Hi readers. Jeanne’s 1991 Oldsmobile’s headed for someone poorer and more desperate than she is. Found herself a spanking new Hyundai with less than 100,000 miles on it and less than a decade old. Ran it through all the mechanic pre-purchase checks and online automotive and title histories, and concluded it might be okay.
Maybe it will. The Oldsmobile was doing some threatening and complaining it wasn’t getting enough treasure spent keeping it running. So I hope the Hyundai measures up and lasts a while.
I’m thinking it’s named after a place I visited in Korea while I was on leave, travelling around site seeing. Went somewhere, Taegue I think, saw a giant Buddha, rode a coal fired train around all over the countryside. And came to Hyundai down the other side of the bay from Pusan. Beautiful place.
Beautiful place all to hell, it was. Trees blooming, a serene bay with all manner of Chinese junk looking boats and smaller boats with wiggletails used as oars.
People around Hyundai didn’t see much of GIs, same as up at Taegu. I spent 30 days travelling around and a week-or-so at Hyundae. A fond memory I hadn’t remembered until Jeanne decided on that car.
Hell of a deal.
Posted in 2014, Adventure, America
Tagged authomobile, car, culture, economy, History, Human Behavior, hyundai, Korea, Life, lifestyle, senior citizens, society, sociology, transportation, travel
If you live in one of the states darkened in blue you might have already seen a Google-driven car as you gnashed your teeth over traffic jams. They’ve logged over 700,000 miles on public roads as of April, 2014.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_driverless_car
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Probably I was the last person on the planet to find out this is happening. And I should have guessed it, anyway. There’s a particular place in New Mexico where a police car sits around with a dummy in uniform at the wheel to discourage speeding. The inevitable next step was to replace the drivers of cars going past, standing their cars on their noses when they saw the police cruiser.
Admittedly the Google Driverless car doesn’t have the snazzy appearance, the pizzazz of the average cracker boxes and 1948 Dodge-looking cars running around the roads in 2014. But I think if I had a car and a few bucks to spare I’d paint it white, install a fake antenna array on the top, darken the windows, and go around ramming into things just to blow the foam off the top of a long life. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_driverless_car
Things do have a way of making the full circle. Half the drivers today are being directed by the voices of their friendly GPS devices while they text their wives, mistresses, husbands, boyfriends, parents, kids, and people they’re trying to buy something from on Craigslist. A nice Google package would relieve them of the burden of having to be distracted by red lights and road rage. In fact, the model that’s not equipped with steering wheel or pedals would go a step further to allow them to spend every waking minute texting and talking on the cell.
Put a mannequin in the driver seat and give it a cell phone to talk on and this thing will be lobbying for the right to vote and get mechanical insurance. With an inflatable girl-friend sitting in the passenger seat we wouldn’t need Americans anymore.
Posted in 2014, America
Tagged culture, google cars, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, society, sociology, technology, transportation
Hi readers. The cats and I were thinking about how, if we didn’t have representative democracy we could deal with priorities directly by national referendum what with 21st Century communications. Decide important matters directly based on what Slippery Sal the Waterfront Gal, Professor Hoodwink, Carlos the hamburger flipper and Daddy Warbucks all want for the best of everyone.
- Would you rather have $1 per gallon gasoline and go back to driving Rocket 88s and Giddyup 409s, or have a war somewhere?
- Would you rather have a job, or have everything imported from China?
- Would you rather deal with a multi-national bank, or have your financial affairs with a state or local credit union?
- Would you rather have a War on Drugs and more prisoners in the slammers than anywhere else in the world, or would you prefer to let people make some lousy decisions in their personal lives?
- Do you feel more threatened by the Mafia, foreign terrorists, or Homeland Security?
- Would you rather force US parmaceutical companies to sell prescription drugs at the same price they’re sold in Mexico and Canada, ot let them rape you and whatever kind of insurance you have?
That sort of thing.
I’m not suggesting it’s right, what regular people would want from the government, but it’s sort of a cultural given that it’s what we’ve always been led to believe this democracy thing is all about.
If the most people in the country want, say, to put severe restrictions on pharmaceutical companies and force them to price medications at the same rate they’re available in Canada or Mexico, heck, someone ought to ask them. After all, it’s a government of the people, by the people and for the people we’ve been told.
And if the most people want to move the seat of government to Omaha, Nebraska, someone ought to find out it’s what they want and do it.
But of course it ain’t going to happen. Because whatever we might have been led to believe, this thing in Washington DC we call a democracy isn’t anything remotely similar to a democracy unless the definition of the word democracy gets some twisting and turning, wringing out.
Nothing wrong with lying about it and saying it is, but recognizing our own lies to ourselves might help us deal with what we actually do have instead of democracy. Might allow us to just laugh it all off, as it richly deserves.
I have a feeling if there’d been any national referendums beginning sometime around 1950 until now this country would look a lot different than it does now. Might actually look better in some ways, though we’d have a lot more Rocket 88s going down the highways.
