Please check out Tom Nardone’s new project – Trash Fishing. Please go trash fishing.
We do this in the Rouge River behind our house with high boots and laundry baskets, but Tom’s method sounds like a lot more fun. Laundry baskets remain key to the operation, so don’t forget yours.
Agent 86 is up for sale today and tomorrow!
I’ve been trying to learn about taxation in my current home state of MI due to today’s vote on Proposal 15.1 – the road tax mess. I learned enough to vote NO. Here is something that I realized early on and that I think is key to Michigan’s problem: Michigan has a bad habit of slicing and dicing tax revenue so to make the name of the tax and what it supports pretty much completely unrelated.
In most states, a fuel tax goes to pay for road construction, a school tax goes to pay for schools, and so on. But not in Michigan. In Michigan, the fuel tax pays some portion to roads, some to schools, and some to other programs. Nearly every tax levy in Michigan has a slice taken out to fund schools. This obviously helps get the tax passed (think of the children!), but in reality, it makes it almost impossible to use the tax for what it was intended for. Hence our road situation – the fuel tax has been sliced and diced so much that it no longer has any positive impact on road funding. But the children!
Had the state legislature put their collective foot down and said “you know, we’re going to shift the slicing around and make the road tax on fuel actually 100% for road repairs and size it appropriately” and then called it a day, the citizens of Michigan would likely be voting YES. Instead, they made the slicing even more complex (and expensive, and progressive).
Hopefully, today, my co-residents will also say NO to this absolute cluster of taxation and send the legislature back into session with a mandate to do something useful.
The trend to moving content away from text and toward video is exploding, and it’s been driving me crazy for a while. Last night, I finally realized why.
I am a reader, but that isn’t it.
I’m not a watcher, but that isn’t it.
What it is a control thing. When I read a report or news story, I control how I internalize the content. I control the rate, the flow, and many other factors. I can gloss over parts that I deem unimportant or fluffy and reread the parts I want to dive into. I can process the prose and get it. I can jump ahead when I want to and pick out the bits that really make the piece work and enjoy them. It’s fun and involving to read a story. Time flies.
With video, I have to wait. First, the splash screen. Then the intro. Then the obligatory introduction of the host. Then who knows what else. And the story? Well, good luck with that. The presenter has control, and I don’t have the chance to internalize it, just to watch it and hope I can get what I need from it. I figure that out of every two-minute news clip on (news site of your choice), less than half of the time is actual reporting. The credits are always at the end, too. I like the credits and they are important to me.
But more important to me is my time. And I’m wasting it when I try to watch video news.
That’s it. Just a random musing about how I process content. I guess it’s also why I have trouble with internet news lately. Everything is a link to time-wasting video.
It wasn’t the carb. It was the piston. I had an overheat a while back, and the rings decided to stick themselves into the lands. I lifted the head, which was fine, and then pulled the cylinder. Once I got the cylinder off, I looked at the piston and thought, doggone it, it’s ringbound. I really did overheat the stupid thing.
The old Narda unit came back out and went to work for a while. Both rings sproinged loose, the lower after about 10 minutes, and the upper after about 30 minutes. The oil scraper was just nasty crunky. As the cylinder is clean and the piston is not damaged to the fingernail test, I’m simply going to wait for my gaskets and rings to arrive and will assemble it and check compression.
I am quite impressed that the oil scraper held 5bar. That is just awesome.
I remember when I was first confronted with Bosch K-Jetronic, the first functional and emissions-compliant mechanical fuel injection system. I was working on my Golf I Cabriolet, tearing it down for a cleanup, and realized that Bosch had simply taken a carb apart and scattered the parts around the engine bay. That was the primary reason K-Jet has always been super-confusing to people who only know EFI: they don’t know carbs.
I used to think I knew carbs.
This Mikuni is killing me. It has more jets than a four-barrel Holley. It has more vacuum hoses and little passageways than a 1970s Jag. Who came up with this thing? And why is it killing my poor Sherpa?
Which is still not running. Poor thing is trying to fire. It is trying so hard to fire. It almost ran last night. Today, I will tear out the pilot screw (the what?), which is the buried part that controls the idle air mixture. Why not just call it that? You know, the idle air mixture screw. Ugh.
Oh, well. Here goes nothing. At least now, I know how to get the carb in and out without killing myself.
I found some pictures from a day trip to Luxembourg. I went because I wanted to check Luxembourg off my countries I have ridden in list. I also wanted to check out Spa. Turns out that some 25 years ago, I was at Spa. I rode around most of Spa when it was a public road and not fenced off yet. As we were driving over the main straight, I looked at the grey/red garages and the checked line on the road and said to my sister “I think we just crossed the finish line of the Belgian Grand Prix”. Now I know that we did. It was no where near as developed then. Unfortunately there was a private track day and I could not buy a lap to ride it. Also, no stickers. Disappointing!
Some pics, in no particular order. I appear to be missing a side case. Hmmm.
I got a Dakar seat for my F650GS!! Several failed attempts resulted in more low/normal seats, one of which I purchased and received before I figured out that it was not a Dak seat. This time, I was able to verify the seat first, and then trade my extra low/normal one for a real Dakar seat. The other rider needed and loves the low/normal seat, thank goodness. The difference between the two seats is amazing. I like my low seat and find it plenty comfy, but the Dakar seat is a completely different animal. The only word for this seat is PLUSH.
Interestingly enough, it does not put me on my toes. It only puts me less towering over the bike. I still have about 1cm of clearance and my feet are flat on the ground with a slight bend in my knees. So the new suspension will be the big event, and I will likely end up with both the new rig and this seat after a bit of acclimation. I love this seat. It is really comfy. Really really comfy. It changes the ergos of the bike slightly, and I like the riding position a lot. Make that – I LOVE the new riding position.
The difference between the low/normal seat and the Dakar seat: Dakar on top, low/normal on bottom. Both pans are identical, with the same part number. This makes identifying the seat kind of difficult.