780 miles again today.

I left Salt Lake City on Friday at 1pm Pacific time and arrived home at 11:37 pm. That's 10 hours 37 minutes to drive over 780 miles with 3 stops at Starbucks and one stop for fuel.

I was going to meet Mr. Squirrel for an Ale in Portland, however due to the fact that I was on auto control, stopping would have been a really bad ideal. That is unless the little squirrel was going to drive me the rest of the way home?

Not that anyone really cares, but that adds up to 75.21 miles an hour average. Not bad for a little woodland creature and his trusty stead.

This beats my previous best time by 23 minutes.

Did I mention that only 13 people attended the training session? This is a far cry from the 100 people that the customer confirmed with us just over a month ago. I was originally going to do 3 two hour sessions instead of the one two hour session. I would have flown instead of driving, but I did have 500 lbs of steel with me and the airlines frown on that much weight.

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Kelsgarden said…

"500 lbs of steel with me and the airlines frown on that much weight"

yes, unless it is structurally part of the craft . . .

11:11 PM

Anonymous said…

They better sell a ton of product to make that trip worth while.

DG

12:49 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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