Monthly Archives: February 2018

Minor identity crisis here

Here’s the sitch: since I can’t ride a bicycle any more I’m not the (or a) Witch on a Bicycle. Also since I can’t afford to drive a car I really have no reason to waste money building one, that means I need to re-brand the blog.

One idea I had was to name the blog Get Off My Lawn! because I’m like old and crotchety now. No? Not even a giggle? How about Too much thought for 280 characters ? or No T, just an old A ? They can’t all be zircons, there’s going to be some gravel in there. That last one is a multi-level pun on the fact that I’m old and not building the Bucket in any form anymore.

And this whole post goes to show how I get over my loss, I make fun of it. If I’m not making jokes, check my pulse. I may be dead, again.

And apparently my mind refuses to accept I’m not building the bucket, because last night’s brain shutdown montage was all about narrowing the body to Just Me width for the TGS2, basically turning it into a jigsaw puzzle and putting the pieces back together the same width as the original firewall. This is a traditional building technique from the 1930s and ’40s, but I don’t know how well it would work, would have worked for the TGS2. There wouldn’t be much room to hide the gas tank with the body basically shrink-wrapped around my butt and shoulders. Another thought was to buy an old sprint car frame and put the narrowed body on that with the sprint car tank for gas and a cheap SBC for power. But I can’t do that either because money.

But seriously, I need to rebrand the blog now that I am not riding anymore.


Grocery day and free stuff

Another grocery day with lots of free stuff on my customer appreciation app. For some reason the free stuff all seems to be yogurt of some kind this week. Sometimes lots of yogurt, sometime a single serving. Interestingly enough the single serving has a higher regular price than the lots of yogurt package.

I have accepted that short of a miracle I won’t be riding a bicycle ever again, so I have put all my bikes on the for sale page of my bike club. At this point it has been almost 5 years since I last rode a bike without crashing at some point in the ride, usually getting on or off the bike and getting a foot caught in the frame. So I’m waving bye-bye with a tear in my eye. I came up with this one on my own, because it makes me sad to look at bikes that never get ridden. Bikes that aren’t ridden aren’t really bikes, they are a mutant cross between a bicycle and a kinetic sculpture with none of the advantages and all of the disadvantages. The biggest disadvantage is when they don’t get ridden they get rusty, and I hate to see a rusty bike.

Something else that made me sad was the realization that I don’t have enough income to pay for gas and insurance to drive the Bucket even if I somehow get it built. I could have a free car and it would have to just sit in the garage because I couldn’t afford to drive it into the alley. This makes me angry at the guy that tried to kill me all over again, because his actions led to my not being able to work which is why I can’t have a Bucket now. And he’s still dead so I can’t recover anything from him for my losses or pain. But I’m not bitter, at least not now. I might have been bitter before, probably was early on. But now it’s just a sadness over lost opportunities.

If I ignore Twitter this was a pretty good day

I read Twitter today, but since I have decided to only pay attention to the cat tweets and memes I’m still pretty close to sane tonight.

I’m still trying to process that last school shooting that I heard about in California. I’m the father of two daughters so it’s not like I don’t understand the 12YO shooter’s motivation, particularly after I found out that the first victim was a male. I mean hormones, and lack of time to learn how to control yourself under their influence, has caused a lot of violence in schools. I have helped tape up a lot of victims of hormonally-driven violence back in the day when the most deadly thing they had access to was big sticks and softball bats. So that part I understand. Where she got the gun and ammo, that’s another question.

Again I have to ask, Why are we the only country where this happens? And why does our government continue to ignore that we are the only country where this happens?

And this subject has upset me to the point of not even thinking about either version of the T-Bucket, if you can believe that.

Why? Again?

Today a 12YO girl in LA shot up her middle school. In the only country that this happens with regularity we have not a clue how to prevent it. This is the 14th school shooting of the year.

Thinking about the Sprint-T

… to avoid thinking about depressing things. Like

For some reason that video has been making the rounds on some of the forums I frequent as characters in web comics struggle with depression. Well, one character in one comic is actually singing the song, but that doesn’t explain why the same video is spreading to other forums. Maybe there are lot of people depressed by the current administration.

I have been spending a lot of time waiting to fall asleep because my feet have been cold and uncomfortable. I have a warm quilt that makes my upper body very warm, but for some reason my knees on down stays cold. This keeps me awake, and when I can’t sleep, I think. My favorite subject to think about is the bucket, and last night I was thinking about the Sprint-T. Specifically thinking about making the frame lighter and stiffer. Lighter by only making the rear hoop and diagonals out of the 0.120″ wall tubing, and everything else out of the 0.060″ wall. Stiffer by using the diagonal brace to carry the front mount for the radius rod that carries the weight of the back half of the car and triangulating the crap outta that mount in as many directions as possible. Comparing the weight of the floppy, bendy, noodly Speedway kit ladder frame (roughly 75 pounds) to the raised rail Sprint-T frame (80 pounds) that is almost completely rigid, well that’s not much weight to get stiff.

I was also thinking about using the brake reaction torque of the front axle to produce anti-dive the same way a torque arm makes anti-squat at the rear axle. The bad thing about this is it changes caster as the axle travels. That means the directional stability of the car changes and the steering feel changes, depending on how hard the brakes are grabbing. Thing is, for the normal radius rod front suspension for this type of car, this is normal driving behavior.

And 1/31 is my annual walking tour of the local tax offices, meaning I spent entirely too much time on my feet standing in line with the other last-minute taxpayers between walking to the offices. I couldn’t do this by bus because the offices are all too far from the bus stops, and the bus does not run frequently enough. I can walk to the bus stop I need to get off at before the next bus gets there. So I’m tired as heck tonight while I’m composing this post, not sleepy, but physically tired. My back hurts and my leg hurts, the one that got all the damage in the wreck.