I am starting to realise that every time I have to do work, I warm up by writing in this sorry excuse for a diary. I do realise how self-centered it is.
Oh well. You can't have everything.
Anyway, I brought work home. I do it regularly. I call it 'homework'.
This is payback for all the years in school in which I never handed in my homework. Not once.
While trying to fix a creak in my seat/post after dinner, I realised that it wasn't coming from my seat post or the seat rails.
It was coming from my bottom bracket.
Immediately, I got paranoid and inspected the frame for cracks.
Nothing. Nada. But still creaking. Dad, in his infinite wisdom, said that one of the bearings in the bottom bracket must be worn and causing the creak. And probably one in each side of the bottom bracket.
I had to be sure, so I went and cleaned the bike just to check the frame for cracks.
No cracks. And after working in some 3 rounds of WD40, the creak disappeared completely.
Dad is awesome.
It rained today.
And I can't wait for my new wheels.
Shimano WH-M565 Medium Range Mountain Bike Wheelset.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
One Is the Loneliest Number
Today's entry is brought to you by the letters 'I', 'Z', 'M' and Aimee Mann.
One, by Aimee Mann
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number
That'll you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know
It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time
Just making rhymes
Of Yesterday
Because one is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
Much much worse than two
One is a number divided by two
One, by Aimee Mann
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number
That'll you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know
It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time
Just making rhymes
Of Yesterday
Because one is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
Much much worse than two
One is a number divided by two
Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
If You Can See This, Make Me A Peanut Butter Sandwich.
I'm not lonely or anything.. but if you're on MSN and you are reading my blog, add me. I'm filmlab@h**mail.com (rhymes with botmail).
Ok who's kidding who. Chase me ladies, I'm a Monopoly money billionaire!
But seriously add me anyway. Male, female, rider, driver.
See you there.
Ok who's kidding who. Chase me ladies, I'm a Monopoly money billionaire!
But seriously add me anyway. Male, female, rider, driver.
See you there.
Everytime You Speak Bad English, God Kills A Kitten.
From : Ducharme Alarm System
Sent : Wednesday, July 26, 2006 11:05 AM
To : "Mr Special"
Subject : RE: Confirmation: CARD Transaction ID: 183016167 - Ducharme Bicycle Alarm
| | | Inbox
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Attachment : image001.gif (0.10 MB)
Hi Mr Special,
I’m sorry to hear that your alarm has not yet arrived. It was despatched on the 11th July and should have arrived by now. The delivery address we have for you is:
Name: Special Wong Fun Wai
Address: Clementi Ave X, Blk XXX, #04-158, Singapore 120XXX Singapore Singapore
Postcode: 120XXX
Country: Singapore
Is this correct?
Kind regards
Kate Grant
From: Mr. Special [mailto:filmlab@botmail.com]
Sent: 25 July 2006 15:08
To: Admin@cybernexus.co.uk
Subject: RE: Confirmation: CARD Transaction ID: 183016167
Dear Sir,
I am still waiting for details on the shipment. I wrote to check whether the
shipment was indeed sent to the correct address, as it is now th 11th
working day and still no delivery yet. How long more should I continue to
wait?
Please respond, thank you.
Mr Special.
Sent : Wednesday, July 26, 2006 11:05 AM
To : "Mr Special"
Subject : RE: Confirmation: CARD Transaction ID: 183016167 - Ducharme Bicycle Alarm
| | | Inbox
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Attachment : image001.gif (0.10 MB)
Hi Mr Special,
I’m sorry to hear that your alarm has not yet arrived. It was despatched on the 11th July and should have arrived by now. The delivery address we have for you is:
Name: Special Wong Fun Wai
Address: Clementi Ave X, Blk XXX, #04-158, Singapore 120XXX Singapore Singapore
Postcode: 120XXX
Country: Singapore
Is this correct?
Kind regards
Kate Grant
From: Mr. Special [mailto:filmlab@botmail.com]
Sent: 25 July 2006 15:08
To: Admin@cybernexus.co.uk
Subject: RE: Confirmation: CARD Transaction ID: 183016167
Dear Sir,
I am still waiting for details on the shipment. I wrote to check whether the
shipment was indeed sent to the correct address, as it is now th 11th
working day and still no delivery yet. How long more should I continue to
wait?
Please respond, thank you.
Mr Special.
You Could Die.
Mandatory warning: Newbies... don't drink and ride. You could die.
That said, I went out and got rip-roaringly drunk after work.
When I woke up this morning, my first thought was ... I can't remember anything that happened last night.
Then it slowly came back to me.
The shameless ribaldry. The little scuffle with the neighbourhood hooligans. The resultant endless tickling of my mate's feet with a stolen peacock feather while I looked on helplessly.
Actually I really don't remember much of it. But I took pics. Here:
Those must be the brain cells that die when you drink.
But I feel renewed. They use alchohol as cleaning agents, you know. Works great on rims, windows, computer monitors -- why wouldn't it work on a brain? Or a heart?
And now its time for the report today.
The report today.
Nothing happened, except that my fork has developed a clicking sound when extended into 100mm, and the seat rails are squeaking again. Got to go visit the LBS and borrow their tool.
Did I just say something dirty?
This morning I passed by a guy riding a mountain bike - he looked like he might have been on his way to work?
And because he was a guy, I decided to drop him. I mean, there's nothing to look at.
I have a bunch of Bob Marley on my ipod today. Going to love the ride home.
There was no report yesterday. I was upset.
Here's the lyrics to 'Bad Boys' by Marley, presented in l33t speak. Why? For no damn good reason.
