…about a lot of things but specifically whether I should remove the blog from my site completely. I tend to add new entries every couple of years that say pretty much what this post does. But if you want to see ancient history, you’ve come to the right place. If you’re willing to dig some.
What? A new post?
Yes, but only because when I occasionally happen to see my website I was cringing at how old my last post was getting. I’ve got another post somewhere that talks about how I wish I was a better blogger, but the reality is that I’m just not. At least not in the past I-don’t-know-how-many years that I’ve had this site up.
Content has never been my big thing. My kids are great artists and writers and I think they’re both likely to wind up creating some kind of content for a living. I should probably try to enlist their help in keeping my site interesting and fresh but the truth is that I don’t really have a compelling reason to do so. It’s fine with me to have this thing sitting here doing not much.
I did finally get my old Linux server moved over from the amazingly loud and energy hogging HP Proliant rack mounted server it was running on. I shut it down… OK, like two years ago and just got it back on a newer ThinkServer, which is nice and quiet and shouldn’t rival my air conditioner for electricity use. When I got the RAID to rebuild, finally, I learned that one of the drives had failed so now I get to figure that out, but not until I finish backing up the data. Twice.
And on that note, I shall call this a post, such as it is. Maybe my next one will be more interesting, but since no one ever reads this stuff it probably doesn’t matter even a little bit.
The Girl in the Spider’s Web
I just got finished with The Girl in the Spider’s Web. I’d read the original books, Stieg Larsson’s Millenium Trilogy, not too long ago and they were excellent. I don’t think I’ll even try to write much about them except to say that as well as being entertaining and interesting, they are books that delivered a message (or messages?) that had a strong personal impact.
The author of the original series, Stieg Larsson, died of a heart attack (at like, just about MY AGE!) before the books were even published. They weren’t complete so parts of them were written by ghost writers. It’s done fairly well but the second book, which needed the most work, did stand out as the weakest of the three.
Maybe that’s just personal prejudice based on the idea that only the original author is going to do a good job with the writing but I didn’t know that the second book was incomplete until after I’d read it. Learning that it was partly ghost written was an “aha” moment because I’d had a hard time getting through parts of it.
Overall I liked this book. It is not as good as any of the original trilogy, but it’s worth reading. Just don’t have the expectation that it will deliver the same impact as the originals and it can be pretty entertaining.
In all fairness, the author explains up front that he isn’t necessarily trying to channel Stieg Larsson. He’s straight up about acknowledging that this is a new story that happens to use the characters created in the earlier novels. He says, “I realized early on how idiotic it would be for me just to imitate him. This is my own prose.” True and when I kept that in mind I was able to really enjoy the book.
At it’s roots it’s a spy story; bad people are doing bad things and the good people are trying to figure out what’s going on and stop them. There’s a bit of revenge thrown in but in my mind that was somewhat contrived. There are subplots and attempts are made to connect the main characters back to their roots. It is done reasonably well – the book reads in a similar fashion to the originals. It has a number of parts that come together at the end – but they’re never really separated all that much. There is mention of some of the old characters that seem to have been thrown in as an attempt to lend legitimacy to the book. They weren’t needed and didn’t add to the experience.
What seems to be missing in this book is a message with a purpose. The original trilogy was about violence towards women (and children) and served up a fresh (or at least different) view that caused me to think about a topic that I shy away from. This new book doesn’t seem to bring up anything new. It shifts gears away from personal, emotionally important topics towards corporate espionage, power and corruption. That’s all just fine but doesn’t really define a book with a purpose.
As I got towards the end I started to think of the book as though it was written about a screenplay. The characters aren’t as empathetic and don’t have the depth that was be there in the earlier books. It’s very much like more recent books that are continuations of the orignals by Tom Clancy (“A new Jack Ryan novel”) or Robert Ludlum (Jason Bourne series). Loved the originals, the “based on” books just didn’t do it for me.
It turns out that there really is something about a great, original author that can’t quite be duplicated. I guess that’s why writing is called an art.
My Porsche 928 project
I really am a lousy blogger… I should have pages of stuff about my cars but there’s nothing yet. Time to correct that oversight.
