Can you see the eBike in the rain outside the local BK? I was waiting out the usual summer afternoon shower and just happened to have a coupon for a free Whopper, the first I’ve had in maybe fifteen years. I didn’t care for it. The eBike has enough miles on it now to draw conclusions. The battery is good for around 20 miles at 12 mph, but you are really dragging for the last 5. You could likely get 25 miles if you use pedal assist and traveled a constant 8mph without ever stopping. Most juice is used when you speed back up after a halt.
Unexpectedly, the bike is not that great going during rush hour. The walk lights are not timed for pedestrians and the cyclist will often lose any gained time by having to wait for breaks in the traffic, and motorists do not normally give you any leeway. This is not civilization, this is Florida, where big important men drive big important trucks, don’t you know? So get out of their way when they are heading for the casino or hooker row. I’ve got nerve, ragging on guitarists who don’t give a real listen to bass lines, then I catch myself at it today. I heard the original of “Help Me Make It Through The Night”. I’ll be up late until I get that note for note. Y’day I customized a bass line to “Pistol Packin’ Momma”, sort of to chunk it up into this era. The way Willie would have played it if his bass player didn’t have such an inferiority complex. For a novel country stomp pattern, turn up the 20Hz slider and listen to “Tiger By The Tail”. This old stuff can be quite fun it you let it.
Did you see the article about the 32 year old pregnant lady in Pacifica, California who was killed by “one” of her pit bulls? Police shot the dog. Here’s a statement you could take two ways: What a dumb, stupid animal. And you think I’ve got a steep learning curve. Or the ex-soldier in Cleveland who was convicted on 82 counts, including rape and 11 murders? One can conclude the local cops, having cleared up all their important issues like speeding tickets and interviewing hookers, finally got around to this guy. He had seven medals or certificates from the culturally diversified and equal opportunity Marines.
Is it that tough to find a man out there? I wonder from the killer’s picture how odd it is that any woman would actually go out with a creep like that, but what do I know about the dating challenges of his victims, all 30+ black females? Gals, he had just got out of prison serving 15 for attempted murder. For unknown reasons, the authorities declined to specify which on-line dating service accepted his membership, although Ohio police state several enquiries to eHarmony.com asking for comment “were not returned”.
Not one to waste the occasion, I took the eBike for a fourteen mile jaunt out to Presidential Circle. No need to ask if it was a round trip, since I normally return here at the end of the day, and you know, this place is starting to take on the usual look of my premises. Half office, half living space. That’s how you can tell people who gets thing done in this life. Their living room isn’t a showpiece and people can actually sit on the furniture.
When I was 19, I met a “rich kid” from college and we visited his parent's place. It was in suburbia with a living room facing the street showing expensive drapes and sofas. All for show. They lived in the back on milk crates and dined on a lifted picnic table. Nobody was allowed in that living room, both kids slept on foam mats on the floor. It was still the same ten years later when his kid sister left home. When I said rich, those parents put both the children through college.
While auditing my books for 2010 I came across this scrap of information. During that year, I was long awaiting the results of an appeal for health insurance, which I finally won. On the date before the first check arrived, my books show that I had $112.83 left to my name. You might say that’s cutting it mighty fine, but if certain people had not let me down, I would have had $3,600 in reserve. That just goes to show you how unschooled peasants have a sixth sense of when to start screwing you around, they can practically smell other people getting ahead.
[Author’s note: That last item is not to say I only had $112.83 left in the world. It is a joke to think I could be wiped out by losers and cranks like those involved here. But in local funds allocated for the waiting period, that was the balance of all my Florida accounts on the last day. Of course, I had reserves. But what I can’t figure out is what those people hoped to gain by attacking. Maybe infamy? I can confirm they have gone down in history as jerkfaces, and after a number of years, their names get published. Even if I die.]
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