"Hunting Road 'Gators..."

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

RC Plane shaped like a Superhero!



An obvious geek from Portland, Oregon, Greg Tanous designed and built this human shaped R/C airplane that resemble how Iron man flies. It is pretty neat but its background music they put is as annoying as those we hear on street motorcycle racer /bike stunt video's; I could not watch the whole thing with the sound on... Greg sells plans and full kits for several of his designs.

The lost art of Pinstripping...

HBTV: Depth of Speed - Andy the Pinstriper from HBTV on Vimeo.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Squaw Valley Ride Report

I took a nice cruise from Incline Village out to Squaw Valley for lunch yesterday, with the intention of grabbing some lunch at the Auld Dubliner Irish Pub. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and 80 degrees, with no wind. The road traffic was moderate to heavy, being that its the high summer season up here at the Lake. But the scenic views, and great food made for a perfect little road trip.





The Valley is beautiful this time of year, with just a splash of snow left on the peaks.  Its so green, and the golf course the Resort at Squaw Creek is open and plush.  The Village at Squaw was very quiet, which allowed me to walk right in to the Dubliner and get the best table in the house. 


 
It was overlooking the square, and very close the great Irish band that was playing.  They were amazing- obviously great friends, because they would play a tune while seated at their table, then talk and laugh about it once they were done.  Then they would switch instruments, and start another great old ballad or jig.  There were 3 violinists, and 2 guitar players, one of which would switch off to an Irish drum to keep the rhythm on the faster tunes.


The best part of the day was the amazing corned beef rueban sandwich my cute waitress Nicole (a lso the name of my scoot) served me up.  The only thing missing was a nice tall Guinness, but alas, I make it a rule not to partake when I'm riding.





All and all it was a a great 2 hour ride, and it will become part of my regular "going out for a bite to eat" routine.  

There are many other restaurants in Squaw Village, along with a few nice bars.  The tram is open on a regular basis to get up to the upper lodge where the pool is.


I highly recommend you add Squaw Valley to your next North Lake Tahoe ride!





Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy 4th of July!

Just remember, you're celebrating a bunch of rebels, revolutionaries, and radicals that stood up for what they believed and told the man what was up.  It isn't as crazy as it seems.




Sack Lunches

A friend of mine forwarded this email to me this morning. It is a very touching story,and upon reflection, it is why so many of us do what we do with the PGR.

Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.

'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. 'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch.

Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'

His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'

Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?' 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.

'This is your thanks.'

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. 
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seat belt I stood and took the Captain's hand.

With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane.

Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base.  It will be about time for a sandwich.  God Bless You.'

Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.

As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'  That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Irony...


A 55-year-old biker protesting New York State’s law requiring helmet use died at a hospital Saturday after striking his head in an accident.


The Associated Press reports that Phillip A. Contos of Parish, N.Y., was riding with others through the town of Onondaga on Saturday afternoon without head protection, to protest the state’s requirement that bikers wear helmets.

State Troopers told the Syracuse Post-Standard that Contos was driving a 1983 Harley Davidson when his bike fishtailed and he flipped over the handlebars, striking his head on the pavement. He was later pronounced dead at Upstate University Hospital. Police say that had he been wearing a helmet, Contos would probably have survived the accident.

The ride was organized in part by ABATE (American Bikers Aimed for Education), according to a local ABC affiliate reporting on the accident. A spokesperson for the group said they didn't know if Contos was a member.

Many motorcycling enthusiasts have fought against helmet laws, saying they infringe on personal rights and that studies on helmet laws impacting safety have been skewed. Michigan is currently considering a repeal of its helmet law, which has passed the senate but still needs to move through the legislature and be signed by Governor Rick Snyder.

Copied from Slate magazine

At least he died free? I wonder if rest of those ABATE members kept on going protesting..

Freedom isn't free- thank a Vet today...