B4D B0YS (7h3m3 fr0m C0PS)
by |NN3R C|RC13
B4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 w4nt, w4tch4 w4nt
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n Sh3r|ff J0hn Br0wn c0m3 f0r y0u
7311 m3
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Y34h34h
CH0RUS:
B4d b0ys, b4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n th3y c0m3 f0r y0u
(R3p34t)
Wh3n y0u w3r3 3|ght
4nd y0u h4d b4d tr4|ts
Y0u g0 t0 sch001
4nd 134rn th3 g01d3n ru13
S0 why 4r3 y0u
4ct|ng 1|k3 4 b100dy f001
|f y0u g3t h0t
Y0u must g3t c001
CH0RUS
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n th|s 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur m0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur f4th3r
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur br0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur s|st3r
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n m3
CH0RUS
(R3p34t)
N0b0dy n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
P01|c3 n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
S01d|3r n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
N0t 3v3n y0u '|dr3n n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
H3y h3y
CH0RUS
(R3p34t)
Why d|d y0u h4v3 t0 4ct s0 m34n
D0n't y0u kn0w y0u'r3 hum4n b3|ng
B0rn 0f 4 m0th3r w|th th3 10v3 0f 4 f4th3r
R3f13ct|0ns c0m3 4nd r3f13ct|0ns g0
| kn0w s0m3t|m3s y0u w4nt t0 13t g0
H3y h3y h3y
| kn0w s0m3t|m3s y0u w4nt t0 13t g0
B4d b0ys, b4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n th3y c0m3 f0r y0u
(R3p34t)
(Y0u'r3 t00 b4d, y0u'r3 t00 rud3)
(Y0u'r3 t00 b4d, y0u'r3 t00 rud3)
B4d b0ys, b4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n th3y c0m3 f0r y0u
(R3p34t)
(R3p34t)
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n th|s 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur m0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur f4th3r
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur br0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur s|st3r
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n m3
CH0RUS
(r3p34t 't|1 th3 3nd)
That said, I went out and got rip-roaringly drunk after work.
When I woke up this morning, my first thought was ... I can't remember anything that happened last night.
Then it slowly came back to me.
The shameless ribaldry. The little scuffle with the neighbourhood hooligans. The resultant endless tickling of my mate's feet with a stolen peacock feather while I looked on helplessly.
Actually I really don't remember much of it. But I took pics. Here:
Those must be the brain cells that die when you drink.
But I feel renewed. They use alchohol as cleaning agents, you know. Works great on rims, windows, computer monitors -- why wouldn't it work on a brain? Or a heart?
And now its time for the report today.
The report today.
Nothing happened, except that my fork has developed a clicking sound when extended into 100mm, and the seat rails are squeaking again. Got to go visit the LBS and borrow their tool.
Did I just say something dirty?
This morning I passed by a guy riding a mountain bike - he looked like he might have been on his way to work?
And because he was a guy, I decided to drop him. I mean, there's nothing to look at.
I have a bunch of Bob Marley on my ipod today. Going to love the ride home.
There was no report yesterday. I was upset.
Here's the lyrics to 'Bad Boys' by Marley, presented in l33t speak. Why? For no damn good reason.
B4D B0YS (7h3m3 fr0m C0PS)
by |NN3R C|RC13
B4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 w4nt, w4tch4 w4nt
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n Sh3r|ff J0hn Br0wn c0m3 f0r y0u
7311 m3
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Y34h34h
CH0RUS:
B4d b0ys, b4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n th3y c0m3 f0r y0u
(R3p34t)
Wh3n y0u w3r3 3|ght
4nd y0u h4d b4d tr4|ts
Y0u g0 t0 sch001
4nd 134rn th3 g01d3n ru13
S0 why 4r3 y0u
4ct|ng 1|k3 4 b100dy f001
|f y0u g3t h0t
Y0u must g3t c001
CH0RUS
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n th|s 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur m0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur f4th3r
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur br0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur s|st3r
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n m3
CH0RUS
(R3p34t)
N0b0dy n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
P01|c3 n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
S01d|3r n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
N0t 3v3n y0u '|dr3n n4w g|v3 y0u n0 br34k
H3y h3y
CH0RUS
(R3p34t)
Why d|d y0u h4v3 t0 4ct s0 m34n
D0n't y0u kn0w y0u'r3 hum4n b3|ng
B0rn 0f 4 m0th3r w|th th3 10v3 0f 4 f4th3r
R3f13ct|0ns c0m3 4nd r3f13ct|0ns g0
| kn0w s0m3t|m3s y0u w4nt t0 13t g0
H3y h3y h3y
| kn0w s0m3t|m3s y0u w4nt t0 13t g0
B4d b0ys, b4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n th3y c0m3 f0r y0u
(R3p34t)
(Y0u'r3 t00 b4d, y0u'r3 t00 rud3)
(Y0u'r3 t00 b4d, y0u'r3 t00 rud3)
B4d b0ys, b4d b0ys
Wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0, wh4tch4 g0nn4 d0
Wh3n th3y c0m3 f0r y0u
(R3p34t)
(R3p34t)
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n th|s 0n3
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur m0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur f4th3r
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur br0th3r 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n y0ur s|st3r
Y0u chux |t 0n th4t 0n3 4nd
Y0u chux |t 0n m3
CH0RUS
(r3p34t 't|1 th3 3nd)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
You Make Me Look Good.
The report today.
I woke up early and it was raining. But while brushing my teeth I noted that the sun was shining out in the East and hence that part of the world might be dry.
I could coast at 11-13 km/h and not get my ass back and chin wet with backspray from the wheels, then speed up when it's drier.
So while coasting, this ang moh lady on a commuter bike (wearing a helmet, also fitted on barends and a motorcycle-style hardbody baggage rack on rear) overtook me.
She looked like she was working really hard. She's kinda petite.
Anyway so, I kept on her tail for a while. It's been a long time since I've had any female company. It's pathetic.
What was funny was that, when a huge truck overtook us, she gestured in the air at the driver!
LOL!
Ok in all my few months riding the bike to work, I've only ever been irked enough to raise the one-fingered salute *once*. Even when the Merz popped my mirror off, all I did was to put it back on, ignore the bugger and ride off.
