Happy Windsday, Piglet!
Did several hundred miles (and a couple tanks of petrol) yesterday, and the driving it was the suxxors.
I don’t know what the actual wind speeds were, but you could tell the full semis from the empty., the empty ones kept trying to take off.
Once, on a bad off-camber exit ramp with the cruise in the neighborhood of 70, I felt the right rear pick up and the transfer case whine to redirect power to the front while the sploder tripodded.
Later, picking pieces of the drivers seat from my rectum, I figured the crosswind had to be in the neghborhood of at least 60, a calculation I arrived at by the inverse amount of insoluble fiber that was coming out of that seat cushion multiplied by the size of the hole my asshole had chewed in the seat leather.
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Later, picking pieces of the drivers seat from my rectum, I figured the crosswind had to be in the neghborhood of at least 60, a calculation I arrived at by the inverse amount of insoluble fiber that was coming out of that seat cushion multiplied by the size of the hole my asshole had chewed in the seat leather.
Who knew that such wind speed measurement accuracy could be accomplished without the use of an anemometer?
Analmometer. You spelt it rong, John.
I don’t think I’d want to be responsible for calibrating that analmometer, regardless of the correct spelling.
Gives the phrase “driving by the seat of your pants” a whole new meaning! (And I ain’t calibrating that puppy either!)
Heh! Wonderfully descriptive writing. I sit in awe. Well, actually a chair, but I am impressed.
Pardon me for asking, but how did your trousers survive the experience?
**shuddering at the mental image of a pants-free-passing lane**
I try to stick with 100% cotton. Easier on the innards.
You should try driving an empty cow wagon sometime. It is possible to suck up an entire air suspension seat.
Could have calibrated that analmometer for you this morning, Og. The wife had a colonoscopy and I’m sure the doctor would have welcomed the assistance.
Skidmarks on the street, skidmarks on the seat.
Too much wit and so little time.
So… what we in this area would call, just a bit above normal. :-)
Skidmarks on your soul.
Buy a new car, do not tempt the gods too often.
I am hitting 200,000 visits in the next 20 hours or so.
If you’re no is no 200,000 I will spend a whole post slagging you and why you should not be the next president. Now that is worth more than 200,000 of Sierra Leone, leones.
So as they say in Chicago and Freetown, visit soon and visit again and again.
kees: find me a gig over there and geen probleem!