Back in 2013 I was cruising around on eBay and started looking at cars. One of my long time favorites is the Porsche 928 – my first boss had one and I still remember getting to ride in it, crammed in the tiny back seat. This was also the very first time I heard the then brand new song from Michael Jackson – “Beat It” – on what at the time was an awesome sound system. (The stereo available in the 928 was crap but I thought it sounded great back then.)
I placed what I thought was an incredibly lowball bid on a car that was up in Portland. My best friend lives up there and I go there a lot so I figured that on the off chance I got the car I’d just zip up and grab it. Short story is that I got the car and went up to Portland with my truck and trailer and brought it back.
It was a pretty nice 1980 “15 foot” car and looked to be in reasonably good shape. It started right up, went forwards, backwards and I got it on the trailer and back home without any problems. Started changing out the fluids and took it for a quick ride since I’d never actually driven one of these cars before.
Well, it wasn’t a very long drive because I learned that one of the brakes dragged somethin’ terrible. The oil leaks were nothing compared to, say, a 1985 Jaguar XJS, but there were more than a few. The worst seemed to be from the transmission which I figured was just a gasket change.
As I learned more about the car I figured out that one of my first jobs would need to be what’s known as an “intake refresh”. There’s this guy that has created some of the best dang project walkthroughs ever named Dwayne – this is his description of the job.
Well, there were more things wrong with the car… starting with the fact that it was an automatic transmission car. Turns out that Porsche built most of these things as “slush boxes” since they were a bit more luxury oriented than performance oriented. I don’t care much about that – I wanted a manual transmission.
I found this guy down in Alameda that had a 1979 car that was wrecked with only 28k miles on it. It had gone from garage to garage over the years with various people trying to restore it until finally someone realized that the subframe / unibody was bent and it was never going to work right. By the time I got it the guy was parting it out but was having trouble getting any money for the stuff.
Digression is that the older 928s were built with 16 valve engines that for the time produced pretty decent horsepower but in the mid 80s were replaced by 32 valve redesigns that bumped the output to what is still pretty respectable. (The newer car engines produce unheard of power these days – you can get a pretty reasonably priced car that will kick the booty of anything built 30 years ago.)
The 16v cars aren’t especially prized – all of them are expensive to fix and pretty much any 30 year old car needs fixing. That may change if the car ever becomes collectable but for now cars that aren’t in decent shape are basically junk. I wound up making two trips – first time I got the shell of the car with engine, second trip I got the transmission.
I spent my birthday in September of 2013 underneath a 1985 928 pulling the transmission and clutch so I now had two transmissions and the prized clutch / flywheel.
Did I mention that we remodeled our house that year? Yeah. Then we sold it and moved in 2014… Oh, and I got this idea to buy an old Jaguar that my oldest and I were going to fix up for her.
Most of those projects did not go smoothly.
That’s where I’ll stop for now. I’ll get a page set up for just the car? Maybe but the point of this ramble is that I’m finally working on the thing and actually making progress.
Well lookit that…
Today I decided that I’m a terrible blogger. I was reading , figuring that I’m an entrepreneurial minded kind of guy. Turns out that one of the things I’d have to do would be to post consistently, which if you look at the history on this website I don’t.
I’m considering the idea of making myself post things more consistently. I don’t put a bunch of stuff up on because I don’t want to be annoying and because I often wonder whether what I think is interesting would have any appeal. This is my own website so I think I can be as annoying as I want and since I get virtually no traffic (other than the ‘bots trying to hack me) it wouldn’t hurt.
We shall see what happens.
(UPDATE, Sept 2015 – complete fail.)
Also just learned that one of the coolest companies EVER is located only a few miles away. builds chips, sensors and robots. They make which looks a LOT like my 8th grade science project. Seriously.
GMOs, pesticides and food production
I was going through my Facebook news feed this morning and read a post from a friend about the 10 worst things to feed your kids. Most of the stuff on there we don’t eat, although one of the “worst offenders” is a staple in our house. I went to the original article and read it (I have a bunch of time on my hands right now, a dangerous thing) and then started surfing some of the linked articles.
Among the reasons that so many of these foods are considered awful is the use of GMO technology and various chemicals in the ingredients. I’ve done some farming work and as part of that got a pretty close look at what goes in to the manufacturing of our food – it ain’t pretty, and has plenty of negative, far reaching effects.
