On motorcycling, Northern life, home-brewing, home repair, power plants, submarines, cars, nuclear stuff, and a few other off-beat subjects. Comments are welcome! (Image is of the autumn Boise skyline, looking North toward the Capitol Building)
I have a diesel 3/4 ton truck, a Ford F-250. The previous owner had an anti-theft and alarm system installed on it after he purchased it. The anti-theft system began giving me trouble, and at one point, I had to disconnect the alarm in the middle of the Wal-Mart parking lot, because it wouldn't stop making racket.
I own a couple of riding mowers. I use one for the lawn, and another one for the rest of the property. The mower that goes out in the field is the Cub Cadet. It gets beat up pretty badly, because I often hit rocks, stumps, and branches that are not visible in the grass. Sometimes I high-center it and the blades whirl around in the dirt and gravel until I can get them stopped.
Once upon a time I lived in the Mojave desert. It's the most arid place that I've ever been to, although from what I've seen, it's nowhere near as dry as the Sahara desert. In the summer months, the sun is intense and the heat is brutal. Any time you live in a desert, it's a great idea to try to keep the inside of your house from getting as hot as the rest of the desert!
Ha! This has been serendipitous... I've been doing a series of posts about dam failures and near misses. The posts are here, here, and here (with another post on the St. Francis dam in draft) - when lo and behold, we have an ominous near failure in real-time on the evening news right now.