Month: January 2002

Have some fat!

Normally for lunch I take in a microwaveable meal from Healthy Choice or Lean Cuisine, etc. Once a week my wife and I leave the plant for a lunch “date” and go to a local fast food place. Today was the day, so we headed over to the restaurant de la semaine, McDonald’s. I had a Big Mac while Donna had the Big & Tasty. For something scary, check the nutritional info on these sandwiches. :-0 Between the Big Mac and the half of the order of large fries I consumed, I polished off more calories that I had in the previous 3 days combined. The total fat content was more than a typical weeks worth of meals….

Le Big Mac

Started with it down, way too warm for January, but upon arrival at work I removed the boot and put the top up. 20% chance of rain and zero chance of a wet interior.

Today was lunch date day, so I dropped the top for the ride to the restaurant de la semaine, McDonald’s. I had a Big Mac while Donna had the Big & Tasty. For something scary, check the nutritional info on these sandwiches. :-O I can recite the ingredients of a Big Mac from heart. For the record, they are: 2 all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun. McDonald’s used to run commercials that featured the ingredients when Big Macs first came out and that has stuck in my head ever since. Sometime in the mid 70’s they ran a contest about reciting the ingredients backwards. I am proud to say that I mastered that trick as well. I am also proud to say that I can no longer do it, I only hope the memory space given up by forgetting that tidbit is in use for something a little more important.

Started down, went up, now down.

Chevy Impala Commercial

There is this commercial for the Chevy Impala where this saleswoman is showing this guy one of the newer ones in silver, he says, “My Dad had an Impala.” We are then treated to some B&W flashbacks of an early 60’s vintage Impala convertible. Now that is a cool looking car, the new one, even with the smoked lenses, is crap. Then again I’m not old enough to know, but maybe that 60’s Impala I think is cool now, was considered just as ugly then, as the new one is now.

Bad Moon A Rising

Top still down. No heater this morning, but I did turn the defroster on to heat up the windshield so I didn’t get a repeat of the window fogging of yesterday.

Went to the post office in town this evening to mail the Aiken Bicycle Club newsletter. Of course we didn’t take the direct route, we went about 30 miles to make the 4 mile trip. About half way through we pulled over to the side of the road and watched the moon rise. It is just past full, but was huge and orange in the sky as it came above the cotton field. After about 15 minutes it was up high enough that it looked like the plain old moon again, so we got back in the car and finished the journey.

Started Down, Still Down.

Quick Condensation

Top still down. The trip to work required the heater though, the back roads stay cooler than in town. So cool that we popped up the last 60′ hill by work and back into the warmer air that it was instant white out. The windows fogged up so quickly I had to come to a complete stop. Got the windshield wipers on but they only worked for a bit. Got the defroster on too and in a bit I could see using the bottom 3 inches of the windshield. Almost had to stick my head out the window like a dog to see.

Just got confirmation that my picture of me in the car fender was added to The Mirror Project. See it here.

Started Down, still Down.

Restickerizing

Drove to work this morning with the top down. Heater was on though as it was mid 40’s. Had to put it up when we got there though as there was still a slight chance of rain in the morning. It was positively spring-like on the drive home – mid 70’s, so of course the top came back down.

Got tired of staring at the naked rear end of the car, so I put the one remaining white 5″ diameter sticker in the same place I used to have one.

Started Down, Up, Down.

Smokers Part II

Every evening, well almost every evening, my wife and I take a walk around the block. It is close to a mile so we get a little exercise out of it, but more importantly, she likes it because it is hand-holding quality time. We seemed to have timed it wrong, because while usually traffic is very light, tonight it was relatively busy. Not long after they passed us, the driver of a SUV tossed out his cigarette butt, leaving behind a shower of sparks. It wasn’t that close, but people do it all the time – without thinking or looking so it seems. I have yet to be hit by a flying butt, but it seems only a matter of time, what with the walking, bicycle riding and driving a convertible…

At a stoplight, whenever I see someone drop their cigarette butt out of their window, I want to go over, pick it up and hand it back to the smoker and say, “You dropped this.”