This lady gets buzzed by a large vehicle and she has to curse? Lady this shit happens all the time.
Imagine everytime you get frustrated, you wobble a bit. And then imagine the next large vehicle behind you.
Freaking amusing.
It was a GREAT ride to work!
Very much helped by Erasure:
A Little Respect
(From the album "WHEATUS")
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason, you know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no . . . Soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me.
And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me?
We can make love not war, and live in peace with our hearts
I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover?
Don't you tell me no. . . Soul.
I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect to me.
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no. Soul.
I hear you calling.
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me.
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me.
I woke up early and it was raining. But while brushing my teeth I noted that the sun was shining out in the East and hence that part of the world might be dry.
I could coast at 11-13 km/h and not get my ass back and chin wet with backspray from the wheels, then speed up when it's drier.
So while coasting, this ang moh lady on a commuter bike (wearing a helmet, also fitted on barends and a motorcycle-style hardbody baggage rack on rear) overtook me.
She looked like she was working really hard. She's kinda petite.
Anyway so, I kept on her tail for a while. It's been a long time since I've had any female company. It's pathetic.
What was funny was that, when a huge truck overtook us, she gestured in the air at the driver!
LOL!
Ok in all my few months riding the bike to work, I've only ever been irked enough to raise the one-fingered salute *once*. Even when the Merz popped my mirror off, all I did was to put it back on, ignore the bugger and ride off.
This lady gets buzzed by a large vehicle and she has to curse? Lady this shit happens all the time.
Imagine everytime you get frustrated, you wobble a bit. And then imagine the next large vehicle behind you.
Freaking amusing.
It was a GREAT ride to work!
Very much helped by Erasure:
A Little Respect
(From the album "WHEATUS")
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason, you know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no . . . Soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me.
And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me?
We can make love not war, and live in peace with our hearts
I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover?
Don't you tell me no. . . Soul.
I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect to me.
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no. Soul.
I hear you calling.
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me.
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me.
Monday, July 24, 2006
YOu were a Twat.
The report today.
At 8:48am, a lady-driver, mid-40ties, driving a grey Nissan or some shit like that, tried to pull into a bus-stop.
Conveniently, she surged ahead of me and cut me off, forcing me to hit the brakes.
I could go around her on the right, risking a collision with a bigger vehicle (without the benefit of time to check for oncoming vehicles.)
Or I could slow down and take this one on the chin.
Instead, I cut to the left where she wanted to go. I took the opportunity to make my space and give her a good glare, making sure she saw me as I finally passed her.
Witnesses: All at the Farrer Road bus-stop.
The next time this happens, if I'm forced to stop, I'll snap a pic of the arrogant twit or twat.
If another car tried to do this to them, they'd be fuming too.
In other news... this week I covered 163 kilometers - in one week.
I know 40 of it was due to going up to the hills and off-road on Saturday, and about 100 of it for the commute.
That means I have about 20 kilometers missing from my memory.
You can tell the week sucks for me if the mileage is high.
People with lives don't ride this much.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Got Mud?
Just after where I took these pics, the wind was shaking tiny little leaves down from the trees.
It looked like snow, only green. I would have taken a video but it can't beat being there.
Also, I grew a mud moustache today.
I love it when the bike is dirty. Oh yea, this is my Nike sticker:
Despite the relatively dry conditions, my handling of the bike wasn't all that great today. A major contributer is my increasingly worn out to the bones front tire:
The threads look like they've been exposed to major trauma, with hundreds of tiny fissures and cracks on close inspection. I reckon they are going to be nasty in wet weather.
Just as well that I'm getting new wheels. Will switch out the tires at the same time.
This tire has seen more than 2000 kilometres. I don't know how many exactly. I've been beating it on the road ever since I started riding to work, and way before that, perhaps a couple of years in which I don't know how many kilometers were covered.
And given that I rode on roads so much.. I hardly wear out front tires. I must have changed the front only a maximum of 3 times in all the 8 years I've had this bike. So actual mileage may be quite a bit higher.
If you must know one thing about me... it is that everything I own lasts and lasts. Perhaps they are more durable to begin with.
I am also a careful rider. In all these 8 years, I've only ever had 2 flats. I've had 2 accidents on the road, in which a kid opened his door just as I was coming through, and the other in which a Mercedes Benz popped my mirror off in the rain.
That is not to say I don't push the limits sometimes. I almost endo-ed twice today on downhills, even though I have been checking back my speed coz of my tires.
And by almost, I mean I could feel the back wheel come up when I juiced the front. The second time i bounced a bit too much on a few step-like slopes - just a tad bit too much tap on the front and I would have flown for sure.
But with 24 years of cycling behind me ... I think I know how to keep my rear planted. It would be plenty stupid to fall down for no damn good reason - ie riding too fast.
I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere.
After all, I have no where to go.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I Declare Today 'Cute Butt Thursday'.
Here we have old pictures of Toblerone and Maurice, way back when the world was young , their parts were new, and their gibblets were shiny.
And then my computer crashed last fall and I lost all those pictures of them in their halcyon youth.
I cannot spell halycon. Halycon. Halcyon. Halcion?
Here's an interesting fact. I sweat less now on my way to work. Can it be because of the lightened bike? I am awesome.
Hokay, here's the 'mao mao joke'.
Once there were 10 fresh eggs sitting in a tray in the fridge. As usual it's very boring in the fridge, so with nothing to do, one of the eggs started investigating the surroundings.
Suddenly he spied something that made him very excited. He turned to the egg next to him and said, 'eh, ni kan, na ge ji dan, hen errr sin! mao mao chin se de!" (hey look, that egg at the corner is so gross! he's SO hairy and green!)"
The other egg got a shock and gave the gross egg a long stare and turned to the egg beside him, urging him to take a look at the furry egg.
And so it went on. 8 eggs in a row passed the message on to the 9th egg, who was sitting beside the odd egg. Just as the 9th egg turned around to look at the poor ridiculed egg, the egg said....
"KAN! KUA SIMI KUA! WO SI KIWI FRUIT!" (SEE WHAT SEE! I'M A KIWI FRUIT!")
THE END.
And then my computer crashed last fall and I lost all those pictures of them in their halcyon youth.
I cannot spell halycon. Halycon. Halcyon. Halcion?
Here's an interesting fact. I sweat less now on my way to work. Can it be because of the lightened bike? I am awesome.
Hokay, here's the 'mao mao joke'.
Once there were 10 fresh eggs sitting in a tray in the fridge. As usual it's very boring in the fridge, so with nothing to do, one of the eggs started investigating the surroundings.
Suddenly he spied something that made him very excited. He turned to the egg next to him and said, 'eh, ni kan, na ge ji dan, hen errr sin! mao mao chin se de!" (hey look, that egg at the corner is so gross! he's SO hairy and green!)"
The other egg got a shock and gave the gross egg a long stare and turned to the egg beside him, urging him to take a look at the furry egg.
And so it went on. 8 eggs in a row passed the message on to the 9th egg, who was sitting beside the odd egg. Just as the 9th egg turned around to look at the poor ridiculed egg, the egg said....
"KAN! KUA SIMI KUA! WO SI KIWI FRUIT!" (SEE WHAT SEE! I'M A KIWI FRUIT!")
THE END.
I Am Sorry For Your Loss.
Still no bike alarm.
"Monday, July 10, 2006 9:11 PM
Hi Mr Special,
Thank you for your order. The alarm will be despatched to you today. Delivery takes between 5-7 working days.
Kind regards
Administration Team
Email: admin@ducharmealarmsystems.com
Web: www.ducharmealarmsystems.com"
Today is the 7th working day.
No one tried to run me over today. People smiled and waved. Drivers blew me kisses adoringly through their windshields and pedestrians tried to give me money as I cycled past.
Traffic lights turned green before I had time to apply the brakes. Buses careened into the next lane to give me a wide berth and motorcyclists tried to give me high fives as they passed me by.
The traffic police got wind of my award-winning commute and showed up with a 6-strong motorcade escort, and as I arrived at my office building, I was dazzled by the glare of flashing cameras, deafened by the roar of cooing spectators and immensely turned on by a bunch of sexy cheerleaders.
In other words, today, I feel like 12 different kinds of shit. Bonus: locked myself out of the house today, leaving my keys and ipod behind.
Thank you, Murphy. You and your law have been kind to me. I enjoy your company too.
What do I have to look forward to?
"Monday, July 10, 2006 9:11 PM
Hi Mr Special,
Thank you for your order. The alarm will be despatched to you today. Delivery takes between 5-7 working days.
Kind regards
Administration Team
Email: admin@ducharmealarmsystems.com
Web: www.ducharmealarmsystems.com"
Today is the 7th working day.
No one tried to run me over today. People smiled and waved. Drivers blew me kisses adoringly through their windshields and pedestrians tried to give me money as I cycled past.
Traffic lights turned green before I had time to apply the brakes. Buses careened into the next lane to give me a wide berth and motorcyclists tried to give me high fives as they passed me by.
The traffic police got wind of my award-winning commute and showed up with a 6-strong motorcade escort, and as I arrived at my office building, I was dazzled by the glare of flashing cameras, deafened by the roar of cooing spectators and immensely turned on by a bunch of sexy cheerleaders.
In other words, today, I feel like 12 different kinds of shit. Bonus: locked myself out of the house today, leaving my keys and ipod behind.
Thank you, Murphy. You and your law have been kind to me. I enjoy your company too.
What do I have to look forward to?
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
I Kill You. I Kill You Dead.
Now normally, I'm a very mellow person. Fruit ripen in my hands. Baby rabbits think I'm their mother. Coconuts fall off trees at my approach, even when they aren't coconut trees.
So what I say next will be surprising. I want to say, what's up with all you drivers who can't slow down before a turn and must make ME slow down to a stop, then overtake?
You mad fuckers. I'm giving you a choice here. YOu can either spend an extra 5 more seconds waiting for me to pass the turn, or drive through and kill me on the spot.
And if I don't die, I'll fucking reach through the cracked windshield and press your eyes out with my bloody thumbs while defecating on your dashboard.
Which will it be?
Fuckers.
I MAY have had just a little too much coffee.
So what I say next will be surprising. I want to say, what's up with all you drivers who can't slow down before a turn and must make ME slow down to a stop, then overtake?
You mad fuckers. I'm giving you a choice here. YOu can either spend an extra 5 more seconds waiting for me to pass the turn, or drive through and kill me on the spot.
And if I don't die, I'll fucking reach through the cracked windshield and press your eyes out with my bloody thumbs while defecating on your dashboard.
Which will it be?
Fuckers.
I MAY have had just a little too much coffee.
Have You Scraped Your Tongue Today?
Don't do it. It's gross and it's wrong.
So anyway I cabbed down to the LBS (Local Bike Shop) after work yesterday and bought a new chain.
At first I was thinking of getting my bike down so that I could get the Man to install the chain.
I have a chain breaker but no idea how to use it.
The Man said, it's easy. Try it. Grow some balls for a change.
So I did. As it turns out, chain-breakers are easy to use.
As a bonus, I broke the chain at the wrong link to get it down to the right length (just match the old chain length), and promptly gave myself a brand new steel splinter in my forefinger.
Damn, that fucker HURT. So not cool. But for a while I knew how Wolverine must feel to have adamantium in his body. No wonder he's so grouchy.
So now that I am a certified bike mechanic, what are the advancement prospects?
As soon as I can bang a derailleur cogs and chain rings out of sheet metal, TIG-weld my own tube frame, I can apply for Master Bike Mechanic status.
