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Too many people seem to be disputatious for the sake of being disputatious. The relative anonymity and distance of the online world can make it more difficult to avoid such characters, and it often emboldens them. You know, they feel free to say things from such a remove that might have...
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Your experience seems typical, which is why, should I ever buy a motorhome, it will be a used one.
I clearly get why persons of a certain seniority and of certain means buy the things new. They want to have as trouble-free a time of what remains of their time as they can. And, as you...
I’d welcome warmer, sunnier weather here, where we’ve had a springtime quite untypically cool and rainy for this region. At this time last year my rose bushes were ablaze with blooms. This year only one bush has produced blossoms, and only three or four so far.
I have friends who until recently had lived in a fifth-wheel camping trailer onto which was tacked a small sitting room, maybe 150 square feet. At present they are constructing a 24-foot yurt as their new home, out in the soggy forest north and west of Olympia, Washington.
I admire them for...
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People who pay closer attention to such matters would tell us that “Chesterfield” is specific style of couch, like this one …
I hear they’re not the most comfortable. I have what is sometimes called a “tuxedo” sofa, which is distinguished by the arms and back being the same height, a la...
And then there is “divan.” It seems it referred specifically to what is also called a “daybed,” but I recall it used as a synonym for “couch” or “sofa.”
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“Trailer trash” is an epithet commonly tossed about over here in God’s Country, and, as is often the way with these things, adopted by those so characterized as something of a badge of distinction. You know, the trailer trash can call themselves that, but coming from the outside it rubs...
There are houses (and other structures) made from retired airliners.
I once considered buying an old passenger rail car that had served as a construction and leasing office at a recently completed suburban office park. Wiring and plumbing were already in, so it was livable as it was.
It was...
Among my favorite cars ever is (was?) a postwar-style hotrod belonging to an older fellow I met at a car show in a city park more than a decade ago. It was a Model A Ford with very little on it authentically Model A Ford. The fellow had built it mostly from after-market reproduction components...
Yeah, they are prone to rot. And they’re unibodies, so rusted sills (rocker panels, over in this side of the pond) and other sections can compromise the structural integrity.
It’s been quite some time since I kept up on British sports cars, but I do recall British Motor Heritage offering entire...
As I’m pretty sure I’ve posted before, the reason I can afford a sports car is because I don’t buy things like sports cars.
It’s not that I wouldn’t want a car that, truth be told, would be as much a toy as a means of transport. It’s that I know myself well enough to know that the novelty wears...
Me too. The rubber bumpers and raised ride height were to meet U.S. standards (the “5 mph bumper”). It didn’t do its looks any favors, nor its handling. And then there were the U.S. emissions standards, which lowered its horsepower.
In that vein …
The early Jaguar E-Type is, to my eye, far...
Are you familiar with a concept called “projection”?
The gist of it, in my layman’s understanding, is that people project onto others that which exists in themselves but which they would rather not acknowledge, to themselves or to anyone else.
It’s as if by railing against one perceived...
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A ‘64 was my regular ride for a few years, going back 30 years and more. It was a “classic” even then (I prefer “vintage,” but that’s just me).
It was a treat to drive. It had a pronounced understeer that allowed for really throwing it into turns. And the mechanics were so simple and...
On retrieving your quite elderly mother’s collapsible wheelchair at the baggage claim the skycap who pushed her there in the airport’s wheelchair points to one that just came down the belt and says, “Is that your wife’s wheelchair?”
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