Thursday, October 2, 2014

$57! and oh yeah, shipping from FRANCE!

Only 57 bones for these mildly and admittedly twisted Altek levers! That and shipping...

...from another continent.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Who needs a watch anyway?!

In his blog, my brother questions the purpose of 'the luxury watch' in rebuttal to the proliferation of jewelry adds in the NYT. Well, allow our head of security, here in the Gleaming Towers of One Utahdog Center World Congress of the America's, to  retort...

I've regularly worn watches since I was 10. I've had a gazillion of them, and lost or broken most. If you have a strong interest in things mechanical, like I do, and you are generally involved in activities that are hard on things like watches, like I am, then a nice watch is rewarding. Ticking away, rain or shine, always running, no batteries, no outside energy consumed. It is a reminder to me that we can make things that last when we choose to. That said, when I bought my watch, I did it only for me. So much so that I intentionally chose an understated watch that unless you know what to look for, looks like just another watch. But I know the difference. 

When I was in college I was given a Mont Blanc pen. It is now almost 20 years old. Some things were built to last. Isn't that a good thing? Without that pen how many pens would I have lost or broken because they were cheap and they didn't matter? I could probably buy another few Mont Blancs for what I've 'saved' by not buying cases of 'Bic Clicks'. 

I don't take off the watch when I work on a car. I camp with the watch. I swim with the watch. I wear it in the ocean. I take it biking with me. Gardening. Dishes. I've wiped out many many less expensive watches, and sent more than a few back to their manufacturer to be repaired under warranty. How much money would I 'save' if I just got 20 Casios instead? 10 Seikos?

I will not take a phone to the beach. I will not take a phone with me when I ride my bicycle. I don't carry it when I work on a car. Some things should not be interrupted by phone calls or Facebook reminders. My watch only tells time, and only when I ask it to. Otherwise it makes no noise and asks nothing from me, not even that I be careful with it. That is money well spent.

But tacky watches and glitzy jewelry in general, I agree with you. Why have a red Ferrari on your wrist or hanging from your ears? We don't live in that kind of a world any longer.

Now, how do you think I felt when I was sure I'd busted the thing a few weeks back? False alarm though. Thankfully.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


Cool old crap! Old crap is the best! I know this because I am crap and I'm old and I'm pretty damn cool! Or so they tell me, my sweaty lathered employees, full of fear and reverence, during their yearly evaluations here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the America's. Grovel as they do...


In the 80's this steering wheel and the block shaped dash passed as ergonomics. Today we know so much more about designing for the human body. Take our new marble-lined long bar and hookah lounge here in the Gleaming Towers of blah blah blah. Our brass poles are aligned by the grace of God.

Oh, and some other poor sap paid a cool $90 for these pretty bits.

I heart pretty bits.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

A Kevlar Lapse in Judgement

This mildly tatty, yet enthrallingly red SDG, had a price of $100 before it evaporated from the interwebbage without a trace. For $100 there are many lapses in judgement here. Can you count them?

Bizarre arm tats that creep (Lapse 1)...

...onto the hand (Lapse 2). Note trash can #1 above the region of the saddle where your plump nibblets and scrumpus bones would nestle.

Holiest of holies (Lapse 3...$100?!?) on the nose of the saddle where your plump nibblets and scrumpus bones would definitely not nestle. Body piercing erosion of the normally quite durable Kevlar saddle cover perhaps? The tats suggest it.

The smarmy under belly, showing a twisted and random array of sloppily applied glues and adhesives (Lapse 4). And yes, trash can #2 creeps into view (Lapse 5). This is a clean kitchen obviously. Cleaner anyway, than my holiest of holies, plump nibblets, or scrumpus bones.


Saturday, September 13, 2014

Flea - Wanga

$199. When VooDoo mattered.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Dragon Pics - Part 1

On the way west to Tenn, The Dragon, or one of them, at a roadside stop in Deals Gap.

He's a freaky beast. On the other side of the road at KillBoy, the dragons are metal. More on that later.

Matt chugging Pedialyte. Don't ask.

TVA. Flooding beautiful mountain valleys since 1933.

I look like I'm protecting my nibblets.

At the hotel the first night, they had the worlds longest couch in the lobby. People in Tennessee don't control their bladders very well so all the furniture has to be covered in black rubber. OK I made that last part up.

Day two Matt mounted up the GoPros.

And we took vids at speeds that pushed me to drink after. Here at the Rivers End in the Nantahala Gorge. Nantahala Brewery product in the pint. I can't remember.

and here at the Hub Bike Shop and Pisgah Tavern, I think that is a Highlands Brewery product, but I can't remember. (Memory Loss is first sign of addiction.)

"Pink Beds Picnic Area." Euphemism?

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Shed 2.0 - Part 5, The Final

With the roof, soffits and final touches on the shed still to go, it was high time I got around to wrapping things up. I hate roofing.

Brackets and hanging plants and the Bucs flag that my brother in law made for me. The plants used to hang on either side of the carport at the old house. I didn't want to put any more holes in my new house, so I got some inexpensive brackets and put new holes in the shed instead. The flag hung on my old shed.

Water tight? Yes. Perfect? No. I wasn't consistent side to side in staggering my seams, but squatting on the shed roof and driving nails in 90% humidity in September in Florida, this is as good as I can do.

From the back.

Pirate flags and potted plants. Surrender your booty.

Soffit detail and plant bracket.

The end. 

Go away.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I hope I didn't miss da fun(k)!

Recently traded on the heavily commerced otherworldly arena of mass consumerism and... consumerism:

This fine, albeit funky Ionic Steelhead 853 frame, $229.

We had top people, and I mean TOP people, on this sale here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the America's, but then I had to get get up to get yet another PBR and while in transit slipped on some unidentified party puddle and well, a week went by and another and another and then after I finally woke up on the cold marble floor of the executive washroom/shooting range/snooker parlor (EWSRSP) with a concussion I noticed that the listing was done! I need to get a softer floor installed in the EWSRSP. I'll also have somebody in legal get that party puddle cleaned up. Those boys in legal do a magical job of making our party puddle evidence disappear.

And the fine folks at the Pro's Closet managed to squeeze almost $14 out of this SDG Saddle. Hey, Comp Ti, in blue? Rare combo, comparatively. Might as well say "Shimano Pure Guts" on it.  Funky.

And because the funk never runs out on this fat-booty shaggin waggin, here's another random picture of the Saab SPG.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Tail of the Dragon - US 129

Met the fellas a week ago in GA/NC/TN and drove up to knock this one off the bucket list...

Unadulterated mayhem on US129, aka "Tail of the Dragon", so named because within 11 or so miles there are something like 300 curves on the road. We also spent the weekend tooling around other neighboring twisties and listening to my radar detector squawk. Good times.