I'll be able to diss customers (and they'll have to take it), wear baseball caps the wrong way round, and grow myself a manly stubble that's more than a goatie and just shy of a yak.
Then it's on to machining my own bearings and casting my own spokes to achieve Bike Mechanic God status.
Mortals will fear me. Bikes tremble in fear at my approach. I can pee from my bike without first getting off.
Muaha. Muahaha. MUAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!
Sorry.
In other news, I took off my mirror. It does add something to the weight. I feel lighter but that could be the hangover talking.
The new chain is tighter and shifting is noticeably more decisive.
I want a new wheelset.
Formula Xero Element Mtn XSM-1
Imagine that on this:
Now hold that thought.
So anyway I cabbed down to the LBS (Local Bike Shop) after work yesterday and bought a new chain.
At first I was thinking of getting my bike down so that I could get the Man to install the chain.
I have a chain breaker but no idea how to use it.
The Man said, it's easy. Try it. Grow some balls for a change.
So I did. As it turns out, chain-breakers are easy to use.
As a bonus, I broke the chain at the wrong link to get it down to the right length (just match the old chain length), and promptly gave myself a brand new steel splinter in my forefinger.
Damn, that fucker HURT. So not cool. But for a while I knew how Wolverine must feel to have adamantium in his body. No wonder he's so grouchy.
So now that I am a certified bike mechanic, what are the advancement prospects?
As soon as I can bang a derailleur cogs and chain rings out of sheet metal, TIG-weld my own tube frame, I can apply for Master Bike Mechanic status.
I'll be able to diss customers (and they'll have to take it), wear baseball caps the wrong way round, and grow myself a manly stubble that's more than a goatie and just shy of a yak.
Then it's on to machining my own bearings and casting my own spokes to achieve Bike Mechanic God status.
Mortals will fear me. Bikes tremble in fear at my approach. I can pee from my bike without first getting off.
Muaha. Muahaha. MUAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!
Sorry.
In other news, I took off my mirror. It does add something to the weight. I feel lighter but that could be the hangover talking.
The new chain is tighter and shifting is noticeably more decisive.
I want a new wheelset.
Formula Xero Element Mtn XSM-1
Imagine that on this:
Now hold that thought.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Holy Smokes.
Turns out I had more to add last night.
While tuning the brakes and lubing the drive-train, I broke my chain.
I thought my front derailler had exploded in a shower of tiny parts, it was that loud. Coasted to a stop and saw the chain had fallen off.
That's okay. That chain must have seen well over 12 thousand kilometers. For a $30 dollar part, that's plenty of bang for the buck.
So I cabbed to work today. Had to pull an all-nighter for work.
While tuning the brakes and lubing the drive-train, I broke my chain.
I thought my front derailler had exploded in a shower of tiny parts, it was that loud. Coasted to a stop and saw the chain had fallen off.
That's okay. That chain must have seen well over 12 thousand kilometers. For a $30 dollar part, that's plenty of bang for the buck.
So I cabbed to work today. Had to pull an all-nighter for work.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
We are all Goofy Goobers.
Goofy Goober
Extract:
Anyone and everyone, we're all Goofy Goobers. You may think you're all sophisticated and cool and have nothing to do with "Goofy Gooberness" but on the inside you're a kid and one of the many Goofy Goobers around the world. Join your fellow Goofy Goobers and ROCK!
Chorus
I'm a goofy goober (rock!)
You're a goofy goober (rock!)
We're all goofy goobers (rock!)
Goofy goofy, goober goober (rock!)
Put your toys away
Well, all I gotta say
When you tell me not to play, I say "No way!"
No no no no no way
"I'm a kid", you say
When you say I'm a kid,
I say "say it again!" and then I say "Thanks"
"Thank you very much"
So, if you're thinking that you'd like to be like me
Go ahead and try, the kid inside will set you free
From left: riding cap, Lizard Skin chainstay protector, riding gloves.
Frame, wheels, newspaper, kitchen.
Tennis and bike washing today. I also take this time to rub and tickle the Moose-stang's smooth blue underbelly.
Nothing more to add.
Extract:
Anyone and everyone, we're all Goofy Goobers. You may think you're all sophisticated and cool and have nothing to do with "Goofy Gooberness" but on the inside you're a kid and one of the many Goofy Goobers around the world. Join your fellow Goofy Goobers and ROCK!
Chorus
I'm a goofy goober (rock!)
You're a goofy goober (rock!)
We're all goofy goobers (rock!)
Goofy goofy, goober goober (rock!)
Put your toys away
Well, all I gotta say
When you tell me not to play, I say "No way!"
No no no no no way
"I'm a kid", you say
When you say I'm a kid,
I say "say it again!" and then I say "Thanks"
"Thank you very much"
So, if you're thinking that you'd like to be like me
Go ahead and try, the kid inside will set you free
From left: riding cap, Lizard Skin chainstay protector, riding gloves.
Frame, wheels, newspaper, kitchen.
Tennis and bike washing today. I also take this time to rub and tickle the Moose-stang's smooth blue underbelly.
Nothing more to add.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
About A Toy.
Ok, so there's two posts today. I'm bored, you see. And this is as good a time to document my life as any. After all, I'm Still Not Yet Dead (TM).
I realised the other day while talking abt my bike to David, that all my toys have 2 things in common: wheels, and suspension.
I'm going to talk about all my toys in the sequence that I acquired them.
Toblerone
The first one. I've always wanted an off-roading radio-controlled car. And was too poor to afford one when I was a kid.
Named Toblerone because it ran smooth as chocolate. Tobs is a Team Losi Mini-T Stadium Truck, scale 1:18th. It runs 280 brushed/brushless motors and 2/3rdAA battery packs on an AM radio and it's a 2-wheel drive.
Features out of the box included independant swingarm friction coil suspension, a two in one electronics unit, the ability to run off 4 AA batteries, and a 2 channel AM radio.
