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Jerry
The cool thing about my new Nikon Coolpix camera is that I can take it with me literally everywhere you would want a camera.
The bad thing is that you can take it places you shouldn’t go, like underneath a Suburban car that’s dripping oil, like you see in this picture.
On the phone, the NAPA guy said, “We can look at the leaking hoses when you bring the car in and see which hose of ours is the correct application.”
I said,”I can’t drive the car in, but I can take some pictures.”
I sacrificed my body by putting my eyes under the dripping oil, instead of the camera going under the dripping oil.
It was worth it. The car’s fixed.
Jerry enters a new era of automotive restoration.
When I was in Manhattan, I felt like Crocodile Dundee. I was definitely out of my element, but enjoyed the adventure of meeting new people, and slipping into the Met without paying.
There was one instance that stood out as a sour point.
Being a gentleman from the country, I decided to hold the door for an old lady. Isn’t that what my mother taught me to do?
So I’m going out of a building, and voila, an old lady is coming out!
I hold the door still for her and smile. She glares at me and starts beating me over the head with her purse.
Wham! Bam! POW!
I took my lumps, let go of the door, and slunk away. Chivalry is definitely dead.
Maybe next time I won’t try it on a revolving door.
When it comes to caving shoes, lots of people have strong opinions as to what you should wear. Some prefer hiking boots. Others say, “No, you want a thin-soled shoe like the converse tennis shoe, so you can slip through narrow passages and bend at the ankle.
Personally, I don’t care, as long as you can keep with the group.
Recently, I saw perhaps the most amazing shoes ever in the cave.
Love Culture four inch basket weave heels. Worn by model Harshita.
Shown here in “King’s Row” at Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park.
I’m speechless.
Highway 133 in Colorado is rated by the Colorado Department of Transportation to be the 5th most dangerous road in the state. The road itself is impeccable. The blacktop is kept up to standards, there are guardrails on many of the curves, and the striping paint is always well done (except for that one time when the painter wobbled the centerline for about 5 miles. We think he was either hung-over, or it was his last day on the job.)
Nonetheless, there are persistent dangers on the road that I drive seven days a week, not the least of which, are the mudslides. On the most recent episode of “Have Mudslide, Won’t Travel,” I counted no less than 30 spots where the mud came out onto the road.
It reminds me of the time we were headed home and a big slide covered all the width of the road near Redstone, Colorado. It was raining, and nearly dark. Vehicles were backed up, but a few four-wheel drive trucks were coming our way through the mudflow.
I asked my son, Caleb to run up to the slide and see if he thought I could make it through with the Subaru we were in. He came back out of breath with, “Yeah, if you go fast enough you can do it.”
So being in the mood for adventure (when am I not in the mood for adventure?) we hit the mudslide at about 30 mph. It was deeper than I expected, and the rocks were bigger than I would have wanted to go over, but hey, we were in the middle of a quality father-son experience.
The car bottom hit some rocks, and we bounced like a cheap quarter ride at the mall. The car cleared the slide, and we came out the other side with a “Yee Haw!” and a prayer of thanks.
“We may have wrecked the bottom of the car, or punctured the gas tank,” I told Caleb.
“I said you could make it through. I didn’t say you wouldn’t wreck the car,” Caleb replied.
Mud flows can be fun. Just don’t try it at home.