One year ago today: January 12, 2021, a little built-in slack.
Five years ago today: January 12, 2017, remember “personality” lessons?
Nine years ago today: January 12, 2013, my shoulder hurts.
Random years ago today: January 12, 2010, 3rd heart attack.
So, we don’t have a mechanic who install the bypass sensors. That means we call on the robot club. Before I do that, let’s review what we know about sensors. They work on voltage, and the “normal” reading tends to be in the 50% range. The O2 sensor we know operates on 1 volt. There are two sensors, before and after the catalytic convertor. Common sense says since this is an emissions control device, the controller is the sensor on the exhaust or downstream side. It must detect emissions over a range of conditions.
Easy, a capacitor. A quick look on-line says the sensor has either two or three wires, you would only be interested in any two that are not black. Ah, here’s a photo showing they are blue and white. Black wires are power or ground, so don’t mess with them. What we don’t know is the size of resistor needed to keep the capacitor in operating range, but trial and error, starting with the largest resistor, is the way to go about finding what works. Now to find the location of the wire and a junk yard. I will get stuck buying at least one new sensor so I can calibrate.
That was the end of the fun part of the day. From this point, every damn little thing went wrong and since that was the superlative tone of the day, I am, blogwise, compelled to tell that tale from the trailer court. First I loaded the scooter in the van and it would not set upright enough not to drip gas. So I crawled in there and used my legs to prop it up while I slid a 2x4 to brace it. I get around three blocks and a fire-rescue van cranks on the lights and blocks the road. I had to hit the brakes. The scooter tips off the prop. The fat lady cop motions everyone to turn around now, but I can’t because I have two or three stoopy-doops behind me. I have to wait till they move, meanwhile the gas is dripping.
I finally get to the side road to the dealership and sure enough, this lady pulls behind me like I’m in her way. I can’t speed with the motorcycle aboard and she will not pass. So I took the side road to throw her off my trail, she takes the side road as well. You see, the road is so narrow I have to back into the dealership and I can see this bitch is not going to let me do that. So I finally returned to the bypass road, parked, and got out of the van with her two feet behind me. I started to unload the scooter. She was fat, stupid, and ugly, and the only reason she backed up a few feet was she was afraid I’d scratch the paint on her SUV, leased for 29% APR. I made her wait.
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By now the van is heated up and that’s when the problems occur, so I headed for the laundromat. There is a sign I needed to see the business hours on the way, I was going to read it as I pulled up to a red light. The cross traffic started moving until a truck about half a block back got to right where I could not see the sign. And stopped. For no apparent reason. Cars had to brake and drive around him. He sat there for at least a minute, and when my light turned green, began to move at the same time that I could not read that sign even then. How do they know?
Multiply this out and that was my day. And the reason it took me five and one-half hours to deliver the scooter 10 miles and get back here. There’s the scooter in the van, a real truck is big enough to do these things. I got it in there by myself, you know. Ain’t no hillbillies around when you need ‘em. You can see the braces holding it from flopping down and spilling gas. Unloading is super easy. I did manage to pick up some pallets. But by the time I got home and fixed the hinges on the shed door, popped a load in the dryer, and stowed the groceries. It was to dark to continue. Here are some pallets I picked up on the way. That’s another thing real vans can haul around.
Inside, there was coffee and that’s enough to sustain me over a wonky stretch. I’m confident things are going well with the new venture and we will soon have some “sales”.
Last, there is good news out of Bulgaria. The government there tried to enforce truly repressive measures using the police and military, so it is difficult to compare with Biden’s “mandates”. However, the government over there had to barricade themselves indoors and use police to physically push demonstrators off the steps. Remember, world, it only takes one successful revolution to set off a string. And it looks like somebody is getting close.
The only surviving free speech platform, Gab.com, is being assailed from all sides as far right. The others are just jealous, the more so because Gab is picking up dozens of major personalities who got banned on youTube and such. Gab is essentially nullifying the primary weapon big tech was using , namely the ban. We’ll see how long they can take it, because when an account changes, you get bet a chunk of their readership follows. That’s a guess, I know not and care not how big tech works.
ADDENDUM
The government in DC has finally authorized the training of army troops to fight American citizens. A fictional country called Pineland is the stage for mock battles against an armed guerilla enemy composed of ex-army personnel and specially trained civilians. As always, the Democrats will screw up everything and it is unlikely any significant number of soldiers would ever open fire on civilians, or his comrades would put him out of his misery on the spot. Still, DC has spent a year discharging any free thinkers in the military.
World Mobile is launching tethered balloons in Zanzibar, one of the few places left on Earth where the populace cannot stream live porno. The island is dry land, so why don’t they build towers? The claim is that the balloons are cheaper. They must be refueled every two weeks. Something doesn’t tally, I mean they could build towers with cheap labor. The balloons will last until the first hurricane.
This picture? That’s the latest Emma Watson. I dunno. She’s starting to look more and more like an Emma Watson every passing year. She’s about the same age as Taylor Swift yet somehow, I can’t see myself making even blog innuendos about Emma. She’s the Grateful Dead of the acting world, not that good at what she does but a good media bet on a slow news day.
