Not So Thorough Thursday

It’s not really Thursday, is it? It feels like Tuesday to me. As I have written before, now that both my wonderful wife and I are retired keeping track of the day of the week is not so easy.

Many thanks to all of you who read Disaffected Musings yesterday. Although yesterday’s post, Be True To Your School, had a decent number of views, the main link had a good number. Again, I have no idea what factors drive readership. In my mind that craves making order out of chaos (no wonder I get down in the dumps these days), not being able to explain daily swings in the number of views and visitors after writing this blog for almost five years is a tough pill for me to swallow.


I REALLY like these two photos I took yesterday.



At times, the landscapes here seem almost otherworldly.


I don’t know how I wound up reading this article, but it is Robin Williams’ widow, Susan, writing about his deterioration from Lewy Body Dementia. It is titled, “The terrorist inside my husband’s brain.” This passage was both poignant and terrifying to me.


“Robin was losing his mind and he was aware of it. Can you imagine the pain he felt as he experienced himself disintegrating? And not from something he would ever know the name of, or understand? Neither he, nor anyone could stop it—no amount of intelligence or love could hold it back.”


We all suffer from a decline in mental acuity as we age. New symptoms can cause panic as it is only natural to worry if they are a harbinger of some awful syndrome. Although some of these conditions have no cure, if you are genuinely concerned about a noticeable decline in mental function you should see a physician.


A long-time friend of mine “took exception” to my purchase of the Ford Mustang GT. PW wrote, “I’ve never owned a Ford and would never. Henry Ford [my mark] was one of the worst, most virulent, anti-Semites who ever lived. It’s the principle of the thing.”

I replied,

“I am very aware of Henry Ford’s history. That was the primary reason I had never owned a Blue Oval product until now. Given the type of car I want as my primary vehicle—a good looking, high performance car without a six-figure price tag—and after having owned three Corvettes (the last one spending 24 weeks in the shop after an electrical meltdown costing me $16,000), the Mustang was the only car that fit the bill and would fit in my garage. I loathe SUVs and pickup trucks which are, to me, nothing more than a terrible manifestation of America’s obesity epidemic. Automobile manufacturers are only too happy to manufacture those monstrosities as they have higher profit margins.”

Other than revealing the exact amount I had to spend on getting the Z06 “right” everything else in my reply is well-known to regular readers of this blog. Yes, I had to “hold my nose” to some extent to buy the Mustang. For me, though, it would have been worse if I did not purchase any replacement for the Z06 or, perish the thought, bought a CUV/SUV. In addition, I was not going to acquire a classic car as my primary driver. Also, after the ordeal with the Corvette there was NO way I was going to keep it.

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Not So Thorough Thursday

My thoughts are with my good friend Bob and his father…


One would think a good night’s sleep would foster creativity, but I don’t have much for today despite one of the best nights of sleep I have had in quite some time. This Hemmings article is about the last vehicles with carburetors. Apparently, the 1991 Jeep SJ Grand Wagoneer, built in Toledo, was the last US-built vehicle with a carburetor.

The article ends, “For now, though, and especially in light of the coming prohibitions against sales of new internal-combustion-powered cars around the globe, it’s at least worth exploring the topic just to illustrate that nothing lasts forever, no matter how used to it we have become.” It is true that nothing lasts forever, which is kind of a double-edged sword, but I’ll stop there.

I have learned to never say never, but at the moment I don’t see myself purchasing an electric vehicle. Of course, I can’t really predict the future that well, just like the rest of the human race.

Thirty years ago I was working for my hometown baseball team and hoped to be with them for a long time. Three years later I was no longer working for them and the year after that I moved to California, where I met my wonderful wife. I could not have foreseen any of that.

I’ll spare you the rant against inflexibility and blind adherence to ideology. I just know that none of us can really predict the future with great accuracy and that successful people are almost always adaptable people.


This Corvette Blogger “article” shows a video of a C7 Corvette Z06–that’s what I own–drag-racing a C8 Corvette. David Banner (not his real name) brought this to my attention. As the article states, the naturally-aspirated C8 was at a disadvantage because this race was held in Morrison, Colorado at an altitude of 5,800 feet.

Not surprisingly, the race was no contest. The Z06 ran the quarter-mile in 11.18 seconds reaching 124.87 MPH. The C8 ran a 12.62 quarter-mile at 110.84 MPH.

In the 1960s at the height of the original muscle-car era, a car that could run the quarter-mile in the low 14s was considered very fast. After the end of the muscle-car era in the early 1970s, NO ONE could have predicted cars that off the showroom floor could run 11- or 12- second quarters. At lower altitude I know a stock C7 Z06 can run the quarter in the high 10s.

THIS is the golden age of automobiles. Enjoy it while it lasts because nothing lasts forever.








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