When I was trying to do small scale farming I was focusing on trying to produce food that wasn’t produced using a bunch of chemicals and “fake seeds” (GMO). The way to do that is primarily by reducing the artificial “inputs” and using recycled waste products – that’s what “compost” is, after all. Doing that is very labor intensive and doesn’t create the concentration needed to achieve large scale production. That’s kind of the point to small scale – it’s a rejection of the methods used in modern, industrialized food production.
I’m the first to agree that much of the food that is produced by the huge agribusinesses is not very nutritious and has stuff in the ingredients that no one should actually put in their bodies. The techniques used to grow that much food are horrible for the environment – global warming because of cars? Not in this country any more but the crap produced by pesticides, fertilizers and the equipment used to make commercial farming work is pretty bad stuff.
But the big problem that no one wants to consider is that if we didn’t use those techniques to produce food that there would be a LOT less food produced. Yields per acre using organic / renewable farming techniques are far lower than the industrial methods. It is also enormously more labor intensive to avoid the chemicals and machines.
The reason I didn’t keep trying to do small scale farming isn’t that I didn’t like it. It was hard work but that’s OK – although I must say it’d be easier if I was a little younger. The reason is that it is virtually impossible (at least, ‘very difficult’) to be competitive in a marketplace that is so used to enjoying the pricing that comes with the economy of scale. Yes, there are people that make their living doing small scale farming but I can tell you that they work harder than most of us ever will and they make very little profit.
The thing that is rarely discussed by the people who push organic / all natural foods is that it is expensive. Really expensive – and therefore not available to anyone below a certain income level (or standard of living). It would also be difficult to impossible to produce enough food for the world population without using the techniques so disparaged by the natural food movement. We’ve got starving people as it is and if we took the food production levels to what was available before the industrial revolution it would get really, really ugly.
One way to make it happen would be to make more people work in agriculture for really low wages but that isn’t a very popular notion, either.
I don’t claim to have an answer, just felt like making the observations… and am grateful that I have the luxury of having the resources to eat well – and healthy.
Day last – the scamper home
There’s really not that much to tell about my last day. I slept somewhat fitfully that night and every time I got up checked the weather. Rain – thunderstorms – and a lot of yellow and red on the weather radar. I got up around 6:30 and grabbed a quick bite to eat at the fine hotel breakfast (included with room!) and decided that there was a small window of little to no rain coming and that I’d make a run over to the local WalMart for better rain gear. And anti-fog stuff for my helmet face-shield.
Well, ran over to the store in light rain, wandered around for a while and got what I thought was a pretty decent rain suit in a large enough size to fit over my regular cool weather riding gear. Grabbed two kinds of anti-fog junk and when I went outside the rain had stopped. Nice – applied the anti-fog stuff and went back to the hotel.
Packed up, put my new rain-suit on and… it was about the size of a tent. Turns out that “XL” at WalMart means EXTRA LARGE, but that was OK. Started off – the rain was taking a bit of a break and, hoping to avoid the mass of storms in Utah and eastern Nevada went straight west towards Iowa City.
Got most of the way there before the rain hit me. Ran through some very heavy downpours, staying reasonably dry. Stupid visor was fogging up pretty bad so I had to keep it cracked open – chilly. Made it to Iowa City cold, out of fuel and hoping for clear weather.
Thinks improved for a while. Started south from there, headed to Nevada and was between storms.
There were plenty of dark clouds where I’d been and where I was going but for a while things were pretty good.
I’d never been through the northern part of Nevada and it is kind of neat. A lot like the rest but with a bit more interesting features. Pretty.
I made it all the way to Wells, Nevada, did not stop (for historical reasons – I hate that place) and things were still clear. This was about 4 or 5 hours into my day. It wasn’t until I was just a few hours from Reno that the rain started again. Wind was terrible, shredding my lovely new tent – I mean rainsuit – but I left it on since the front was still intact. I was probably looking pretty homeless but wasn’t caring all that much.
The trip through Reno was pretty unpleasant. High winds, heavy rains and quite a bit of traffic. Passing a truck in those kinds of conditions is quite an adventure, and not a very fun one.
Made it through Reno alive and reasonably well. Last gas stop was in Truckee and then I hit the very coldest part of my entire trip which was Donner Pass at 42 degress. 42 is very, very cold at 70ish mph. Rain had let up quite a bit by this point, for which I was quite grateful.
