Simple Observations by CalicoHawk
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Mar 21, 2013 | 806 views |  0 comments | 8 8 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink

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Golf - The Other Four-Letter Word
by CalicoHawk
May 05, 2013 | 938 views |  0 comments | 121 121 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink

Have you played Golf?  It’s a lot of fun, and quite stressful all at the same time.  Unless your name is posted on one of the leader boards at major golf tournaments, that is.  It’s called “golf” because all of the other four-letter words were taken.  I started playing the game when Tiger Woods started making a name for himself.  A man I worked with at the time was a semi-pro, and “loaned” me one of his old drivers.  The next weekend, I went to the local driving range.  My first drive was what my uncle would have called a “joenailer.”  The ball went straight toward the 300-yard fence.  That was the best shot I have ever made.

I made a hole-in-one on a local course two years later.  I had birdied number five and was set up in the number six tee-box.  Six was a par four dog-leg left.  I knew I could get close to the green with my “Big Bertha,” so I stepped up to the ball.  Something went wrong on my back swing, and when I hit the ball, it took off directly in front of me, toward number five green.  It was one of those shots you hope nobody is around to see.  The power of the driver sent the ball well past the five green, but it hit a pine tree dead center and headed back at me.  It hit the green, bounced high into the air, landed three inches from the cup and rolled in.  A hole-in-one.  I know…from six tee-box to five cup is not how the game is played, but hey…I hit the ball and it went into the cup.  Nobody was watching, and nobody got hurt. 

On the back-nine the same day, my ball landed to the right of the fairway in pine tags after a fairly good drive off the number twelve tee-box.  The tree responsible for those pine tags was directly between the ball and the green, 60 yards away.  I took out my five-iron and decided to just try to get back on the fairway.  Something went wrong on my back swing, (You can’t blame the caddy when you play alone.) and I sliced the ball directly toward the green.  After three bounces, the ball came to rest ten feet away from the cup.  Number twelve was a par four, and I was on the green in two.  An Eagle was very possible.  Have you ever had the “yips?”  It’s a nervous affliction similar to buck fever.  I sunk the ball for a bogey.

I am obviously not a very good golfer.  But there is always one shot that keeps my hopes up.  I think it must be that way with most players.  That one shot out of a regulation par 72 gives us hope that one day we will hit two such shots.

So why do I play Golf if I’m basically wasting green fees?  It’s the competition.  I’m competing against myself and the course.  Even in a foursome, every golfer is on his or her own.  It’s a group sport played individually.  And I’m still trying to beat my last score.  (My lowest score was a 59…on the back nine.)

I did find a good way to reduce my score, though.  After the fourth lie, I pick up the ball and move to the next tee-box.  See ya at the nineteenth hole.


Parts Department. Can I Help You?
by CalicoHawk
Apr 09, 2013 | 758 views |  0 comments | 26 26 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink

All of these accounts are true.  I know, because I experienced them myself.  I used to work in automotive parts, and one of my responsibilities was answering the phone.  Now, you may have gotten some phone calls that made you scratch your head, but did you ever want to laugh out loud, or look around to see if Rod Serling was watching?  Keep in mind that none of these instances are fiction.  They are all true…

 

A man called saying that he had been in an accident and wanted prices for some front-end parts.  He gave me a list; headlights, front bumper cover, hood, fenders, and…”that main piece of glass up front.  I’m not sure what you call it.  The windshield wipers go back and forth on it.”  To which I replied, “That would be the windshield.”

A man called to get a price on a speedometer cable for his ’91 Accord.  That model Accord does not have a speedometer cable, it has a speed sensor mounted on the transmission that sends a signal to the electronic dash unit.  So I said, “Sir, that car doesn’t have a speedometer cable.”  He turned to his buddy and said, “This fellow said your Accord don’t have a cable.”  I heard his buddy say, “Well no wonder the speedometer don’t work.”

When I heard the man say that he was rebuilding his engine, I started to see dollar signs.  I asked, “What parts do you need?”  He said, “Do you have any used head gaskets?” 

A man asked for a “key solenoid.”  After a five-second pause to figure out what he was asking for, I finally said, “A what?”  “You know. That slot you put the key in to start the car.”  (Ignition switch.)

A Soldier called long-distance from Germany, explained that he had bought his car at my dealership and asked about the windshield wipers.  “Here in Germany, they only sell by length, not by application.  Can you tell me how long the blades are on my car?”  To which I replied, “Sir?  Do you have a ruler?”

Long before electronic keys were introduced to the market, a man came to my counter with the key to his ’79 Civic.  He held it up and said, “Can you cut me a new key?  This one won’t start the car anymore.”

A man at the counter explained that the Corvette he had just bought from us wasn’t idling right.  Then he put the four-barrel carburetor on the counter and asked if I could adjust it to make it run better.

A man called and asked about the tires on his car.  “I bought it from you.  What size are my tires?”  I said, “Sir, the tire size is indicated on the sticker on the door, and in your owner’s manual.”  To which he replied, “There’s a lot of crap in the owner’s manual.”  And hung up.

A man bought a headlight for his car.  Two days later, he came back demanding his money back.  “The headlight you sold me made the other headlight blow out.”

A man came to the counter to get brakes for his Accord.  “Your service department wants too much to put these on.  I’ll do it myself.”  The following week, his car was towed in.  He had installed the pads backwards.  Now he needed pads and rotors.  I saw him sitting in our customer lounge.  I didn’t say anything.



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To Green or Not To Green
by CalicoHawk
Mar 13, 2013 | 1039 views |  0 comments | 21 21 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink
Everywhere you turn, you see Green this, and Green that, and Green the other.  Now, don't get me wrong, I appreciate Green.  I try to go Green as often as possible.  I tweaked my Chevy pick-up up to 23-24 MPG, up from 17-18, through tuning and soft-pedaling the gas pedal.  (Great-Gran said, "If you pretend that there is an egg between your foot and the gas pedal, you'll go further on a gallon of gas."  Then Great Gram would add, "Unless you live in the mountains, then it don't matter.")

But the point is, I am not opposed to Green anything.  Almost.  Soon after we move in, I'm going to build a pedal-powered four-wheel cycle for my wife and me to sport around in.  The way I see it, it's good exercise and it will save gas, and it will recycle some old cycles.  That's Green, right?

I use fluorescent tubes and bulbs.  It saves me money, primarily, but it's good because they don't use as many watts as an incandescent bulb.  That's Green, right?

Remember up top where I said, "Almost"?  I went to a Green website and found, quite by accident, a rollercoaster in Japan that is Human Powered.  That's right.  A pedal-powered rollercoaster.  You ride this thing by pedaling, just like a bicycle.  The pictures they showed are awesome/horrifying!  It's in the mountains!  It's not a kiddy ride, it's for real!  There's a seat that you strap into, bicycle-type pedals, handle bars, (though I'm sure they're just to squeeze the life out of when you start down that first hill), and a pretty pink basket in front of you.  (Can't imagine what that's for.)

Can you imagine being next-in-line behind someone who wants to stop a regular rollercoaster?  If these things have brakes, there will be a major traffic stall, with shades of the movie "Coaster" where they blew up the coaster in Ocean View, Va. 

Green is good...Fun is Fun.  But that's just stupid.  (Stupid is as Stupid does.)


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