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This video is an important warning. Heeding it is nearly efortless, but requires we do pay attention and take very simple actions on the afternoons of October 4th, and October 11th.
At 2:22pm on those days, the Emergency Broadcast System (EBC) has a “test” scheduled which, according to the information in this video, will contain a non-audible high frequency signal with deleterious effects on humans, possible animals and certainly those people who have been injected with graphene.
Watching this video may be one and a half minutes priceless to you and yours:
There have been uncountable […]
It is now official. The diminutive 1978 Honda XL75 Melissa’s Harley-loving brother (owns several HOGs) gave her is now known as Piglet.
The three of us find the moniker amusing and appropriate.
She has even affixed a Piglet sticker to her motorcycle helmet.
The photo to the right jumped in front of me this morning.
I think it captures the essence of Piglet, though it would be quite a bit better if the big brothers on either side were HOGS rather than a BMW and a Suzuki.
Perhaps that photo will show up here someday…
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This month has been most remarkable for the introduction by Missy’s ‘little’ brother of a “new” 1979 Honda XL75 into our household … and a new motorcyclist along with it.
While visiting him as he and I took Idaho Star’s ENHANCED STREET SKILLS course, he set his ‘big sister’ on this 174-pound motorbike hiding in the corner of his garage full of Harleys. He and I agreed it was an excellent fit, subsequently hatching a plan to move it to our garage and turn her into a motorcycle jockey.
We began her orientation ride July 1st in the […]
I got the Valentine One installed and windshield remounted Monday afternoon (July 10, 2023), then took the Patrol bike on a meaningless meander of the local twisties. I finished that ride by picking up a cooking pot my wife left at a Monday potluck in the other direction.
I filled the BMW up with fuel before and after, returning 44 mpg with quite a bit of overtaking, some to triple digits, a couple climbs up both sides of 7,014-foot Lost Trail Pass from the Bitterroot River 3,500 feet below, powering out of too many lovely curves to count, […]
1979 Honda XL75 and new rider … more than 20 years its senior
My brother-in-law has over 35 years riding, and tinkering on them, now with a stable of Harleys. There was this little Honda training bike taking up valuable garage space until his vertically modest sister sat on it during a recent visit we made to his house.
He did a thorough mechanical restoration, added rare bits to make it street legal, then delivered it to his sister. He, she and I have been working on rider training for about a week now, starting with […]
I was going to build my own utility trailer from an old boat trailer I bought, but came across a more commonsense approach at Harbor Freight. To the left is the completed unit with my added decking lumber.
Its maiden voyage was ferrying my Dr. Zee to an Idaho Star motorcycle class in Twin Falls. Here you see my wife’s brother Bruce tying it down HIS WAY for our trip back home.
Assembly was not overly challenging, but without a significant tool set, skill set and helping hand friend it would have been difficult or not […]
Sigh… apparently my turn came up again for special attention from the USofA Census Bureau.
I received bonus letters in the mail, phone calls, Agent Smith visits and, today a FEDEX overnight letter soliciting my participation in their extra-curricular data mining program.
Their constitutional mandate is to count the number of people in each household within the borders of our country once every decade. All else is what our Army calls “mission creep”, Libertarians call “government over-reach” and computer geeks call “data mining”.
Regardless of the title, I am not keen on contributing to their dossier […]
Today is the biannual celebration of control our overlords wield over details of our lives. They remind us twice a year that even little things are within their power.
For absolutely NO GOOD REASON, they send us scurrying around our houses, shops and vehicles resetting every clock and timer therein. It is just a little jab, not like they are starving or poisoning us … with that poke anyway.
I am approaching the mark where half of my life will have been spent self-employed. When you do not report for work at a time fixed by others, the […]
In my estimation, my websites are the tiniest little annoyance, minuscule, less than a pinprick. Nevertheless, five out of the five that I maintain are now being regularly probed by hackers located in Ukraine.
Really???
How do they have time for me?
C’mon Russia, give them something more interesting to think about.
You probably know one of my websites, but I built four for various purposes from commercial to politics and one for my wife to play with. They are all still standing, and regardless of their extremely low threat profile to anyone, do attract enemy […]
I am cutting back on my webpost side to regain more of my other Renaissance Man aspects.
I am master of four websites. I am still wrestling with cutting back on the out-of-pocket financial costs without resolution, but certainly can pare down the time I have been donating to this slice of my life without a solution to the expense question.
Woodwork, metalwork, strengthening my 2-way comms, building physical things, making music, reading, two-wheel-riding, wrenching, drawing, artistic painting and more have been calling to me – and I have answered their calls less than I want.
Most […]
Two-way radio communications is a tremendous subject that can and does carry people in many directions. Certainly among the most important are field communications to and from tactical and reconnaissance teams, particularly with some semblance of security or privacy to the information thereby exchanged.
Particularly well suited to teaching this fine art is NC Scout. He recently published a book on the subject: The Guerrilla’s Guide To The Baofeng Radio, which I recommend and am buying myself. He also has a web page covering a whole lot more range. I share the outline below, but encourage you to go […]
I began playing trombone at ten years old. I have taken significant breaks between then and now, but cumulatively I have probably a couple dozen years of playing – and cleaning – trombones.
Now, proving that old dogs CAN indeed learn new tricks, I have come up with a way to clean my trombone slides without kneeling, hunched over my bathtub.
I suppose this is as much a “necessity being the mother of invention” as proof my creative mind is still functioning… knees and backs being things old guys do not love to overwork.
I recently found […]
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