Tobs has had several upgrades:
3Racing Aluminium Coil over Oil Shocks
3Racing SSG Carbon Fibre double-deck chassis.
3Racing SSG Bulkhead Reinforcer.
3Racing Titanium Turnbuckles.
3Racing Alloy Bulkhead.
Full ball-bearings upgrade.
Tamiya TEU-01 Electronic Speed Control and a Hitec AM Receiver.
Hitec HS-55 Feather Servo.
Nosram 6-cell 7.2 volts battery packs.
Topcad 5-spoke alloy wheels with tires.
Team Losi yellow plastic rims with Mini-Smashers tires (2 sets)
Team Losi Ball Differential (uninstalled)
Team Losi Volkswagen Baja Bug body (unpainted & unmounted).
GPM Alloy ball studs & ball-cup rods. (installed 2).
Numerous original spares (steering block, swingarms, etc, body extension posts, body clips, etc).
To date, I've worn out one set of rear tires, and burnt out 4 motors, broken 2 bulkheads and destroyed 5 steering servoes.
The sheer amount of breakage makes this thing a money pit.
But I love it loads. Wonder what it's worth now. I reckon I must have spent close to $600 on the entire truck.
He's been run in the rain, in fine sand, in leafy underbrush, and on slippery wet tiles. The best thing about him?
He's fast like a rat on fire. He's a miniature missile, a pocket rocket.
And he's in traction right now, because I've burned up yet another motor. Need to get a new one. Probably from HPI, the same one used in the Jack the MiniZilla.
Maurice/Herbs
This cute little fellow is a Kyosho Mini-Z Monster 20th Anniversary Edition, 2-wheel drive, 1:28 scale. Features out of the box included:
Kyosho Blue vinyl wheel nuts
Single Axle Suspension, sprung with Kyosho Coil over Oil Shocks.
KO Propo 2 channel AM Radio
Kyosho X-Speed 180 motor.
Fully Ball-raced.
When he's wearing this yellow beetle body (custom-made and shipped from the States), he's named Herbs.
This is the original silver Twin-Force body that came on the Anniversary edition. I call that Maurice.
I also added a set of night-driving lights from Hong Kong. They have:
- 1 blue pilot lamp that blinks fast when being driven, slower when stopped, and then turns off after 15 seconds of inactivity.
- 2 white LEDS and 2 amber LEDS in front,
- 2 red LEDs for the rear which work just like regular brake lights on a car :D
Upgrade history for Maurice/Herbs:
VW Beetle Bug body.
Topcad alloy 5 spoke rims.
GPM Alloy fore and aft shock mounts.
GPM 0 degree alloy front knuckles.
Atomic elastic coated antennae (orange).
3-layer FET stack.
Currently broken: Front chassis steering pod, Steering Rod, rear bumper/wheelie bar, battery clips.
The Monster was the most expensive out of the box, but parts are also cheaper and broke less. I reckon I must have spent about 600 dollars on it too.
Pricey little bugger. Because he was so tiny, I never let him out of the house. He's a house-monster.
Check out the articulation on him. I like to do jumps and stunts, hence the broken bits.
My Mini-Xs
These used to be named Herbs coz they came with a New Beetle body. But then I bought a new body and Herbs didn't make sense.
The Mini-Xs were the cheapest of the lot. I actually bought two, after I burned out the motor on the first one.
Features:
Upgrades:
Tamiya 1:24 BMW Z3 model kit (body shell replacement)
Total cost to date: $200
The best fun to have with the Mini-X is to drift it around the house, Initial-D style. Awesome. They run really fast too.
That covers the trucks and cars.
Cuba
It always starts like this. I buy a cheap toy and end up buying more expensive versions.
Cuba isn't the first tank I had. The first one had no name because it got broken in rather a hurry and I didn't have time to feel attached to it.
Cuba was a pickup at a toy store, and for 39.90, it had independant rubber tracks left and right, AM radio, and built-in sound, plus the turret swivels and the tank has to be started (ignition) by pressing the 'ignition' button.
The genius of the tank is that it allowed me to go over terrain previously impossible with my 2-wheel drive trucks and cars. And with a wireless camera mounted on it, my exploring joy finally knew no bounds.
Here's a view of what you'll see.
The only upgrade was to replace the original antennae with a longer one, which extended its range.
Currently Cuba doesn't run well if at all. I must have put it through more than 60 hours of running. Depending on your luck, he'll start up.
Don't count on it.
Hoagie.
With the demise of Cuba, I began to wonder what the logical limits could be for a moving camera platform. Suspension would let it travel over more terrain. Soon, I picked this up on Yahoo Auctions.
Hoagie, as I would call it, was a Marui Tiger.
The awesome thing about Hoagie, was that while it had fully working suspension via coil springs, a super-detailed model quality construction, and detailed plastic tracks, overlapping wheels with rubber rims, turret traverse, gun tilt and an aluminium barrel -- all great stuff, Marui is a collector's item in Japan -- the turret also contained a self-powered spring piston air-gun.
Yes, an air-gun. The thing shoots 6mm pellets out of its aluminium barrel, and it shoots them *hard*.
This was the most awesome thing since sliced bread. I immediately had thoughts on how I would make it even awesomer, as is my nature.
After thinking about it for a while, I decided to swap out the tank's electronics. It did not have proportational control, which made targetting with the tank gun pretty much hit and miss.
I needed better. I need 6 channels, 2 for propulsion, 1 for turret traverse, 1 for gun tilt, 1 to fire the gun, and 1 more for auxliary (read: for this channel, anything goes, from power saws to shovel blades to even a 2nd gun! the only limit is your imagination).
So I went and ordered a couple of IC controller boards designed for amatuer robotics.
I must have spent $250 dollars on these boards:
Each board had 2 channels main plus one auxiliary, giving a maximum of 6 channels.
Swapping out the electronics was easy.