Posted in 2013, America, Government
Tagged cars, culture, democracy, economy, Education, giddyup 409, government, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, philosophy, politics, rocket 88, society, sociology, transportation
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I promised the other day that I’d relate one more precious memory of John and Jackie Kennedy’s Boston adventure.
So here it is.
All those men lined up along Boylston Street, including Julio, Tonyand I were still mesmerized by the thoughts of whether Jackie Kennedy would be an inspired bed partner. The street between the police cordons was vacant for a moment, when suddenly the sound of a bell clanging brought our attention back.
Hell bent down empty Boylston came a vehicle pulling an open trailer. A guy was on the back of the trailer ringing a huge bell mounted there, big bell. Church bell sized, rather than locomotive sized. On the side of the trailer was a huge sign, “KRUSHCHEV SAYS, ‘WE WILL BURY YOU!”
They zipped past us, hung a hard left around Boston Plaza, and swung in behind the emptying motorcade in front of the Plaza Hotel. Still ringing that damned bell. [Likely the granddaddy of the patriots of today, I’m thinking by hindsight.]
Friends and readers, this whole thing was not in keeping with the high standards Boston wanted in their welcoming Ken and Barbie to town. Every cop on Boylston forgot about that yellow tape and ran across Boston Plaza, pulling their billy clubs out as they ran. Wasn’t any time at all before that trailer was surrounded by Boston’s finest and all an observer could see was the backs of cops and a forest of billy clubs rising and falling.
They weren’t aiming for that bell, either. Didn’t hear it clang one single time after the first club rose and fell.
But you’ve got to admit the guy had imagination and class. A freaking liberty bell! You surely don’t see that anymore. All these teapartying occupiers just go around telling one another inane BS about what they think about guns and abortion and Wall Street.
If that guy with the liberty bell lived through the next five minutes after the cops got him, he might be still alive. He could teach these modern jerks a thing or two about how to deliver messages to the Kens and Barbies.
Having some Secret Service or Homeland Security thug put a rifle bullet through your face before the cops arrived with mace and 20,000 volt non-lethal zappers to finish you off ought not deter anyone from a little display of class and imagination.
Posted in 1960's, America, Government, Human Behavior, Politics
Tagged Boston, boylston street, cars, cops, jackie kennedy, John Kennedy, Kruschev, occupy wall street, Plaza Hotel, transportation
Went out to look it over with Gale. Nosing around inside I saw a strange looking monitor on a swing-arm. No computer I could see anywhere. Turned to the guy selling it:
“What’s that thing”
“A television and DVD player.” He pushed a button and the screen lit up, another button and a DVD popped out. “It works.”
“THAT’S a television?”
The guy looks at me like I’m crazy. Gale intervenes.
“Televisions have changed a lot since you saw one, Jack.”
Spang Rip Van Winkled again.
Paid an RV repair sales place to go over it with a fine toothed comb. Everything wrong with it at least I know. Looks better than I’d dared hope. The RV guy who checked it also thought it was impressive.
Fridge, heater, shower, sinks, water heater, generator, AC all work. Roof is steel, more akin to a school bus than an RV, coach structure is aluminum, not wood.
Got transport again and ready to rock and roll.
It was last registered in Arizona, so today it’s off to get insurance on it, then get tags. It already has a valid TX inspection sticker.
Life begins again.
Posted in 2013, Adventure, America, Transportation, Trucks
Tagged culture, Econoline RV, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, rv, senior citizens, society, sociology, television, transportation, trucks
If the guy isn’t disinformationing me about the shape it’s in, this might be the next step in the long road home. He says it’s got all new tires, spent the last 20 years under a carport, says everything works and is willing to provide the means for me to test everything before we finalize a deal.
Says it’s never had any leaks of any kind, roof, plumbing, and the structure, panelling of the coach is solid. Says it has 60,000 actual miles on the gasoline engine.
If he hasn’t sold it by the time I can get to see it I’ll have a careful look at it first chance I can manage.
Posted in 1970's, Outdoors, Senior Citizens, Transportation, Trucks
Tagged country life, economy, home, Life, lifestyle, motor home, personal, rv, senior citizens, society, transportation, trucks
When I came across this picture on the web a while back I was fairly certain I recognized it. I believed and still believe it’s the truck belonging to the man and wife wood cutter couple murdered in Catron County, New Mexico while I was working Fox Mountain. An incident I described in loving detail in the Adams Diggings book. They were found several months later, a bear having dug them up where they were folded yinyang style into a 4’x4’x4′ grave in an ancient ruin site.
Damn I love that truck. Nothing sissie at all there. A guy could drive that thing around just about anywhere he might wish to go. It’s been pre-disastered so the odds of anything bad happening in it would be nil.
Posted in 1990's, Transportation, Trucks
Tagged culture, Events, History, homicide, Human Behavior, Life, lifestyle, New Mexico, offroading, other, personal, society, sociology, transportation, trucks