Saturday, November 28, 2009 - Chickasha OK
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Hey Wally, what's with the windmill?, Rogers AR, November 28, 2009
Someday I'm going to have a travel day with no issues to think about. Really.
Another observation on tires and tire pressure
Today I ran west on I-40 toward Oklahoma City for a few miles. This section of I-40 is a horribly rough concrete road and now that my teeth are quite sufficiently loose in my jaw I think I'll try 75psi for a while. I like the stability I get at 80psi but my teeth hurt. Maybe 75psi will soften up the harshness a tad without sacrificing too much of the great stability I discussed here yesterday.
Once I got beyond the rough concrete section I had a chance to run about 70mph for the first time with the new tires and dang, wouldn't you know the old tire wheel hop is still there. I must be missing something. I've had a lot of front end work done in the past year and to think I still have an issue up there makes me twitch. Sheesh - will this nonsense never end?
Night camp
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Chickasha OK
Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #113, 2001 So. 1st St., Chickasha, OK 73018 - (405) 224-1867
- Good level parking
- Verizon cell phone service- Extended Network
- Verizon EVDO Broadband service - via Extended Network, signal varies
- Locate this Walmart on my Night Camps map
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
Writing From the Inside Out
A young writer, if he is unknown, can be at a party and watch what everyone is doing. If he has a marveluos ear for dialog, he can wake up the next morning and remember all that was said and how it was said. He is a bird on a branch. Sees like a bird and writes books that are extraordinarily well observed. But once he is successful, especially if that happens quickly, it's as if the bird were now an emu. It cannot fly. It grows haunches and foreshoulders and a mane: lo and behold, it is a lion. And everyone is looking at the lion, including the birds. But it is a lion with the heart of a bird and the mind of a bird. So there is a terrible period when the transmogrified emu is trying to live like a lion and has little talent for it. Then the beast begins to experiment. When it runs, it now sees other animals scamper. It takes a while - often years - for the writer to get to appreaciate his effect on others, and even longer to begin to understand human beings again. In the old days, he could write about friends, enemies, and strangers by intuition, by induction; now he puts it together by deduction. Of course, he does have more material on which to work his deductions.