I also purchased a Hitec Optic 6 6-channel FM radio and a micro FM receiver, and patched the battery compartment to the crystal socket so that I can recharge the batteries without having to take them out.
Did the idea work?
Hell yea. I sold my wireless camera, bought a new one (this one is smaller and comes with a sound channel). I was plinking army men and soft drink cans with abandon.
Driving around with a wireless camera is a lot like playing an Xbox simulation, only more fun.
In fact, fun and games went on all year round. Until someone lost an eye.
No actually, what happened was, I fired the gun so much, I stripped a gear in the firing mechanism. And just like that, Hoagie was dead to me.
Presently he sits on the desk with his innards all over the place. Until I can get a replacement gun mech, that's where he's staying. I'm aiming for December.
Hero
I got Hero to replace Hoagie. Hero is a VSTank Abrams.
The only upgrade thus far was plastic treads. I actually prefer rubber treads but they stressed out the drivetrain.
So much so, that I have stripped some gears inside.
It's time to replace the motor pod.
Ever notice how things keep breaking? Thank goodness spares are available.
I have great plans for Hero. I bought some ultra bright white LEDs AND infra-red LEDs. My plan is to mount a laser pointer on the gun, so that I can have laser targetting :P. And use the LEDs to make an FLIR (Forward Looking Infrare Red) optics system, all turned on and off by the 6th unused channel.
And a couple of proximity sensors back and front to detect edges.
Think of it. A laser-targeted, FLIR enabled, full suspensioned, 6mm remote mobile gun platform. And then the plan was to buy some ICs and program a self-roving robot that would shoot at laser-designated targets.
Watch out, cats.
How much will I be able to sell Hero for? My estimate places it near $700.
Thereabouts.
More when the modifications are complete.
Jack
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack go under limbo-stick..."
Jack is my last purchase.
Jack is a HPI 1:18th MiniZilla, with 4-wheel drive, friction coil shocks and a Twin Vertical Plate (TVP) chassis.
There are absolutely NO upgrades. None. Zip.
I am too broke from maintaining the rest. I want an extended chassis TVPs and aluminium oil shocks upgrade though.
Bouncy little fellow. Also a house-truck at the moment.
Runs on the same batts as Tobs, so save a bunch on batteries.
This is what Jack aspires to be when he grows up:
The Rest
My other toys.
I play a lot of tennis. Tennis + bike + ipod makes my world go round.
And my dragon of course. Named him William, after William Blake. The girl's named Helen.
Racket is named Natasha. (russian players so hot.)
I like naming things.
Thus concludes the taking stock of life. I'm tired.
Oh yea, this is me playing with my toys.
I'm out of here.
I realised the other day while talking abt my bike to David, that all my toys have 2 things in common: wheels, and suspension.
I'm going to talk about all my toys in the sequence that I acquired them.
Toblerone
The first one. I've always wanted an off-roading radio-controlled car. And was too poor to afford one when I was a kid.
Named Toblerone because it ran smooth as chocolate. Tobs is a Team Losi Mini-T Stadium Truck, scale 1:18th. It runs 280 brushed/brushless motors and 2/3rdAA battery packs on an AM radio and it's a 2-wheel drive.
Features out of the box included independant swingarm friction coil suspension, a two in one electronics unit, the ability to run off 4 AA batteries, and a 2 channel AM radio.
Tobs has had several upgrades:
3Racing Aluminium Coil over Oil Shocks
3Racing SSG Carbon Fibre double-deck chassis.
3Racing SSG Bulkhead Reinforcer.
3Racing Titanium Turnbuckles.
3Racing Alloy Bulkhead.
Full ball-bearings upgrade.
Tamiya TEU-01 Electronic Speed Control and a Hitec AM Receiver.
Hitec HS-55 Feather Servo.
Nosram 6-cell 7.2 volts battery packs.
Topcad 5-spoke alloy wheels with tires.
Team Losi yellow plastic rims with Mini-Smashers tires (2 sets)
Team Losi Ball Differential (uninstalled)
Team Losi Volkswagen Baja Bug body (unpainted & unmounted).
GPM Alloy ball studs & ball-cup rods. (installed 2).
Numerous original spares (steering block, swingarms, etc, body extension posts, body clips, etc).
To date, I've worn out one set of rear tires, and burnt out 4 motors, broken 2 bulkheads and destroyed 5 steering servoes.
The sheer amount of breakage makes this thing a money pit.
But I love it loads. Wonder what it's worth now. I reckon I must have spent close to $600 on the entire truck.
He's been run in the rain, in fine sand, in leafy underbrush, and on slippery wet tiles. The best thing about him?
He's fast like a rat on fire. He's a miniature missile, a pocket rocket.
And he's in traction right now, because I've burned up yet another motor. Need to get a new one. Probably from HPI, the same one used in the Jack the MiniZilla.
Maurice/Herbs
This cute little fellow is a Kyosho Mini-Z Monster 20th Anniversary Edition, 2-wheel drive, 1:28 scale. Features out of the box included:
Kyosho Blue vinyl wheel nuts
Single Axle Suspension, sprung with Kyosho Coil over Oil Shocks.
KO Propo 2 channel AM Radio
Kyosho X-Speed 180 motor.
Fully Ball-raced.
When he's wearing this yellow beetle body (custom-made and shipped from the States), he's named Herbs.
This is the original silver Twin-Force body that came on the Anniversary edition. I call that Maurice.
I also added a set of night-driving lights from Hong Kong. They have:
- 1 blue pilot lamp that blinks fast when being driven, slower when stopped, and then turns off after 15 seconds of inactivity.
- 2 white LEDS and 2 amber LEDS in front,
- 2 red LEDs for the rear which work just like regular brake lights on a car :D
Upgrade history for Maurice/Herbs:
VW Beetle Bug body.
Topcad alloy 5 spoke rims.
GPM Alloy fore and aft shock mounts.
GPM 0 degree alloy front knuckles.
