When did this happen?
Hmm, tasty.
My calipers are on there way from Japan, finally (they weren’t shipped until Oct. 4 and I bought them some time in August.)
And Apple has released their MacBook Pro with Intel’s Core 2 Duo processor.The only thing better than both of these would be 24 hours of uninterupted sleep.
"And the road goes on forever and the party never ends."
On my way home from work this morning, taking the usual route when I came on a part of road that has some deep trenches on the side and headlights were coming from them. At first I though it was just a cop waiting for an unsuspecting motorist to fly by at the wee hours of the night, so I slowed down. As I was passing by I saw what was a Porcshe 911 Carrera trying desperately to get out. So I did a u-turn, got out of the car, and then tried to assess what had happened. I walk up to the driver door and obviously the guy is distracted and doesn’t notice me until say something. He’s cursing but in a non-aggressive way, slurring mostly, and everything is ‘fuck’ this or that. He asks what would be the best way to get the car out and I tell him a logical explanation. He attempts it and I walk away because I can see the guy is plastered and don’t want him to damage the car that isn’t mine (Stacey’s Miata). The car sat there spinning its wheels and kicking up dust. I get back out of the Miata, walk up to his car again and notice that his driver rear tires is pretty much off the rim now. I inform him of this but he is still insistent to get it out and spins the tires some more. I guess me being there as a frame of reference clued him in that he wasn’t moving after spinning the rim again. He gets out of the car and barely can stand on his out two feet and inform me he has to piss. At this point I’m laughing at him, thinking what an idiot; you caused about $5,000 worth of damage to your Porcshe and now you just whipped out your penis to take a piss with no buffer zone. In fact I decide to get in the car, the direction he is pissing and he still doesn’t turn or anything; I’m just glad it was dark. As I’m getting out of the car I grab his keys and notice his phone which I grab and put into my pocket thinking maybe he’ll sober up and remember who to call and what the password is to unlock his Treo 650. I tell him that it would be best to leave now before the cops show up and you can deal with this tomorrow. I offer to talk him home, after a couple of drunken unthoughtful "No-s" I convince him. He gets into the car and we’re off. Its really too bad the radio wasn’t working because I heard his life story over and over. But I started to piece together what the deal was. At this point I’ve found out that, he is in Saginaw because he is sleeping with some much younger female, his name is Mike, he might still be married or is going through a divorce, makes reference to living 1.4 million dollar house, feels like he has accomplished nothing in life (or at least has nothing to show for life now because it has all been lost), and his wife is/was cheating on him. After driving him for 1/2 hour in Lake Worth he recognizes a street and informs me to turn down it and he seems to know where he is going. We show up at this house that can’t be worth more than $60k. At this point I’m just so curious to find out what this guys deal is I stay there to make sure he gets in the house. He knocks and a 10 year old answer the door, I’m thinking ‘wtf its 4 in the morning, what are you doing up.’ But the kid recognizes him so I think at least we are at the right house. The father/Coy comes out shirtless (he had a lot of tattoos, the one that caught my eye was the confederate flag that looked like he got it when he was 17), I’m thinking ‘What the hell is this guy hanging out with these people’. After about 10 minutes of them trying to figure out what to do, a car shows up. Two very attractive/slutty females show up in this brand new 2006 Honda Accord. One gets out and goes in the house immediate, the other one (driver) gets out and starts yelling at the Mike. She attempts to drive off but Mike jumps in front of her (really his car, at least he paid for it) car and they start yelling again full profanity enough to wake up the neighbors, I decide its time for me to leave. I get to the end of the road and its a dead end so I turn around and by this time the stripper (recent dialog has pointed me to this conclusion) has left and Mike is leaning against the house waiting for Coy to come back out. I stopped and ask if everything is alright. He starts talking and the other female comes back out and tell Mike that they can’t use their only car to run errands for him because Coy has to go to work in less than an hour and she explains she is pissed because you woke up her kids (the other ones). They’re exchanging words over the Miata and I quitely ask her where he lives so I can get him out of there. She says Los Colleenas and ask where is that? Dallas, "What have I got myself into" I think. He gets in and we drive towards Dallas. I drive doing the speed limit the entire way there, both of us in silence except for the occasional "What the fuck man….(why am I here, who are you, where do you work, and what is up with these bitches.)" I eventually get him to his 1.4million apartment complex and he get out gives me his number and I drive home.*Update*Michael gave me a call today, in this very professional voice. "Hello, is this Jason? This is Michael S_______. Could you tell me where my car is, I’m travelling on 183 right now and was hoping you could tell me the rest of the way there." I tell him the directions in the verbose way I do and also my assessment of the damaged he received. "Jason I really appreciate all that you did for me last night and I apologize, you really didn’t need to see that. I am going to take care of you (Implication of money payment for saving him at least $4k in complications with the police.)." You could tell he was embarrassed and ashamed. Hopefully he’ll cut me a check otherwise I’m keeping the phone. I’m all about being a good samaritan but when someone helps you to evading the law at there own risk I believe there is a price.
