1 out of 5 vehicles working properly :o)

I went over to Jeff's in the evening to get lectured about the front wheel spindle being loose (I've been blaming all my front end problems on the rim not being central) and to centre up the front rim on the KLX. All went well, and it didn't even take that long. On the way home, I tried some heavy braking, and nothing's touching, so we'll call that 2 of 5 vehicles working properly :o)

I went to pick up the spark plug leads for the Subaru, only to find out that "tomorrow" actually means "Tuesday" :o(

Vince came and picked up Mike to go and get his plane with the trailer, and head back to Salinas, and my day went back to something like normal.

In the evening, I met Vic at TGI Fridays, and Jason and Nicole joined us for dinner. When we got home, Jason and I joined up in World of Warcraft so he could make a couple of levels with his priest, and I could hit a couple of quests that need a party.

I'm tired.

When I got there, Vince was walking around with his hand all bandaged up - seems they'd been playing with an autogyro, and he'd been hand spinning the rotor, and put his hand into the (running) prop :o(
He lost his little finger, and almost totally severed the next 2 fingers. They rushed him to hospital, while Dennis stayed to try and find the finger. Eventually, they got Lucky, the airport mutt, to look for it. He searched around, then zig-zagged off and "pointed" to it :o) They rushed that to the hospital to join Vince on his $34,000 helicopter flight to Stanford to have everything reattached. They're hoping it'll all heal up OK, but he might lose the ability to bend his little finger downwind of the cut.

Anyways, he had nothing to do, so we headed South to get Mike, who kept ringing us to ask where we were. As we got closer, the "Check Engine" light came on in the Subaru, but it would run OK above 3200rpms. Hmmm.

We eventually got to within 3 miles of him, and drove around in circles until we found him. We pulled the plane off the 5000' runway, and tied it down before heading home.

Chloe's biscuit ball was discovered, hidden behind the toilet in the guest bathroom. Stupid dog.

Chloe's biscuit ball is still missing. Stupid dog.

After the shelter, I raced home and let Jim's mutts back in the house and showered in time to meet Vic's friends, and head off to dinner. After dinner, we all sat around in the hot tub for a while.

At some point, Chloe lost her biscuit ball. I couldn't find it anywhere, and she was acting like she had no idea what we were looking for.

I'd installed the lowering links after thinking it was a bit twitchy the last time I rode it, so now it rides like a chopper :o( I hated it, as it won't hold a line or anything. I have no idea how those guys ride raked out bikes, other than "slowly". When I got home, I jacked the rear preload up as far as it'll go, as the sag is all wrong for a start - the bike sinks several inches when I take it off the stand. We'll have to see if this fixes, or breaks things :o). I can also drop the yokes a little to steepen up the steering, but I'm tempted to go back to the standard links and just get used to the light steering if it's no better with the rear stiffer. Of course, then I get to look into getting a steering damper :o)

I went to the SPCA for a few hours, then went home and started adding chemicals to the tub, waiting at least 30 minutes between each dose. I split several of the doses, as they were pretty large. It was at 76F when I left it for the night :o)

Later we went to the airfield to see that the Rans is OK, and that the door still hasn't been fixed. As the Beech has gone, we're all ultralights in there now and there's a lot of space to wander around :o)

Bless.

Anyways, it seems I have another 6 weeks of healing, then I'll be right as rain. My tonsils were reportedly pretty bad, so it's nice to know that the operation and subsequent recovery were worth it :o)