Atomic elastic coated antennae (orange).
3-layer FET stack.
Currently broken: Front chassis steering pod, Steering Rod, rear bumper/wheelie bar, battery clips.
The Monster was the most expensive out of the box, but parts are also cheaper and broke less. I reckon I must have spent about 600 dollars on it too.
Pricey little bugger. Because he was so tiny, I never let him out of the house. He's a house-monster.
Check out the articulation on him. I like to do jumps and stunts, hence the broken bits.
My Mini-Xs
These used to be named Herbs coz they came with a New Beetle body. But then I bought a new body and Herbs didn't make sense.
The Mini-Xs were the cheapest of the lot. I actually bought two, after I burned out the motor on the first one.
Features:
Upgrades:
Tamiya 1:24 BMW Z3 model kit (body shell replacement)
Total cost to date: $200
The best fun to have with the Mini-X is to drift it around the house, Initial-D style. Awesome. They run really fast too.
That covers the trucks and cars.
Cuba
It always starts like this. I buy a cheap toy and end up buying more expensive versions.
Cuba isn't the first tank I had. The first one had no name because it got broken in rather a hurry and I didn't have time to feel attached to it.
Cuba was a pickup at a toy store, and for 39.90, it had independant rubber tracks left and right, AM radio, and built-in sound, plus the turret swivels and the tank has to be started (ignition) by pressing the 'ignition' button.
The genius of the tank is that it allowed me to go over terrain previously impossible with my 2-wheel drive trucks and cars. And with a wireless camera mounted on it, my exploring joy finally knew no bounds.
Here's a view of what you'll see.
The only upgrade was to replace the original antennae with a longer one, which extended its range.
Currently Cuba doesn't run well if at all. I must have put it through more than 60 hours of running. Depending on your luck, he'll start up.
Don't count on it.
Hoagie.
With the demise of Cuba, I began to wonder what the logical limits could be for a moving camera platform. Suspension would let it travel over more terrain. Soon, I picked this up on Yahoo Auctions.
Hoagie, as I would call it, was a Marui Tiger.
The awesome thing about Hoagie, was that while it had fully working suspension via coil springs, a super-detailed model quality construction, and detailed plastic tracks, overlapping wheels with rubber rims, turret traverse, gun tilt and an aluminium barrel -- all great stuff, Marui is a collector's item in Japan -- the turret also contained a self-powered spring piston air-gun.
Yes, an air-gun. The thing shoots 6mm pellets out of its aluminium barrel, and it shoots them *hard*.
This was the most awesome thing since sliced bread. I immediately had thoughts on how I would make it even awesomer, as is my nature.
After thinking about it for a while, I decided to swap out the tank's electronics. It did not have proportational control, which made targetting with the tank gun pretty much hit and miss.
I needed better. I need 6 channels, 2 for propulsion, 1 for turret traverse, 1 for gun tilt, 1 to fire the gun, and 1 more for auxliary (read: for this channel, anything goes, from power saws to shovel blades to even a 2nd gun! the only limit is your imagination).
So I went and ordered a couple of IC controller boards designed for amatuer robotics.
I must have spent $250 dollars on these boards:
Each board had 2 channels main plus one auxiliary, giving a maximum of 6 channels.
Swapping out the electronics was easy.
I also purchased a Hitec Optic 6 6-channel FM radio and a micro FM receiver, and patched the battery compartment to the crystal socket so that I can recharge the batteries without having to take them out.
Did the idea work?
Hell yea. I sold my wireless camera, bought a new one (this one is smaller and comes with a sound channel). I was plinking army men and soft drink cans with abandon.
Driving around with a wireless camera is a lot like playing an Xbox simulation, only more fun.
In fact, fun and games went on all year round. Until someone lost an eye.
No actually, what happened was, I fired the gun so much, I stripped a gear in the firing mechanism. And just like that, Hoagie was dead to me.
Presently he sits on the desk with his innards all over the place. Until I can get a replacement gun mech, that's where he's staying. I'm aiming for December.
Hero
I got Hero to replace Hoagie. Hero is a VSTank Abrams.
The only upgrade thus far was plastic treads. I actually prefer rubber treads but they stressed out the drivetrain.
So much so, that I have stripped some gears inside.
It's time to replace the motor pod.
Ever notice how things keep breaking? Thank goodness spares are available.
I have great plans for Hero. I bought some ultra bright white LEDs AND infra-red LEDs. My plan is to mount a laser pointer on the gun, so that I can have laser targetting :P. And use the LEDs to make an FLIR (Forward Looking Infrare Red) optics system, all turned on and off by the 6th unused channel.
And a couple of proximity sensors back and front to detect edges.
Think of it. A laser-targeted, FLIR enabled, full suspensioned, 6mm remote mobile gun platform. And then the plan was to buy some ICs and program a self-roving robot that would shoot at laser-designated targets.
Watch out, cats.
How much will I be able to sell Hero for? My estimate places it near $700.
Thereabouts.
More when the modifications are complete.
Jack
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack go under limbo-stick..."
Jack is my last purchase.
Jack is a HPI 1:18th MiniZilla, with 4-wheel drive, friction coil shocks and a Twin Vertical Plate (TVP) chassis.
There are absolutely NO upgrades. None. Zip.
I am too broke from maintaining the rest. I want an extended chassis TVPs and aluminium oil shocks upgrade though.
Bouncy little fellow. Also a house-truck at the moment.
Runs on the same batts as Tobs, so save a bunch on batteries.
This is what Jack aspires to be when he grows up:
The Rest
My other toys.
I play a lot of tennis. Tennis + bike + ipod makes my world go round.
And my dragon of course. Named him William, after William Blake. The girl's named Helen.
Racket is named Natasha. (russian players so hot.)
I like naming things.
Thus concludes the taking stock of life. I'm tired.
Oh yea, this is me playing with my toys.
I'm out of here.
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