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  1. DAW89446


    Looks like Trona. I worked there two decades.
  2. In the mid-1990s I started with a Sony Handicam 8mm video camera. It was color, though had a black and white viewfinder, the type that you had to put your eye to. I even purchased a radio wireless microphone from Radio Shack so I could have the camera on a tripod, walk around in a scene and narrate. I had hopes of developing a series of historic videos. About 1997 I stumbled and then fumbled the camera, juggling it around in the air, before it dropped to the ground and parts when flying. It worked for a while, then died on the second day of a backpacking trip to the ghost town of Panamint City. I replaced that video camera soon with another Sony Handicam, this time a Super 8. This one had a flip out LCD color view finder. Nice, but difficult to see in sunlight. I was more careful with this one, but it too, eventually died. After a hiatus of several years, I got another Sony video camera, this time a digital unit with a 60GB hard drive. I still have it, but a few years ago the LCD monitor developed a vertical roll situation that I’ve never found a solution for and Sony’s literature is mute on. So I never use it. My last three phones were capable of video. However I never liked them as resolution was low, each time you took a shot resulted in separate files. My computer software could not stitch them together. My current phone allows pausing in the same file, though it’s not feasible as the phone goes to sleep soon, resulting in the file being saved. I now have the app iMovie on my iPad, in which I can now stitch together what few video takes I have. But I don’t have much to work with as I took little video on trips or in the field with my phone. But there’s always tomorrow. I have a video conversion app for my iPad, I plan to see if I can create videos out of old 8mm movie videos with iMovie.
  3. Somebody blow up the vault at the local bank?
  4. Please excuse me for a bit of philosophical history on my part. I’m old. Old enough to remember way back when. One reason people underestimate the 4Runner - or any other off road biased vehicle - is the automotive press. Look at any of the mainstream magazines - Car & Driver, Motor Trend and even Truck Trend. They don’t test the vehicles any more. They drive them by far mainly on the road, then a little on an empty dirt lot. And negatively comment on them because they don’t ride like luxury cars and don’t coddle them with bling and gadgets. Look how cars used to be tested: http://wildaboutcarsonline.com/members/AardvarkPublisherAttachments/9990580905506/1962-07_MT_1962_Hillman_Super_Minx_Test_1-6.pdf This 1962 Motor Trend test of the Hillman Manx is typical of their regiment of testing all autos back then. When was the last time you saw a Wrangler Rubicon in a similar hillclimb in Motor Trend? Or anything but a hard core off road magazine? And then there is the culture shift. Back in 1962, dirt roads were still predominate in the USA. Now they’re paved over at best, or removed and replaced by huge tracts of homes built all over the land as part of urban sprawl. Manufacturers always have, but now really push a marketing by emotion strategy. They can make you think any vehicle can do anything you would like to think how you would use it. Like show a new Chevy Blazer in a wilderness setting with a tent, canoe and full set up camp next to a lake. Never mind that there is no way a stock Chevy Blazer can make it over the Rubicon Trail to get there. If the ad makes you think you are up to it, then Chevy is glad to make you spend your entire annual income to buy it. And it is likely you will never use it like you think you would like to. It don’t matter to Chevy, they have your hard earned money. The percentage of the American population that uses any serious 4WD vehicle to their capability is shrinking. Because less of America is available to go off roading, more and more people don’t go off roading. Why? Many reasons. People’s time is far too burdened. Burdened by life, jobs, home based recreation. So fewer manufacturers find it profitable to make vehicles focused for anything more than dirt parking lots. And the automotive press will continue to bitch, moan and whine.
  5. A corporation called Recology planned to make a huge dump in the valley north of Jungo, near the west base of the mountain. Union Pacific planned to run a rail spur up there. Winnemucca, Lovelock and all the region was dead set against it. You can still find an occasional “Don’t Trash Winnemucca” bumper sticker in town.
  6. DAW89446


    Back in the early 2000s, I visited a mine camp near Silver Peak, where the miner’s tags were still hanging on the board. I have photos of that, which I’ll eventually put up on my gallery when I get to them. I’ve been methodically going through my 1TB hard drive with decades of my photos, picking and choosing for the galleries.
