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Observation 7

FacePlant has become that cesspool and din if inequity known in the Victorian era as The Publican’s House. Stripped of all dignity, identity, and sobriety, plebes and peons can mix and mingle with all the entitled folks with land holdings.

Why is it then that there are so many inane, misunderstood, unwritten, written, obfuscated, draconian, futile rules there. And so many telling you about changes. Changes in security, futility, banality, conviviality, domesticity, and the city. Then there is the new graph?

Slip it in my mug smoothly seἧora!

Waterloo of Winter Wastes Wastrel's Worries

What!!!!!!!!!!!!  Screech!!!!!!!!!! Have you spoke out loud outside lately?  In the olde South West of the Ontario kind, we’za been Freezin’ our Beeza Hinds.  And so late in the season and with no coverage of the frozen crystalline kind on the ground, betcha we will see some frozen pipes soon.  My rubber pipe would not freeze if I had a rink to water with it.

The University types in the neighbouring burb are tracking climate trends with an interweb registry of the BY rinky dinks.  So Climate, that long term thing, will be prognosticated about by the mere wistful of entries by wannabe weather weenies complaining about the lack of frozen surfaces where they don’t belong in the first place.

And I am talking long term!  Some graduate studies can last up to three years!  You know Climate doesn’t last that long.  After all so far this has not been the driest, hottest, wettest, coldest, snowiest, sunniest, cloudiest, nor hurricaniest in history.  Let alone recorded history.  The attention span of the interweb thingy is about a quarter-life of the 24 hour news cycle.  Yep, released at 6 am on the 16^th and now well after that date, totally forgotten and unabridged.  Will there be more water laid down tonight?  Betcha a tenner there will be.

Will it melt by sundown on the 30^th?   Another solid bet I will take.  With the Yo-yo of all winters I am sorely disgusted at the lack of snow in these surrounds.  I like a nice thick blanket as my pallet to whet my wintry appetite of all things Canadian.  Could I imagine making Maple syrup walking on the leaves? Yes, done it.  Can I fathom skating on wind swept smooth as glass lake ice with no hindering snow thereon?  Yep been there too.

Now as me pappy might say or reminisce, “I remember driving the old Chevy half ton out to the track on a cold dry snowless January 7^th a way back in the day.”

Those were the early days of the Blue Merle.  Beech and Maple snapping and cracking as loud as a shotgun in your ear.  Easy mustering up some firewood that year for the Shack.  Way back at the Sugar Shack.  My planetary vehicular transport unit needs a new thermostat, not too much heat when it’s cold like this, but it’s too cold to put it in!  Is that a conundrum or some other kind of con or other kind of drum?  Definitely not an “Un” of a gun.

So now I still hope for that wee and slightly more than a trace of snow sosa’ I can lay down my rink for the rats.  The Chiminea is awaiting, firewood a split and cut, weenies readied and mallows stored.  Even have some sticks around.  Well I can always go across to the park and snip off a few more.

Make that cuppa hot and hearty Henrietta

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side.  Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau.

End of an Era: Ersatz Rotrofina Automotious

The CB dropped off the trailer like a dime in a pay washroom, only watched by the attendant and quickened off the Mark by himself.   To CB or not to CL, new ‘72’s are in the stable, not too soon it will be risen and dis-engineered.  The head slice replaced and inspected, maybe a valve or two pumped up as from past experiences I now know the weakness of the J A Pan products of the Post Bran Flakes era.

The upper comer and the last of the ragged raging rapids arrived on a slab this summer.  Red and not bright but paled when not impaled.  The rub came to, and the decal to be replaced.  Will it win or just be of note?  Notes are easier these days as the Customme Shoppe is in full swing with a Street Brat.  Lowered, chopped, stripped and ripped.  This one will look as fast as it might ever go.  You have good hands?  Maybe you could be in them too!

The CB, most popular ever in NA, the most remembered by many, attracted to by all, classic in line and style.  Orig. colours were hand striped and to a Tee the finest.  This buggy was so simple and light.  Ps. to the pound as powerful as any stock on the strip today.  Try one, you can get squirrely when it goes 10,500 in the twist of a grip.  You pull G’s and grab for Gold.  If you wanted it, you took it. 

I have spun heads beside $50G customs with this ride.  Could win every Show and Shine attended.  Create a crowd crawling into the local tax donation and fluid replenishment center.   Awed and ooed at for the past 6 years.  Chased and chattered down and about. 

13101-292-000 will never hold me back.  Get’em and got’em.  Pushing up the rods and pins like they never did before.  The previous melted like a nuker went off in my left jug.  Will the 4’Fiddy ever take the place of the Old Gold?  Not likely.  Does it allow me to still hang the shingle, “ Vintage Mark”?  Hopefully.   With three other vintages in the stable it’s hard to shed the shackles of that moniker.

The 1972 CB350 K4 is gone.  Pour it dark, I need a good Americano today Feernando.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side.  Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau.