So, we have decided it would be in our – my dear Wife, myself and our greyhound, Mingus – best interests to add another greyhound to our house. It also just so happens that a greyhound rescue near Oklahoma City has a greyhound puppy up for adoption. Add to that a car that can get upwards of 700 miles on a tank of diesel and a weekend of cooler weather and you’ve got a recipe for a weekend roadtrip.
Yes, we are going to drive nearly 800 miles with our adult greyhound in the car to take a look at this little guy and maybe drive back with him in the back of the Golf.
My buddy Ken, who lives in OKC and will be putting the three of us up for the night this Friday commented that that little widder looks “like you transplanted a door wedge onto a headless puppys’ neck and shocked it to life” and I couldn’t agree more.
My lady is lobbying to call him “Monk”. After the hard bop jazz musician, not that retarded show. I got no beef with that but I think I would rather call him “Thelonious”. I’m also kicking around the idea of “Cannonball” or even “Julian” (Cannonball Adderley’s real first name) for the jazz and TPB connection.
Upon hearing about this plan, my Internet Lawyer, one Hazen Hammel, Esq., remarked “What are you, nuts? This is sounding more insane by the minute.” Today he provided me with a horrifying story about how to transport a large dog Romney style. While I do have a roof rack for my car, from my experiences with a rooftop carrier, this plan would cause a tremendous strain on my fuel economy and I would rather keep the dog(s) in the car. Not to mention, y’know, the disregard for animal life and borderline abuse.
With apologies to Chris Onstad,
India is hot in mid-June, real damn hot.
Ruth and Gib got married yesterday, fuckin’ congratulations
For much of the winter, diesel was about the same as premium unleaded gas. I fully understand the reasons for this – distillate demand goes up due to heating oil in the Northeast, etc etc. In the spring, that extra demand is GONE and diesel prices typically fall as gasoline prices spike.
And this year, fall they did. At one point there was over a dollar a gallon gap between the price of diesel and RUG.
It’s funny when people would talk to me about why a diesel car wasn’t a good idea, because diesel is more expensive than gas. Nevermind the fact that I get about 50 – 100% better fuel economy than most gassers – they’d never think about the actual fuel cost per mile. People have all sorts of wildly idiotic math to defend their vehicular choices.
At any rate, this is the kind of sign I like to see – both prices have actually gone down about ten cents per gallon. Plus the other fuel is 89 octane midgrade and this station has some of the cheapest fuel prices around. Leave Summit/Argo and gasoline goes up about 20 cents per gallon.
It’s been TOO FUCKING LONG – quite literally months – since I have ridden a bicycle. The problem with my previous bike ride/carpool action was 1. it got really cold and the folder is not equipped with studded tires; 2. the Damn Ryan has been reconfigured such that there isn’t a good good/convienent/nearby spot for us to meet; and 3. K- has been working earlier/later hours due to a different project he’s on.
But last Friday night, I rode my singlespeed up to the Beat Kitchen to see Mexican Cheerleader play their last show in a while. In a thunderstorm. At night.
Went down turning from Archer onto Damen – took the turn too fast and the no-name Performance Bike 26 x 1.5″ city tires slipped out on a manhole cover (thunderstorm, remember?). But as per usual, I got up, brushed the gravel out of my calf & arm, walked it off for half a block and rode the rest of the way. Nice.
I was a bit sore Sunday at Scott & Leighanne’s for Fawn’s baby un-shower, but a bracingly cold lake, lots of beer and gin & tonics took care of that.
Today, I went to a seminar that Autodesk put on downtown, just over 10 miles from home. Rode the same bike leisurely, took just over an hour what with all the stops and dodging CTA buses and whatnot.