  7. Glad the San Francisco garbage project didn’t pan out. https://www.nevadaappeal.com/news/local/nevada-county-blocks-plan-to-import-calif-trash/
  8. Haven’t seen the video. What came to my mind about a vehicle changing color is that the vehicle shouldn’t have been parked on an inner city street, where the taggers are hiding in the shadows with bags of spray cans ...
  9. Had a similar experience about 1973. My girlfriend and I took a ride up to an overlook a few miles above my house on my Yamaha 175cc Enduro. It was street legal, I rode it to work daily. The dirt road was a Forest Service numbered trail that ran from the Mojave Desert to Big Bear Lake, California. Neither my girlfriend and I wore helmets. While we were at the overlook a Ford Model AA flatbed truck with newly cut firewood went by us, so I took off so I could pass before road started dropping downhill. About 10 minutes from the house was a switchback with steep and rocky terrain and next to a spring. For a mile or so my front brake was fading from overheating. Approaching the switchback it was useless. By then the back brake was also fading badly and I was loosing control of my downhill speed. I was trying to downshift as low as possible but I was grinding gears. Then I hit a false neutral and couldn’t shift out of it. Coasting faster and faster, and now yards away from the first hard right hand turn at the top of the switchback, my mind was racing through effects of any action I might take. Then it was time to turn. The front wheel starting sliding with the bike continuing straight. If I kept the wheel turned, we’d likely be catapulted. If I went straight, we’d likely go end over end. What to do? I had a tenth of a second to make up my mind. So I stood on the pegs and straightened the front wheel, held on tight and hoped I had the luck of Evil Kenevel. All I remember was tumbling end over end and amazed that I felt nothing. I just remember my world in a spin and every now and then my bike way up in the air over my head. I came to a stop down below at the edge of the road below. My bike was laying a few yards away, the throttle stuck wide open, the engine racing, the engine on fire. I couldn’t find my girlfriend. Adrenalin was in overdrive and I rushed over to the bike and started throwing sand on the engine to put out the flames, which weren’t that bad. I managed to keep get the engine back to idle and kept the bike running. I recall feeling some pain in my left leg but it was easy to ignore. The Ford Model AA flatbed with the elderly driver came around the corner of the switchback, he struggling to maintain his speed as well. I jumped on the running board pleading for help. He was trying to swat me off, yelling at me, then he shoved his door open and knocked me off. And kept on going, he was loosing his brakes too. I pulled up my bike. The handlebar was bent and broken, the throttle hanging by the cable. The gas tank was smashed in from hitting rocks. The front tire was flat, the rim bent, the forks bent, the headlight broken, the instruments smashed, and the taillight broken, my license plate gone. By then I was having difficulty and pain moving around by then, using the bike as a crutch. I got on and drove the bike, all wobbly, and went looking for my girlfriend, finding her below the road in soft dirt and sagebrush at the top of the switchback. She was semi conscience and her hair full of dirt. Somehow we managed to ride that Yamaha back to my house, taking about an hour. She was slipping in and out of consciousness and periodically I thought she was going to fall off. I was struggling with the bike, steering with my left hand on the stub of the handlebar, holding the throttle between my knees trying to modulate the throttle, fighting to keep the bike upright with the flat tire, bent forks and bent rim. My parents took both of us to the hospital. She had a concussion. I had a broken leg, several vertebra in my back effected, sprains, cuts and bruises. Since I’ve gotten to be a senior citizen, I am experiencing more issues with my leg and back. The bike was basically a total loss. I bought a car to replace it, though eventually built up a small fleet of motorcycles within a few years.
  10. In my glory days of off roading, I never carried any traction devices. Probably due to the types of soils and rocky terrain, never had a need for them. Lockers helped as well. I always aired down, which took care of all the sandy areas I traversed, as well as softened the ride and allowed the tires to mold around sharp rocks. Today, I have no need for such things as I’m older and far more conservative in going off road.
  11. If you run a few yellow lights and go five over the limit, I bet you’ll make it in seven minutes.
  12. To the E but not the W or U ...
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