It’s a known fact that rush hour traffic is always stop and go, except when you need a stop check a map or open your coffee. Has anyone named this effect? I purposely went downtown y’day in rush hour so I could drive around at a half mile per hour and not be out of place. This is the best shot I could get to prove I really was in Denver. It is on Colfax, I was heading back when I passed by, wondering if they had change for a quarter.
The sidecar has been a masterstroke of public relations. As I drove past a circular park a great looking lady yelled out “Give me a ride.” I pointed to the curb but I was on the outside lane. By the time I got around through the one-ways and such, it was over eight minutes to return and by that time she was gone. When women ask, I’ve taken to telling them outright that I’m single, a musician, and if they want a ride, I’ll take them anywhere they want to go. I have not owned the sidecar quite a month yet. And I notice two types of women speak up. The adventuresome and those bored by ordinary men. Both are my type, please find me the one who just wants to make me happy. Really, it isn’t all that difficult since socially I generally fly on autopilot.
That leads me to music, my primary role in meeting women. Admittedly, I’m heap new at sidecar travel and guessed what to bring along. I chose the bass, because of history. But the bass is something I know to make money with, not my selection for meeting people. That is why I went to the used musical instrument store and bought a Fender acoustic. Turns out the top location in the state is kitty-corner from where I have morning coffee, about a half-mile from here. They are the hardest nose types imaginable, they will not bend on the marked price. They got me for $118.73.
Next, I dropped into the Irish pub that has country music tomorrow. A conversation quickly ensued with another guy who also played bass and shared many of the same acerbic opinions of guitarists. How was I to know he was the owner? I’m invited tomorrow to stand in and audition. It was luck that a rain sprinkle started as I arrived and I walked in carrying the guitar I just bought. I also left behind my Markley (acoustic guitar pickup) but like I said, I’m learning this.One thing I like about Colorado is that driving around you see young pretty women. So, I’m old and won’t get any, but one needs the reminder that they still exist. You would not know that in Florida, where anything remotely good looking is assailed from all sides. This is more than a fact in the Latin areas, where marriage or relationships don’t seem to inhibit the men from hitting on every white woman they see. It is the result of a severe, innate inferiority complex. Now don’t nobody go saying I recognized this syndrome from my brothers. They had no complex. They really were inferior.
I always wave back at the pretty ones, and it won’t be long before I stop and chat. Even slowing down the sidecar, technically known as Unit 22, is somewhat complicated, as all Hondas gear down best when the vehicle is still moving. Here is a picture of the men’s room wall at the Irish pub. They re grayscale photos of Playboy pinups, which I’ve always agreed with because that is as close as most men ever get. Porno keeps beta males out of my way. The small sign by the hand dryer says not to steal the photos; the bar will print up a copy for free. That goes to show you.
Tomorrow I’ll be buying some reading material. I’ve gone through every last volume I brought or bought. Oh, and the English murder mystery? Read it yourself, the ending is abrupt, unexpected, gruesome, and most un-Hollywood. So unexpected, in fact, that I doubt it will ever make any of the American lists.
The protesters I saw last day wanted justice for some politician, so the protest was not based on justice. Politics and justice are hard to write in the same sentence. If it was some other type of criminal I’d pay attention. But politics, police, and protesters are enough p’s for any paragraph. I’ll reserve my sympathy for the far more deserving.
ADDENDUM
One cannot but noticing the larger emphasis on camping gear in Colorado. In Florida, you drive through the parks, camping isn’t that popular. Certainly pine trees and mountains fit the city man’s idea of outdoors more than a swamp full of invasive species. Several pieces of high tech gear I found more interesting than the rest.
A company called Caframo (I think) has two items I’d like to see. One is a lamp that reputedly lights up a room with a single tea candle. Called JOI (I think), it uses the heat from the candle to generate enough electricity to run LEDs to the equivalent of eighteen candles. I’d like to see that.
Then there is the Ecofan, also electric by the sound of things. Again, the current is activated by heat. This fan is meant to sit on top of a wood-burning stove. The hotter the stove, the faster the blades twirl. The result is the heat is more evenly distributed and reputedly entails a considerable drop in the amount of wood needed to heat the structure.
I discovered these items when researching BTUs, not camping gear, so no pix. Besides, I can’t hand people everything. A tea candle puts out around 2,000 BTUs, think of a BTU as the equivalent of burning one single wooden match. So the embodied energy quotient of a red brick equals over 90 candles. I’ve never seen that many burning at once.
This concludes my study of adobe houses and I think I’ll take away some useful knowledge. For instance, I learned in accounting that building anything requires material, labor, and overhead. Now I know that overhead can be split so that design becomes a separate stage that, financially, is the most important. For example, I saw a graph of car manufacturing that showed design has more impact on profit than the other three components combined. So I imagine it the same or similar for housing, but never pondered it before.
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