Out Of The Fog
Out of the Fog
Sport, Off-Road, Touring
Special No Blog Post of SORT
As of Monday, November 2, 2026, at 10:00 PM pacific time:
| Sport | Off-Road | Touring |
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| 1973 BMW 2002tii | 1998 Subaru Sambar 4WD | 1956 Bentley S1 Saloon |
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| This is what I’d like instead of the current GTI. The driving experience is so pure in these. | I’ll admit that this is a flyer and not really an off-roader, but it is lifted and does have 4-wheel drive. | The perfect touring car, now all I have to do is hire a a chauffeur to drive me around in it. |
That Didn’t Take Long
Happy Holidays Cup
I went back inside and stripped the cycling togs off and put on some street clothes. I was still going to get my Stomping Grounds experience. I didn’t get in the car, though I decided to walk the 3-mile loop that had at its center a latte & muffin. That didn’t take long. My latte’s sleeve was red, not the usual green, and it had a bit of holly printed on it too.
I rode the bike just last Sunday, so it is not a slow leak. But the leak wasn’t big either, or I’d have heard it when I put the bike away then. I brought the bike inside and inspected the tire, looking for a puncture, and saw nothing. I filled the bathtub with several inches of water and found out the air was coming from right around the stem. In the 2-1/2 months I’ve had the bike, I’ve only ever topped off the pressure once in there somewhere. These are tubeless tires, so I have no way to patch anything. I think I’ll take the bike to the bike store and see what I need to be able to fix a flat on the road. It’s almost time for my first tune-up anyway.
I did run to the store this afternoon in the Miata to pick up a couple things I didn’t buy on Friday. Not long after pulling out on Sandy Blvd, I was passed by, in the opposite direction, a big Ford SUV. That didn’t take long. It was none other than Rudolph the Red-Nose Explorer with his fluffy crimson ball of yarn.
Cock-A-Doodle-Do
Rooster Mask
I came in a close second in the Halloween Costume Contest. That was okay because later I won almost half of the dozen BINGO games, including the last Black-Out game.
A Gummy From Another Mother
I usually will listen to the NY Times Daily podcast on my walk or in the car to keep in the know news-wise, it is not always all Trump, unlike my daily watching of the late-night TV show monologues. Sunday past, the Daily covered Halloween and its “Tricks, Treats, and Trends.” In the treat section they mentioned that there has been a reimagining of some of the early 2000s candies. They’re mixing sweet with sour or sweet and tart. One that caught my attention was the Nerds Gummy Clusters. I went out and bought a bag of Halloween mixed candy that included the Nerds Gummy Clusters.
Nerds Gummy Clusters
I have been using half of a cannabis gummy pretty regularly as a sleep starter ever since we moved to Oregon back in 2019. I started with the flat square ones from Wyld. Each gummy came with 10mg of THC, cutting them in half yields a nice 5mg mellow buzz. That feeling didn’t always happen though, the edible was inconsistent. Sometimes you got nothing (from one or the other half) or sometimes you got what felt like both barrels.
I switched to Pearls not long after arriving in Fairview. Their name comes from the fact that they are round. Same proceedure, cut a 10mg one in half. Even these have those same inconsistencies as the Wyld’s, but at a much lower percentage. Today I asked the buistender if they had a different product that was not Wyld or Pearls that I might try.
Pixlz
Big Book O’ Post Offices
Now that I have photographed all three hundred eighty-eight post offices, it is time to make a book with all of the photos in it. I made one for the South Carolina post offices back in early COVID days out of boredom. But once I got it in hand, it was worth the C-note spent on it.
This one will probably cost more for several reasons, price increases over the six years, larger photo sizes, so more pages needed, and the book will be 11×14 instead of the 8×11 South Carolina one.
It’s Fall Y’all
Let the rains begin. It looked promising for a nice latte and a walk this morning, but by the time I was ready to roll, it was raining. I can deal with mist and occasional spinkles, just not this. I got in the car and started home. At the first light that I could turn to head back, I kept going straight. Then through the second one. Maybe it is not raining in Troutdale.
What about heading further east? I jumped on I-84 and headed that way. My first thought was, “Hmmm, maybe if I go all the way to Mount Hood, could it be dry there?” Then, “Will I have to go all the way to The Dalles?” As I passed the exit for the Multnomah Falls parking area, I came to my senses and decided to get off at the next exit and head home.
The above photo is from while I was driving back on Historic Old US-30.
The Vista From The Vista House
A Blanket of Gold