Showing posts with label Wheels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wheels. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Going and Coming

Sort of an NRAAM post, pics on the way there and on the way back...

All photographs © 2019 D.W. Drang and The Cluemeter.
On climb out from SEA
It got a bit hazy once we made altitude, but this gives you an idea of the local terrain.
(Click to embiggenate.)
I was on the wrong side of the plane for shots of Mt. Rainier.
Too far south for Mt. Adams, Mt. Baker, or Glacier Peak.

Somewhere over the Mississippi weather started to close in.
Last 45 minutes or so of the flight into IND was rough.

On final into SEA, sunset over the Olympics 1
On final into SEA, sunset over the Olympics 2

On final into SEA, sunset over the Olympics 3
SEA has airplanes hanging from the ceilings, so naturally, IND displays race cars...


Obligatory local color/architecture shots:

The buildings in that part of town are all connected by a series of skywalks.
Most of them are not this fancy.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

$igh

Got the renewal notice for the Drangmobile's tabs.
  • $30.00 License fee funds road construction and maintenance projects
  • $25.00 Vehicle weight fee funds highway improvements, transit, and other transportation needs
  • $3.00 Filing fee funds go to the county in which the fee is paid
  • $5.00 Service fee retained by subagent, or funds ferry replacement if renewed at County Auditor/DOL
  • $0.25 License service fee supports the computer system used to provide licensing services
  • $0.50 The DOL service fee supports the computer system and reimbursement of county licensing activities
  •  $143.00 Regional Transit Authority tax.
Ohhhh, look: Sound Transit uses inflated car values to collect higher tab fees | The Seattle Times!

Saturday, April 16, 2016

"What does it mean?!"

Spent a few days down in Seaside a few weeks ago. I decided to give the dashcam I got for Christmas a try for the drive down.

Rained pretty much all the way down, and just before the turn-off to head over the Columbia, this sight greeted us:

"What Does It Mean?!"
Photo copyright 2016 D.W.Drang and The Cluemeter
Looks like one of those ends in Brigid's Dad's backyard...

This is a screenshot from the dashcam video, the only editing was slight cropping (and the copyright notice.)

If you don't get the title of this post, go to YouTube and search for "double rainbow"...

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

One would think...

...that the owner's manual for an automobile would include information like what replacement windshield wipers it takes, and how to replace them, would one not?

If one drives a hand-me-down* Dodge product, one would be wrong.

Thanks, Obamamobile!

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*I expressed my distaste for buying an Obamamobile, but Mrs. Drang was convinced she needed a car that size.
Note that several years later she went to a Ford Fiesta.
That reminds me, I think I'll check out the owner's manual on that thing...

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Carmudgeing

Carmudgeing, get? Being curmudgeonly about cars?

Anyway.

See my previous post, and put the studded tires back in the garage.

Also, if you're going to drive such a small car I don't see it until I'm halfway into the parking space, you shouldn't pull so far in. Also, consider one if those 6' bright orange flags for bicycles.

Dude, if the bumper is scraping the tire, do without a bumper.

Seen in a local newspaper: Street parking turning into bus and bicycle lanes. No shit. And Seattlites wonder why we avoid their socialist hellhole.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Thanks, North Dakota!

All you frakkers rock, too!

There may have been a loyalty point or two involved, but never mind.

One thing for sure, His Imperial Majesty Barack Hussein Obama I is no help at all.

Monday, September 29, 2014

"The sharks look hungry..."

So it has been decided to trade in the Drangmobile on a new, smaller car for Mrs. Drang to use in the commute.

Yesterday we went out to look at the selected models, the plan being to tell any salespeople "Just looking today" with various and sundry reasons why we weren't buying.

You see where this is going, right?

Turn out that shopping for a car at the end of the month, at the beginning of a new model year, apparently leads to the sales people begging their manager "I know we're getting screwed, but a sale is a sale", and smokin' deals on last years lightly used demo/courtesy model, identical to this years model you test drove.

As in, the absurd offer you made to get them to shut up is accepted.

Oh, and you remember how, in my post The Clue Meter: At The Fair I mentioned
Looked at a Ford Fiesta, and somehow resisted asking the rep if it came with a zebra head and a certificate for an amphibious landing.
It doesn't, but it is the same color. Zombie Apocalypse Green.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Neither Ford nor Mopar...

A few other sets of wheels that caught my eye at the Federal Way Lions Club Car Show.

Nissan S-Cargo. Who knew the Japanese were given to whimsical punning car names?  Of course, lately they've just had a computer generate meaningless ones...

 Myself, I tried to avert my eyes and ignore the thing, but Mrs. Drang wanted pictures, and her Korean phone refused to take it.
 Mu high school buddy Jimmy had a Chevelle SS.  Good times, good times...

Yes, a VW Beatle..
A bit customized...
Did I say "a bit"...?
When they fired it up, it sounded not unlike a top fuel dragster...

Ponies, and their siblings






This next one is just gorgeous.
Growing up in Detroit, of course, even if one did not have a direct connection to the auto industry, you probably had a relative who worked at one of the plants or maybe in an office.
Not surprisingly, tyhe Henry Ford Museum/Greenfield Village held a classic car show every year, and one of the guys' fathers won with his painstakingly restored Model A.
I told this guy I thought that he'd win, too, if he wanted to flat-bed this back there...



Apparently I didn't get a pic of the rumble seat...
 64 1/2!






Mopar!

The local Lions Club had their annual car show a couple of weeks ago, the photos have been languishing on my hard drive...



As much as I liked my Dakota, I wouldn't own one again until someone I trust assures me that they've started putting a decent transmission in them, something that will stand up to 75k+ highway miles, no towing.
That said, a Shelby Dakota is tempting...


 Not really Mopar, per se, but fully accessorized...


This baby is for sale...

Our pokey little motoring show, held in the local shopping mall parking lot for the last half-dozen years or so, is turning into quite the concourse...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Thoughts on the Commute

In which I grouse about my commute, Mrs. Drang's commute, your commute... Or just plain driving around...
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The most common make and model of car in Pugetopolis today seems to be the Kia Soul. I have no problem with this, it seems to be a practical car, not particularly attractive but not ugly, not huge but a large enough cargo area for grocery shopping, not so low that drivers of a certain age will have trouble getting in or out...
The drivers seem to be largely of Mrs. Drang's and my demographic, as the last point might indicate.  So why does Kia advertise the thing with animated hip-hop dancers hamsters? Beats me.
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Mind you, the most common type of car on the road is the "crossover", the domesticated SUV that has largely replaced the minivan. Note that they are largely identical across manufacturers. This is what happens when everyone uses the same software to design vehicles to meet government safety and economy regulations.
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If you're driving under the speed limit on the interstate stay in lane one.
  • And turn on your hazard lights.
  • And you'd better be having a medical or mechanical emergency.
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Speaking of Lane One, a new one on me:
Today, as I was going to work I spotted a truck towing an Oversize Load.  The banner on the rear of the flatbed trailer identified it as such.
As I got closer, I realized the load itself was a crate.  As large wooden crate.  A huge wooden crate, it looked big enough to hold an M1 Abrams tank, or two, in fact, one on top of the other.
You could say the crate was sizeable.
So, if you're driving a semi rig hauling a flatbed with an oversize load, which overhangs the edges of your flatbed three feet on each side and is so tall it won't fit under most overpasses, the only reasons you should not be in Lane One would be
  • Lane One is marked "Must Exit", and it isn't your exit
  • There's an accident or construction or other blocking "mess"
  • The vagaries of highway design have you merging from the left
Swerving from Lane One to Lane Four and then immediately back since Lane One is your exit is a sign that you shouldn't be trusted with a license to operate a tricycle on a playground, let alone a semi rig on the Interstate.
  • Someone's lucky I couldn't see a "How's My Driving?" sign...
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It is a little known fact that the Seattle area doesn't actually get as much rain as, say, New York. It rains frequently, but not usually heavily. Furthermore, July and August are usually bereft of precipitation, leading to obscure bloggers making jokes about the Yellow Sky Demon...
Also, it is common around here to complain that four or five days without rain causes everyone around here to forget how to drive once it starts again...
  • So, it is noteworthy that yesterday we got more rain in one day than we usually do in the entire months of July and August combined, and I saw no signs of jackassery behind the wheel. 
  • Good job!  (The fool above was spotted today, when it was overcast but not rainy.)
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Meanwhile, Seattle's answer to Boston's Big Dig has been delayed even more.  Tunneling machine Big Bertha ran into a 9" pipe, you see, that was one no charts, and it broke her tooth.  So they have to drill down to perform dental surgery.  Which will apparently take until sometime next spring.
  • I don't want to say "I Told You So"... Oh, who am I kidding?  Of course I told them so!
  • Much of the Seattle waterfront is fill, which is why it's of such concern seismically.  Why they think drilling a tunnel is a better idea than building a new viaduct is beyond me...
  • Oh, who am I kidding? They hate cars.  They hate drivers. They hate the idea that individuals have that much control over their personal movement. 
  • Who is "they"?  Collectivists in general, the Powers That Be in Seattle, specifically, who love to encourage the development of housing, as long as it doesn't include any place to park a privately owned car.
  • Jackasses...

