George Pope wrote to James Bradley, "Vancouver.... Not this y" on 11-16-05
22:52

 GP> On (02 Dec 05) James Bradley wrote to George Pope...

 JB>  GP> Not had such effects as yet, but never gone beyond a normal
 JB> dinner JB>  GP> accompaniement amount. . . :)
 JB>
 JB> That's not very 'Canadian' of you.

 GP> Nah, Canadian is okay to pass on getting drunk on SAKE -- but to never
 GP> have gotten bombed on beer and/or rye would make one's citizenship
 GP> suspect!

I think one can be deported for less. How else can you explain Rye
'Whiskey'? 

I tried a foofy frue frue draught beer a couple of weeks ago, and the
 waitress and I agreed it'd suit a Yank, but 'round these parts, we
 need to grow FUR on our chests, and felt around the... Never mind.

 JB> So, I know you folk don't have to deal with snow banks, but you ready
 JB> for the winter? I think I've vowed not to drive a thoroughfare if the
 JB> road is slick. The South entrance for me, has me yielding to 100K/hr
 JB> traffic, where as the majority seem to use the dumb luck principle
 JB> and just merge into it without as much as a shoulder check.

 GP> Yeah, we prolly won't even see more than a half centimetre of snow all
 GP> season! (that's still 5mm too many for my liking! (& for the drivers'
 GP> abilities!) :P

...Or the tire treads. I took the cousin, and her kid out skiing to a
local hill, where the plows were having a bit of fun in it. I ran into
a school buddy at the bottom of the hill, as he was checking peoples
tires, so no summer 'slicks' would clog the road up. I was driving a
converted van, with all season boots, but there was a mm of tread at
*least*.  

He asked, "You still drive like you use to?" 

All I had to do was smile, and fish tail all the way up. 

It's still pretty funny here. I drive a three cylinder four wheel
 drive. Mr. Little Dick, and his eye candy in the passenger seat 
 gets humiliated often when I SMOKE 'em off the line, as he was taught
 that the harder you hit the gas, the faster you go. One girlie in her 
 boyfriends' Trans Am, looked like  her head was about to twist off,
 she was so perplexed. 

I suspect the same Mercedes driver (He was wearing the same glasses,
 talking on the same phone, and both times, the car was a black SSL
 somesuch.) has raised his blood pressure twice with me.

It seemed the only tactic he has in his bag, is to tailgate the car in
 the slow lane, and change lanes only when it is least
 beneficial. Three moves, and my little spit of a car has an eighth
 of a mile on him. Who comes roaring up in my rear view, but Mr. Hot Head.

It was a dry summer day both times with him, but I hope we find each
other again. It's about time to wreck the car for a new one soon. 


 JB> Scary, how many of these transplants like to tailgate, even though
 JB> they don't have anti-skid brakes. As long as they are 'safe' in their
 JB> SUVs...

 GP> Yeah, the SUV drivers have this big impression that they're
 GP> automatically safe! :P

In this case, size really DOES matter! My SSL buddy, I think doesn't
wear a seat belt. I'll let you know if I'm able to launch him one day.

 GP> I wsa in Calgary once in winter, and got caught in a blizzard downtown
 GP> somewhere (while dressed for BC Autumn) :P

 GP> I luckily finally hitched a ride outta there! (quite cold by then,
 GP> though!)

I hear that! -14 on Monday night, with a WICKED wind chill, and I was
stuck walking to the bus, plus, it's about an eighth to a quarter mile
walk once I step off the service.

All one needs, is to not cover their ears, and they'll *easily* frost
bite them.

Today, we have a WICKED Chinook blowing in. (Thanks for the hot air,
BTW. |-)


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