hit up a Punk show. Cool.
Gotta tell ya, I need to copy more of the canibal's cds. Good stuff.
Oh, and I got to do the "7 black crows" piece. Cool.
Really cool time.
Totally.
OK, it was funny, cause the canibal was looking pretty local when we went into town with a full 6 inch mohawk, and a heart cut into her head. (It took a full 45 minutes to get the thing all up)
They say "don't make eye contact with the vagrants" but in this case they were not making eye contact with the kabiki. She was a little spooky.
Then we later went to the Comet and hit up a Punk show. Cool.
Gotta tell ya, I need to copy more of the canibal's cds. Good stuff.
Oh, and I got to do the "7 black crows" piece. Cool.
Really cool time.
Totally.
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So there we were. My wife and I, in a megachain home improvement store, shopping for things. I needed a 10 foot long 2x4 and saw them on the shelf. The shelf was at the 5 foot level and the top of the stack of 2x4s was at about 8 feet. I stepped up, took hold of the 2 boards I needed and pulled them into the retainers, about the 7 foot level. Well, from 8 feet to 7 feet, they misdirected and didn't hit the retaining devices. From the 8 foot level the 2 boards rained down upon me, which I managed to deflect, because of my cat-like reflexes. (insert karate sound here!) I did not expect board number 3.
My wife said I looked like a bobble head when it hit me. My ears rang and I grabbed my head, thinking "son of a bitch, I already spent so much time getting what I needed and now I have to leave it all here. They won't let me take it in the ambulance." Then I looked at my hand, yup, blood. My wife said, "are you all right?" "No." I replied. Duh, I'm friggin bleeding in a store. That is far from all right. So she goes for help and they tell her to go to the other side of the store for the first aid kit. I stand there like an idiot and bleed on the floor, my shoes, and the wood, making designs in the cement. She comes back with a wet paper towel and smashes it into my wound. You know that dull pain when things are not OK but you keep telling yourself and anyone who will listen that "It's all right, I can put my eyes back in my head and re-attach my ass. Just leave me alone." Well, I make a couble jokes and my wife says she can see my skull. Not cool. Bones should not be exposed in hardware stores.
Skip to a couple days later. I have a pain in my head, a half healed cut on my forehead, and an outstanding complaint to the hardware store.
They call me and I suggest that the retaining devices be higher and the employees be better trained for situations like this. I am not an idiot and I got hurt, someone else is going to get hurt for sure.
Sooooo, in a nation of fake injuries, frivolous lawsuits, and complainers, I decided not to sue them. It would have been an easy buck. My personal values are greater than that. My fool hands lifted the boards that ultimately landed on my head, giving me the eventual scar. Now, if the manager of the place had snuck up behind me and smashed me in the back of the head with a shovel, called me a chicken plucker and tried to pop a zit on my forehead, then yes I would have called the sleaziest lawyer I could find. As soon as I could figure out which way was up.
The disturbing thing was that when my wife told my daughter the entertaining news, whe replied "how much do we get?" Ok, so when I drop something on my head, we get paid? Wrong message to send to a kid. We get paid when we earn it. Not when we fu*k up and place the blame one someone else.
Am I wrong? I feel good, except for my head.
My wife said I looked like a bobble head when it hit me. My ears rang and I grabbed my head, thinking "son of a bitch, I already spent so much time getting what I needed and now I have to leave it all here. They won't let me take it in the ambulance." Then I looked at my hand, yup, blood. My wife said, "are you all right?" "No." I replied. Duh, I'm friggin bleeding in a store. That is far from all right. So she goes for help and they tell her to go to the other side of the store for the first aid kit. I stand there like an idiot and bleed on the floor, my shoes, and the wood, making designs in the cement. She comes back with a wet paper towel and smashes it into my wound. You know that dull pain when things are not OK but you keep telling yourself and anyone who will listen that "It's all right, I can put my eyes back in my head and re-attach my ass. Just leave me alone." Well, I make a couble jokes and my wife says she can see my skull. Not cool. Bones should not be exposed in hardware stores.
Skip to a couple days later. I have a pain in my head, a half healed cut on my forehead, and an outstanding complaint to the hardware store.
They call me and I suggest that the retaining devices be higher and the employees be better trained for situations like this. I am not an idiot and I got hurt, someone else is going to get hurt for sure.
Sooooo, in a nation of fake injuries, frivolous lawsuits, and complainers, I decided not to sue them. It would have been an easy buck. My personal values are greater than that. My fool hands lifted the boards that ultimately landed on my head, giving me the eventual scar. Now, if the manager of the place had snuck up behind me and smashed me in the back of the head with a shovel, called me a chicken plucker and tried to pop a zit on my forehead, then yes I would have called the sleaziest lawyer I could find. As soon as I could figure out which way was up.
The disturbing thing was that when my wife told my daughter the entertaining news, whe replied "how much do we get?" Ok, so when I drop something on my head, we get paid? Wrong message to send to a kid. We get paid when we earn it. Not when we fu*k up and place the blame one someone else.
Am I wrong? I feel good, except for my head.
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