By the time I got down to my starting point in Colfax things were warming up. It wasn’t long before I got off the freeway in Rocklin, fully understanding how a drowned rat feels. Got home and was welcomed by… my dog. No one else was home, but that didn’t make me any less glad to be back here.
The End (for that one)
(“let’s do that AGAIN!”)
Yellowstone and then… oh, crap, hail?!?
It still took me about an hour after I got up before I was moving out. Still not sure what takes so long, although it is kind of a chore to fold a tent alone… I stink at folding sheets and this isn’t all that different.
At this point I’d ridden about 1600 miles, averaging 400 miles per day. The odometer read right at 2000 miles on the bike when I was in front of my brother’s house in Wisconsin and I was at 3642 in the morning. The first two days were pretty low miles and the most recent two were probably the bulk of those miles but I started to get a bit concerned about how much farther I had to go.
Day 5 was planned to be a riding day without too many stops. I needed to make some time and I’d started to want to get home. I don’t like being on the road feeling like I need to be somewhere so when I get antsy I tend to push on and drive, drive, drive… whatever it takes to get it done and I was getting that feeling.
I did want to see Yellowstone, though, and was on track for getting through there so off I went. Did I mention that Wyoming is really big? Well, despite the fact that I was “most of the way” to Yellowstone I still had a few hours of riding before I got all the way there. These were taken coming out of the Bighorn area…
…and these were in the flatlands on the way to Yellowstone:
The ride was nice, although it was now pretty darn warm. Where I’d started was quite chilly so I’d dressed warmly. I was cooking by noon, but there really weren’t many places to change. There are some pretty areas in Wyoming, even through the desert areas. Irrigation, of course:
There are some really neat places in that area that I would like to check out some day. I’d been through a couple of towns that had a pretty serious “Old West” theme going. Right before the mountain roads going in to Yellowstone is Cody, Wyoming, which reminded me of some of the towns in Nevada, but actually made me want to stop and check it out. I didn’t, pressing on…
Yellowstone is quite an experience. A lot of it is much like any mountainous area – the Sierra Nevadas, much of the Rockies (which I suppose this is almost part of), Alaska – but it has something other places don’t. Smelly steam, water and mud boiling out of the ground. I didn’t take pictures of any of that – there are plenty available online and I didn’t need to say, “see, I took this one!”
I did take a few of the roads going in. Wow, what fun – the best roads of my ride so far. Hills and curves…. lots of curves, most of them pretty mild but a few that were nice and tight. I didn’t push too hard, no peg scraping, but did let myself have some fun. On the way in there was very little traffic and I had a great time.
I’d asked about any “must see” things on the way in and was told that the falls were probably among the best sights. They were certainly impressive:
I stopped pulled in to the parking lot, rode to a convenient spot near one of the paths, parked as one can on a motorcycle and jumped off. Walked a few feet, snapped some pictures and was off again.
Going in was nice. Heading out was a real chore. The roads were just as nice but either the location or the time had brought many, many people to them. There was always someone driving 20 mph in the 45 zone looking at stuff and building a mile long train of cars behind them. I passed quite a few people and got out in front of the looky-loos a few times but there was always another one not far ahead.
I did get out and was dumped into Montana. There’s another place on the “go back” list. Talk about beautiful… I only saw a very small part of it and then I was in Idaho. As the afternoon was drawing on I stopped for gas, thinking that I’d fill up and go for the rest of the tank. I was headed for Utah in order to pick up I-80 and finish the ride back home and was hoping to get as far as possible before nightfall.
It was as I was leaving the gas station that I felt a few drops of rain… that quickly turned into a bunch of drops and then – horrors! – hail! I thought I saw that I could keep going and dodge the storm clouds so I hopped on the freeway and headed out. At first I was fine but in the nature of afternoon storms clouds just appeared out of nowhere and started dumping rain. I could see that where I needed to go was solid clouds and rain and I was headed right into it.
The rain started really coming down so I got off the freeway and over to one of the first hotels I could find. Went in, “got a room?” and that was it for the day. I’d thought the rain might let up but it didn’t and looking at the forecast showed that… I was screwed. Rain and storms “unusual for the area” and all between me and home.
