Friday [1 to 5]

Continuing this theme of sanity versus insanity:

5.  Doonhamer [DH] makes a good point

IDWYouTThink that this is some sort of affectation on our part, that we love these [ana]acronyms or somthing, and DH is certainly not impressed:

Please, please, IHNOIWATAM* I know if makes clever clogs feel really superior but really clever people do not need to do this.

*I Have No Idea What All These Acronyms Mean. Apologies. I left out an F. Or few. Please stick it / them in where appropriate.

Quite right, DHtheDS [Doonhamer the dour Scot], I could not agree more. IMHO, in RL [Rugby League], one does not need such affectations.

4.  Back to the sanity of the real world

Daily Sceptic mailing today:

Triple-Jabbed Over-30s Have Higher Infection Rates Than the Unvaccinated, UKHSA Data Show

Scurrilous.

3.  Haiku

Also - not everyone loves electric:

https://www.hagerty.com/media/magazine-features/unlikely-skeptic-japan-inc-expresses-doubts-about-the-all-electric-future/

2.  DAD brings this scurrilous piece

... which we are assured by our betters is misleading and breaking community guidelines, the saintly Dr. Faust Fauci has assured us no beagles were harmed in the process, so I need to WARN you, reader, that this is utterly misleading, ok?

1.  A short anecdote

https://youtu.be/JZRDuUxW41c

How does a person who's had so few constraints placed on his behaviour by his parents, yet those parents were the most respectable 50s type, bringing him up in eternal verities and insisting he spell and count properly, avidly read and write coherent essays, that he be chivalrous to all ... how can that person not fail to be a free spirit and yet conventional, socially?

And what if he's showing signs of losing his marbles, approaching official old age?  A friend wrote from Oz and I'd pointed to the insanity down there.  She's nursing a broken shoulder where she came off her bicycle doing a 'downhill' over the downhill skiing run at a ski resort and I marvelled at that, whilst drawing attention to her age.  Not done with a lady.  She's ten years younger than I.

I replied about skiing, black and red runs, the Hahnenkamm and she shot back, and it's breaking no confidence to write this:

I think you have your seasons mixed up! I was mountain biking. 

Er yes. Yes, I was mixing the seasons up, the early morning mind wandered to my own recent past and I replied:

I do indeed have them mixed up, under the hammer here. And now a tale.

About 2014, I gave up biking when I went down a known hill around here, a drag track in fact and took the corner at the bottom at 90 degrees, the bike lying over on its pedal, the tyre coming off its rim, me going with it, but there was a Halfords store across the road with a bike repair service and I got two new wheels.  Also changed the gear wiring.

I just felt, after that let off, that it was best not to do that sort of thing any more.  And in 2017, after the heart attack, I gave away driving and now take cabs.  After all, I was picking up points on my licence for speeding something awful [up to that point].

Actually, that was while still in Russia and I felt it best not to zoom around our roads the same way and lose my licence.  And just coming back to that corner I took, method was to brake just before and then power through the corner, as with one's car.

Just thinking too - I know another fast lady over in the States, Mustang Sally had nothing on her.  And I know one across the Pennines here, very swift on the roads she is, ultrasafe, a good driver.  Which rather undercuts occasional remarks I've made on this blog about ladies and cars and planes.

How do I get involved with such people?  My mate down the road [male] is an ex biker who is now ultra-respectable and he has a mate I know who has a bike workshop with all sorts of lovely marques in there he restores. Let's face it - none of us go gently into that good night, do we?