180 MPH Speedometer into the 240SX.
I just finish installing the modified 180SX JDM speedometer gauge cluster. Basically you can solder in a resistor to the adjuster which lowers the base resist enought to adjust the KM/H to accurately indicate for MP/H.
Update:
Due to the interest of a few individuals:
How to convert your Euro/JDM S13 speedo to read in MPH. This is the guide I used. I highly recommend checks your points for the correct values before soldering.
http://www.zeroyon.com/index/content/view/20/47/
Also here is a guide for converting the S14 Euro/JDM speedo to read in MP/H.
http://forums.freshalloy.com/showthread.php?t=124389
Again with the two jobs.
Short Version:
After working 40 hours straight not even a near head on colision could over come the exhaustion (My heart rate didn’t even jump when a car had drifted into my lane).
Long Version:Well the staffing firm at Motorola finally called me back on Friday. Monday was my first day there. I had planned to fall asleep by 6pm on Sunday expecting to get 10 hours of sleep before this binge of no sleep. Well it didn’t go according to plan, I fell asleep at 8/9pm and then woke back up at 12am and couldn’t go back to sleep. (So far were looking at about 3 hours of sleep) I can say at Motorola wasn’t all that unpleasant, from what I understand so far of my duties at work is to sit at a computer copy and paste data into a report using an Excel spreadsheet and based off that report fix errors in the system. I got to work at 5:15am and didn’t leaving until 6pm. I went to Panda Express afterwards because there are so many carbs and protein for an order I feel expectational well afterwards. Well I eat all of it quickly and then proceed to set my alarm on my phone and fall asleep by 7pm. My alarms goes off at 8:45pm, I didn’t even hear it. I didn’t wake up until 12am and sort of sprung out of bed, fully awake; thinking ‘shit’. I considered my options and after a moment of self debate I decide to go to work, really I could still make it for the priority one freight and they always need someone to run the stuff. My boss and the team lead sort of stunned that I was late and so at that. My superiors’ responses ranged from ‘glad of you to join us’ to ‘are you alright’. Matty, my co-worker, was ecstatic to see me, thinking that he would have to work alone all night with a bunch of cranky old ladies. Well I left the logistics company at 4am (its Tuesday at this time) and proceed to Motorola, I slept about an hour in my car before I had to go inside and work. A brevity of Motorola, it is wildly inefficient. There are at least 5 different databases for inventory, incoming orders, out going orders; they even actually track some records by strictly paper. I don’t care that much because at least 1/3 of my time there is spend doing my own thing (ie, internet connection and/or extended breaks). I didn’t get to leave until 7pm because the managers decided to throw an unscheduled meeting at the end of our shift. That meeting was so long that I couldn’t get in a short nap before returning to the logistics company. On my way there going down a curvy two lane road, coming from the opposite direction a car trying to over take semi tractor trailer almost had a head on collision with me. I was so exhausted I didn’t even get a spike of adrenaline; oh well.
Quote of the day.
"Having offspring is like a run-on sentence. It just doesn’t end." ~ Me
Generally I’m not opinionated but damn people lets be a little more appreciative of what we have in life.
Background:We have this neighbor. He is in his late sixties or seventies. He has a wife that is twenty years younger than him and they are still sexually active, or at least a nine year old daughter would indicate that. I’m writing about him because he is a grumpy old man that needs to appreciate life. You see his two daughters who drive both park in front of the house I live at. It is an inconvenience for us because our house hold owns 5 cars, three of which are large (trucks/mini van). Granted the 240 is a garage queen, the other 4 cars have to share the driveway and street. Which means I’m usually stuck with parking my Saturn in the street in front of my house.
The story:
Today he approached me as I was moving cars around to get my 240SX into the garage. I had parked my Saturn in front of his house because it was the only available spot in close proximity to the front door (and I’ll admit I partially did it out of spite.) He questioned who’s car that was, if they live in the house, why they had parked in front of his house, why they can’t park down the street, why my inspection sticker is up, and why there is grass wedge in-between the tire and the rim of it. Him being an elder I answer the questions with "Yes, sir" or at least respectfully. I’m feelin’ no love for the old man who doesn’t appreciate the 20 year younger vagina he bangin’ away at. He prides his lawn, perhaps I should wait until winter when the grass is dead and salt his lawn.