Good day, crappy evening – but comfortable bed.
Day 4 – Missiles, Presidents and return to the west
There were two things I’d wanted to do in South Dakota. One of them was to go into the Badlands to a remote campground I’d found and check out the stars at night. I figure that is probably one of the best places there is to see lots and lots of stars. I had decided against it the day before both because it would have taken too much time and because I was darn tired and didn’t want to mess with setting up and breaking down camp.
These guys helped me with my thinking (odd statues in the hotel parking lot):
The other thing was to visit the Minuteman Missle Launch Control Facility. I’d seen this one online and it jumped onto the “must do” list. Knowing that the chances that the tours would be tough to get tickets to I’d decided to get up, leave all my stuff in the hotel and hope that I could get a ticket to one of the earlier morning tours.
I went off to the visitor center and got in line for the tour passes. The folks in front of me got the last passes for a tour that started at 10:30 (it was not quite 8:30) and I started to think that I wouldn’t have time to do the tour. I had to put in enough miles to get a good way through the endless state of Wyoming and also wanted to see Mt. Rushmore so I almost got out of line and took off. Glad I didn’t because it turned out there was *one* ticket left for the 9:00 tour. I grabbed it and scooted over to Delta-01.
The visitor center was about 20 miles *east* of where I’d stayed. My hotel was really close to the missile silo part of the exhibit but the “park” is broken up into three distinct places – visitor center, missile silo and launch control, all separated by quite a few miles. Launch control was in the middle so I first backtracked and then started back west.
I was not disappointed by the tour. Our guide was a retired Air Force major that had served as a “missileer” at this very facility. He was great – funny, knowledgeable and clearly enjoying his job. There are pretty good pictures at the NPS site linked above that cover most of the tour but I snapped a few.
The above ground part of the facility is a fenced in area roughly a half acre, maybe a bit more in size. The building isn’t all that big – about the size of a subdivision house – and looks a lot like it was built for a low to mid level development. Reminded me of my first house, actually.
The SubZero refrigerators caught my eye – we bought one for our last house and while I’ll be the first to admit that it was a very nice refrigerator it was awfully expensive. If one were to buy these two units at a store today, one would spend the better part of $20k.
It is the below ground part that is really interesting… it is a vault built out of huge metal bars and concrete, about four or five feet thick. There’s a door on the entrance that would put any bank vault to shame… about 16,000 lbs of steel and concrete. Again, there are good pics on the NPS site but when the tour guide asked if anyone wanted a picture in front of the command console I was all over that…
…and the older computer systems always interest me. Reliable as all getout but not especially fancy or capable by today’s standards.
The only part of my morning that I could have possibly wished were different is that I forgot my satellite tracker for my trip to the visitor and command centers so there were some miles that weren’t tracked. I got over that really fast.
Having been as lucky as I was to get into the tour I decided to scoot on back to the hotel and skip seeing the missile silo. I’ve seen those before so it wasn’t quite as big a deal to see again and by moving along I decided that I had time to go through Mt. Rushmore on my way west.
So there it is. It was kind of cool to see the mountain but it was exactly what one would expect from all the pictures. You can see it from the road on the way up and I would suggest stopping at the turnout where the mountain is visible, taking pictures there and skipping the official site. Parking was expensive – 20 bucks for a motorcycle?!? – and the facility was a really expensive looking granite structure that I guess was supposed to be impressive.
My last comment on it is that it was busy and hard to get in and out of during the off season. The parking structure is 5 or 6 levels and only the top two were much used, with people driving around and around the second level looking for non-existent spots instead of just going down one. I expect that during the summer it is an absolute nightmare – unbelievably crowded. I won’t be going back unless someone I’m travelling with really wants to.
That got me about halfway through the day. The rest was spent riding across Wyoming, “the endless state”. I did like the 80 mph speed limit but the wind was high enough that I didn’t go a whole lot faster than that. I learned that my mileage is greatly impacted by wind – it’ll knock me down into the 25mpg range at those speeds.
I managed to find a campground in the Bighorn forest that I’d seen from Google maps and thought, “hey, that would be a good spot”. Pulled in shortly before sundown, got everything set up before dark.
I finally had a chance to use my satellite tracker thingie to send text messages. Worked fine, but I did have to climb up out of the valley I was in to get a signal.
