A drive to remember

As we all know, the reason Michelle and I were able to move here to the coast is because the Mighty P let us telecommute from here. My normal work attire now is shorts, t-shirt and no shoes or sock.

However, the expectation when we moved here was that we would need to come back from time to time and work in the office. This week was a whirlwind trip for me. The drive up was uneventful, and the time in the office productive. My boss also convinced me to finally let him take me out for my 5th anniversary lunch. (My second 5th anniversary.)

We went to Red Robin! YUM!!!

But it was the drive home, that will be remembered. Continue reading “A drive to remember”

It always got me home

Well folks, there are times when people say “it’s the end of an era”. It’s usually when some long-term sports dude retires, or a long running TV show goes off the air.  Or even a favorite restaurant closes down.

Now I have no idea how long an era is, officially that is, but boys and girls, this week marks the end of an era for me.  Almost 19 years ago, a younger Mountainstroh bought a brand new, 1997  Ford Escort Station wagon. This week, 313, 000 miles later (no exaggeration) it had its last ride. Continue reading “It always got me home”

Badly needed maintenance

I know I have mentioned my car is previous posts here.  It’s a 1997 Ford Escort Station Wagon.

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I bought it brand new and it now has 304.000 (no typo) miles on it.  This thing has taken me to the mountains, the ocean and everywhere in between.  Only 3 windows work, the rear defroster is shot, and I need a flashlight to see how fast I am going at night.

Continue reading “Badly needed maintenance”

It’ll wash right off!

If anyone would’ve asked me prior to today, I would have answered without a doubt that I had done a post about this story. However, two things this week made me check.  The first was one of my students asking why teenage and twenty-something males seem to lack common sense, and the second was one of my old friends mentioned shoe polish in a Facebook comment.

These two items (common sense and polish) played a HUGE part in a road-trip back to Pullman for a Cougar Football Game…. Continue reading “It’ll wash right off!”

What a CRAPPY morning!

Today was not normal.  You see. usually I annoy people because I am a morning person.  Though I love sleeping in and snuggling up to Michelle, once out of bed I usually hit the floor running.  I whistle in the hallways, and drive the caffeine deprived nuts until they get their coffee.  Yes normally mornings are my happy place!  But not today… Continue reading “What a CRAPPY morning!”

It really is a matter of convenience…

You know what’s fun about reading other cycling blogs?  You sometimes read a post that results in you “borrowing” the theme for your own blog.  (OK, maybe we could call it stealing the idea)  This happened just yesterday when I read a post by my british blogger friend Jude (Cycling with Heels) Continue reading “It really is a matter of convenience…”

Go, No Go!

Anyone who read the posts on here from the last weekend knows that I spent a lot of time in Eastern Washington over the weekend. Michelle and I went back to Pullman, WA, to watch out two teams (Oregon State and Washington State) play football.

I am done rehashing the pain of the game (scarred for life I am telling you) tonight I decided to discuss something I noticed during the trip. Namely passing on a 2 lane highway! Continue reading “Go, No Go!”

Lost my touch?

I know nothing about cars.  Ask my buddy Dave, he will confirm this.  I can check the oil, add oil, put gas in the car, and, my one claim to fame, I can change a flat.  This a was a skill learned while working the as part of the pit crew for Elmer “Fudd” Clark back in my senior year of highschool.

Elmer used to race Demolition Derby at Spanaway Speedway, south of Tacoma.  the summer of my senior year, my dad and I joined his pit crew.  Well being 17, I was given the least skilled job.  Yep, Lugnut Valente they called me.  When the car would drive (or be drug) of the track, my job was to get 4 tires back on it while they fixed the ‘real’ damage.

This skill was called upon this weekend…. Continue reading “Lost my touch?”

Why Can’t There be a AAA for Everything

There I was on Tuesday night, sitting in the car chewing out  having a discussion with my youngest son about things, while unbeknown to me my headlights were on.  Sure enough, the battery was dead (it was a long discussion).

Crap!  OK, who do I know that can come give me a jump-start.  I even started calling the ex (the kids mom).  Then it hit me, I have AAA! I’ve paid for it for years (when you drive a 97 Ford Escort Station wagon with close to 300,000 miles, you start thinking about its mortality, and the need for a tow truck! (I bought it with 3 miles on it and it still gets 30 mpg, and I HATE car payments, I’ll drive him till he dies.))

A call to an 800 number, and a half hour later, voila!  The man in the white van shows up, and I am on my way!

This started me thinking, why isn’t there Triple A for other things?

I once was in the shower at work after working out early in the morning, I opened the bag where I always have my towel to find…nothing!  Damn!  Do you have any idea hard it is to use paper towels and how many it takes to dry your entire body off?  Why couldn’t I have called the AAA of showers and have a towel (or shampoo, or soap, or all the OTHER things  I have forgotten over the years.) delivered ASAP!

Then there was the time I shredded a pair of pants on the way to work.  I used to take the bus to work, and it was about a mile from the express bus stop to the office.  I didn’t want to catch a transfer, so I normally walked it!  Then one day I realized it was all down hill from the bus stop to the office!  I decided to use one of the kids silver razor scooters!  (I did learn that doing scooter laps in the office was not appropriate behavior for a supervisor…)

This worked great for weeks until the day I got cocky.  I tried to jump a curb.  Tumbled and shredded one leg of my Dockers….  This was 6 AM and the stores downtown didn’t open till 9.  I duct taped the pants together (not thinking that turning them inside out and taping the inside of the legs instead of the outside would have been a bit less conspicuous!)  Was there a Triple A of Pants I could call?  Nooooo,, I had to head for the BON (Now Macy’s) with duct taped pants…  They were less than impressed!

Ever show up to work and forget there was a pot luck?  I guess you could call for pizza delivery if you have a chance, but even though that works for me for breakfast potlucks, others don’t think so! Where’s the Potluck AAA?

How bout discovering you are the only one at the party or wedding who took the “No Gifts Required” message in the invitation to heart???  Imagine being able to make one call and the perfect gift, wrapped better than you ever could, appears out of nowhere!

If you are dumb enough to let the water bottles run dry either hiking or biking and there is no telling where the next AM/PM is…  Yep AAA, American Aquatic Association could zero in on your location and deliver cold powerade!

You are throwing darts at the bar and need a hat trick to win… speed dial and a Guinness drinking Irishman with his own darts strolls in the bar to sub in for you and win the night!  He could serve a dual purpose of facing down the big ugly sucker on the other team who may be mad.

For you ladies, what happens if you go to a gathering and someone there has the exact outfit you have on (we guys don’t care) send a tweet and a brand new ensemble will appear before anyone notices!

About to miss a connection when flying, send a text and  one of those magic golf cart with flashing lights scoops you out up and whisks you there in the nick of time! (Just how do some people get to ride the carts and the rest of us unwashed masses have to slog it afoot anyway?)

Bottom line, I am sure we have ALL had times where we wish we could have just dialed a number and had what we needed appear or be fixed.  Sadly this is not the case.  However, at least this night, which really wasn’t a good one in any way shape or form, the AAA guy saved my ass, and got me on the road in nuthin flat.  Free of charge….  That plus hotel discounts will keep me coming back!

But if any of you start the AAA for everything, I want my membership number to be since I thought of it first!