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Helpful hint

If every single driver you pass on the interstate starts flashing his brights at you, this is what we call A Clue: Your headlights are off.

The "interstate" portion of my homeward commute generally lasts all of 15 minutes, and I saw two, count 'em two, idjits running dark.

As one of them passed me I could see that she also needed to hang up the damned phone and drive.

These were far from the only behind-the-wheel jackasses I saw today, but they may have been the most egregious.

Maybe.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Pathetic

New definition of "pathetic": Happiness at noticing that the price of gasoline has dropped from $4.189 to $4.169.

Plus, of course, the whole three cents a gallon "club card holder" discount.

I'm thinkin' the next Drangmobile will be a diesel, it's running three or four six or seven {fixt--DWD} cents a gallon less than low-test no-lead.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

R.I.P.

Carrol Shelby, 1923-2012.

Go like hell.

UPDATE: Original post made from The Salt Mines on my cell, so no links.

Carroll Shelby - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Carroll Shelby, Creator of Cobra Sports Car, Dead at 89 - Driver's Seat - WSJ

Thus far, I have few real regrets in life. Passing on the Omni GLH1 I found in the used car lot up the street from Mrs. Drang's house when we first started dating, and not hanging on to the 68 Mustang2 with the 318 Cobra Jet I bought as a commuter for my summer job at Chrysler's while in college are two. For the first I had no need of a second car, and for the Mustang, well, there is no way I could have invested the time, money , or effort to rebuild that, um, rusty, abused thing.


1. "GLH"="Goes Like Hell"--a turbo-charged 4-banger econo-box! With no external signs of that, if you overlooked that air intake in the hood.
2. Among other things, the preferred method of dealing with snowy and icey roads in Southern Michigan at the time was to liberally apply sodium chloride, and this had been a "winter car", so it was pretty "holey"--I lost some fishing gear from the trunk that way. Also, the engine mounts were bad, and the water pump vibrated so much the fan mounting bolts had cut the mounting holes into slots--it was several cut water hoses before I figured that out. The headlights worked, but the dash lights didn't, nor did the fuel gauge. Yeah, I sure do miss that car...

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I Am Disappoint

Twice over.

While there are a myriad stories out there of GPS units telling people to hang a left where there is no left to hang, the navigation program on my Droid today tried to tell me to drive 15 miles to an emissions testing station in Seattle when there are three much closer, including one about two miles away, at the time I initiated the search. (I knew generally where it was, not which way to turn, at which intersection.)

Then, to make matters worse, when I got there, the Drangmobile passed the inspection, so I failed at making sweet hippy tears on Earth Day. Damn it.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Dear 94#-xGH*

  1. Driving while talking on your cell phone is illegal in Washington State.
  2. The speed limit in most parking lots is 10 MPH, although in some it is 5.
  3. When you see someone stopped in a parking lot, with their left turn signal on, waiting to turn into a vacant parking space, common courtesy, not to mention decency, would dictate that you not park in that space. 
  4. Parking your Lexus EarthRaper SUV straddling two parking spaces, so that no one else can use either, right in front of a high-traffic store (like the UPS Store), exceeds merely "rude" and reaches out-and-out self-centered asshole status.
The fact that you were in such a hurry to get to the Family Christian Store that you ignored basic traffic rules and your fellow man indicates that
You.
Just.
Don't.
get.
It.
I hope you're haunted by CS Lewis, who can explain "Mere Christianity" to you.

*License plate number partially redacted on advice of counsel.