There were only a few other people camping there. Some really nice folks in a 5th wheel came over to my campsite bringing firewood with them – they said it was extra. Awfully nice of them to play Welcome Wagon, and I appreciated having my one campfire of the trip. It was cold up there so especially nice.
This was my favorite campsite of the three I used. It was right next to a mountain stream and the white noise it generated made for a really restful night’s sleep.
Mississippi headwaters, North and South Dakota crossing
During the night I woke up and heard something that didn’t quite register… a “tapping” sound on the tent. I think I thought something like, “mmmph… falling leaves” and went back to sleep the first time but later realized that I was getting rained on.
I’d been looking at the weather for the past week and had convinced myself that I was pretty much safe from any bad stuff. This was the beginning of my education – I put on my waterproof jacket and set off hoping for the best. I decided that I’d hate myself if I didn’t go check out the beginning of the Mississippi river so my first stop was a couple of miles away in the park.
Apparently there weren’t many people that thought it was a good idea to check out the headwaters that morning. The walk from the parking lot to the actual headwaters seemed to take forever. First you go across a bridge over the river…
…and wind through the trees for a while. It reminded me of a Disney ride line, not sure exactly how much longer it is going to take. There were signs along the way, “800 ft”, “400 ft”, but the walk seemed farther than that. Fake distance signs?
At last, here it was:
Pretty neat to see, especially in light of what it had looked like a couple of days before as I rode past it. After going past all the water in Minnesota I could well imagine that after it traveled for a while would pick up a lot more as it went on its way…
Then I retraced my steps back to the empty parking lot, hopped on the bike and set off. I was lucky that morning – the clouds were threatening rain and I did catch a few sprinkles but for stayed dry. I wasn’t tempting fate and had decided my next stop was nearly all the way across South Dakota so I didn’t make any stops for a while… I’d filled up right before stopping the night before so I had a couple hundred miles to burn.
I went through Fargo, thinking that somehow I’d see something that reminded me of the movie. Nope – it is a fairly small city and there wasn’t anything special about it… seemed kind of dumpy… and with no reason to stop I moved along.
North Dakota went pretty quickly. I had less than 100 miles in the state, cutting from Fargo diagonally into South Dakota. It was right before leaving that I had my one accident… at a gas station I’d filled up and grabbed something to eat and had decided to walk the bike away from the pumps. Bad idea – loaded up it is pretty top heavy and more importantly, plain old heavy. As I was trying to shove it up a slight incline I pushed too far to the side and it went over, falling away from me.
This was the second time I’d dropped my nearly brand new bike and I was quite pissed at myself. A couple of guys ran over real fast and helped me get it upright and there was virtually no damage – the Canyon Cages I’d installed after my first drop did their job. I was clearly upset and one of the guys said something like, “it’s OK, just start again”… and so I did.
I realized that I have a bad habit that simply doesn’t work for riding a motorcycle… I don’t usually eat breakfast. Both times I dropped the bike were in the morning before eating and after riding for a couple of hours. Well, riding isn’t exactly strenuous but it does work the body some when I don’t eat I wind up a bit shaky. As I ate and thought about it I decided that from then on I’d eat before getting on the bike.
The damage was slight – a few minor scratches on one of the side cases, a bit on a mirror and damaged powder coating on the cage bars. Could have been a lot worse – in fact, if I hadn’t had the cages on I expect that in addition to the side case getting mangled that the fairing would have taken some heavy damage as well.
No, I did not take pictures. Not going to, either.
Moving on, I got back on and proceeded into South Dakota. The weather cleared up as the morning went on and the ride through the northeastern part of the state was delightful. The picture at the top of the post is from that part of the ride… really pretty farmland with quite a bit of water. Nice roads with gentle curves and hills made for a great morning and the drop quickly faded.
I was cutting diagonally from northeast corner towards the Badlands in the southeast, taking various highways, turning west and south as I went along. The terrain started to get more brown, more hilly and with fewer curves. It was a long day and somewhere along the line I decided I wasn’t going to camp that night and made a reservation at a hotel. I pulled in to the hotel parking lot right before dark, ate Subway and collapsed.






















































