
On top of that, the repairs required 17 hand tools, including clippers, nippers, pliers, knives, drill, socket, needle-nose, battery charger, clips, assorted screwdrivers, pry bar, clamps, grinder, and that’s not counting tape, connectors, heatshrink, solder, and other supplies. If this scooter was not so handy, I would not bother. In fact, I’ve learned a lot about the machine and I am no mechanic. Next, I’m going to tackle a permanent mount for the GPS on the batbike. I’ve narrowed the starting problem down to something with the cathode (negative) battery cable. That could be a real savings as I was concerned we’d have to pull the motor.
Oh, speaking of that, I found $300 I must have stashed in my cookie jar last year and forgot. That hasn’t happened since I worked for the phone company, when I used to find the odd uncashed paycheck in my dresser drawer. This is not neglectful, but a sign that I am again operating at a surplus. If I was short cash, these areas are the first places I’d look. The bank isn’t any safer for storage (careful what I mean), ask anybody in Cyprus. So, it was drive to Old Navy and I’ve got a new shirt, two pair of summer shorts, and some fashionable exercise gear.
Bingo was surprisingly lively. But since I was out late enough to encroach on Friday evening, I came directly here instead of the usual stop at Karaoke. Trust me, I’ve got enough music on the brain already. The number of telltale signs that this new band is the real thing continues to both increase and stay on course. For example, one of the ways I knew a guitarist wasn’t learning my material is when he wasn’t on the phone five times a week bitching at me. I’m the other extreme, I keep this band supplied with two to three memorandums a week outlining my progress. Even when away on holidays.
I don’t memorize tunes in isolation. I find that [amateurish tactic] creates a rigid style that nobody likes a second time. I tend to study the bassist in question and you might be surprised how often it is studio overdubbing or a different person responsible for what you hear [on your favorite recordings]. A lot of funny business goes on in the studios. I can instantly detect a stand-up bass player or a guitar player pretending to play bass. I totally dislike synthesized bass, including the sound, the technique, and the mentality of those who use it. Yet, I have no objections to properly programmed drum tracks.
ADDENDUM
Here we go again with the next round of bad electronics information. You’ve heard of crystals, they are tiny oblong metal cans that generate a pulsing wave at the frequency listed on the can lid. I would like to connect one up and make it work. Once again, nothing is available, no books, nothing on-line. There is plenty of repetitious material, but not a single word on what I want—how to connect one and make it work. I would also appreciate some instructions on which one a beginner should buy, where to buy it, what I need to hook it up, and a list of basic experiments that teach me if I’m doing it right.

Where is my blowtorch? Here is an extra photo of what I mean about the fuel canister. I say again, the refillable models do not work. They lack the endurance to get the job done. See me pointing to the can on the right? That is what I mean by camp stove fuel canister. It is full of propane and will light the torch for a month of my average usage. The can on the left, well, that's your Bernz-o-matic waste of money. I have never been able to get those refills to work right and besides, they are over-priced.