Friday, December 30, 2005

Neglect.

I neglected to mention some things. Well actually.. Some people.

Cheers to Ghetto Dave and his Fam (Chris & Jen) for having us for a couple days. It was greatly appreciated and we had a ball. The food was good and so was your company. Even if you had a rat/dog running loose around the house.

Cheers to Ruth too for coming along with me and joining in on the remarkable excitement of things like spending hours on a boat catching no fish.

Did I mention I really want my own boat too now?

Well I do.

I promise I won't rant about other boat users...

Caravan of Courage

I return uninjured but remarkably darker (tan) than when I left.

I've got a billion things to show (you will however have to wait for me to dump the camera first). However I really need to have a almighty whinge about other road users first.

1. If you're not going to overtake, get the f--k out of the right hand lane. Because chances are I or someone else stuck behind you want to.

2. Just because you have overtaken another vehicle don't be so fucking ignorant that you pretend that there could not possibly be anyone else behind you that might like to do like wise. Remeber that you too were in the left lane not so long ago. I'm not breaking the sound barrier, I'm trying to keep my pace even. It's a mountain for crying out loud.

3. Merging is exactly that. MERGING. Not braking/stopping and weaving around all over the place like some blindfolded monkey on a plethora of mind altering drugs. I have absolutely no idea what the f--k you are trying to do. The only thing I can ascertain is that you are trying to kill me.

4. Apparently many motor bike riders think that places like the Clyde are a perfect place to show all us other road users how much better a bike is for getting around on. Here's a tip. If you don't want to DIE, I suggest sitting in traffic like the rest of us. Overtaking 10 vehicles against oncoming traffic over double unbroken lines during peak holiday traffic is much like signing your own death certificate. I'm sitting and waiting for the right moment, how about you try excercise the same kind of tolerance and patience I keep being preached at that I should give you.

5. If I do overtake you, there is no need to accelerate. I'm the one overtaking. You obviously weren't doing the speed limit in the first place, why now decide to totally exceed it not only endangering me but yourself and other road users. This in turn brings us back to point 3 where you still have not decided exactly what you are doing.

6. Petrol stations are for filling up your car. In particular people with gargantuan boats should appreciate the fact that they are blocking access to multiple bowsers. GET A MOVE ON. I'm not filling up because I enjoy the experience. I need fuel not the weeks f--king shopping. I and everyone else don't need to stare at the back of your fucking boat for 30 minutes. What the f-k are you doing at a servo that could possibly take so long?

Amusingly enough the trip down to the coast was an absolute breeze. Brilliant in fact. Best run I've had and the car was a dream (One less thing to worry about). Sadly, return trip was a bamboozlling mess of retards trying to kill me and the other patrons of our public roads. It comes with the territory of holidays I guess? So please people, remember you aren't the only car/s on the road.

Anyway. I've finally ditched the Canberra white skin. I actually caught some fish (nothing worthwhile sadly). D------s were broken (work that one out!). The Dune Buggy of doom nearly rolled again (and I have it on video this time!! - Will share with you once I dump the camera). I actually swam in the ocean for the first time in god knows how long and it was far better than I remember it being. Must do again and I will. I have some funny stories to share aswell but that is for another time. All this in 2.5 days.

F--king Brilliant.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

I Sniff Petrol

Which brings me to another point.

Why on earth would I pay extra for fuel when it doesn't even state the RON value and the attendant can't even tell me.

End brief rant.

The Guerilla

Rockin on down to the south coast today. I'm taking my new baby for its first real highway run (and mountain climb for that matter). Dropped past the servo to fill up before the trip. Petrol was a mere $1.14 today for unleaded. However the useless pricks only had Unleaded (91 RON), BP Ethanol Mix and Optimax (98 RON), but no 95 RON mix fuel. I've yet to be convinced that $0.13 extra a litre for OptimaxSuperFuel is giving me any kind of major fuel economy saving over 91 RON fuel. Something I definately need to look into is a ECU remap for higher octane fuel?

I get to clean the car again too. Steve kindly left quite a reasonable selection of leftover subway all over the front seat. No one is ever eating in my car again. Speaking of cleaning, dare I ask the question that "Why is it every time I wash the car it rains dirt the next day?" So flamin annoying.

Anyway, Ruth and I are gonna spend a couple days kickin it down with Ghetto Dave at Guerilla bay. I'm expecting a rather busy house when I arrive there if what Ghetto Dave said numbers were going to be like. Regardless I'm seriously looking forward to having a few brews, getting some fishing done and probably getting more sun burnt (I'm still suffering some pretty good pink belly from my Christmas morning effort). This will be the third? time I've visited Ghetto Dave's south coast palace and I can say despite the fact that neither of us ever really catch anything the trip is always a lot of fun.

In other news.. What am I talking about.. I don't have any other news.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Initial Trial

Here I am. I'm a blogger. God help me now.