Corvette - not my kind of car

Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised. Ok, it had muscle. You push down on the accelerator hard, and even at highway speed, it roared and pulled hard. But, it also got all skittery when doing so. And it didn't corner particularly well -- or maybe the traction control wasn't working well, since it seemed to apply it at times where I didn't think I was anywhere near the edge of traction. (Or, if I actually was, then it conered REALLY badly.) And, of course, a lack of back seat, and minimal trunk space makes it severely impractical -- but I knew that already. :)

I've always thought I was more of a sports-car kind of guy than a muscle-car kind of guy, and this just confirmed that opinion. The 'Vette is definitely a muscly muscle car. And so not my type of car.

And, in other news, I played a game of Twilight Struggle with frenchzie after teaching her the game this evening. Yay boardgame!

I know, I just haven't been doing much gaming the last few months. With work travel eating up a lot of my time, and most of the rest of the weekend time being chewed up by rock climbing, it hasn't left much time. I haven't forgotten my love of gaming, I will come back. Just wait until the end of climbing season. :) Probably not more than a month left, now. (And, hey, maybe I've gotten rusty from not having played in a while, right? I'll be easy meat next couple of gaming get-togethers. :)

Enbridge, part 6

Called the local guy, again. He has no clue when, but not for at least a couple weeks. If nothing, next time, will try bumping farther up the hierarchy.

It is a motorcycle day!

Sunny, not too cold -- definitely a motorcycle day. I just haven't gotten enough riding in this year. Lots and lots of business travel, eating up week days. Any weekend day that was riding weather was, also, climbing weather -- so I'd be out climbing instead. And, somehow, the week-days when I was in town haven't generally been motorcycle-compatible, either because of weather, or because I'm also cramming in 3 other things, at least one of which really wanted/needed a car.