Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
The Prado - impressions after a couple of weeks (the one in the piccie is someone elses):
1. Comfort. The seat is soft and not to my liking. The leg room is lacking, for such a big vehicle. So far, the Forester has it hands down.
2. Ride. Big tyres, big suspension, big knocks over speed bumps. Let's face it, the Forester with its road suspension eats the Prado.
3. Economy. I've been watching the fuel gauge like a hawk. So far I must admit its been quite good, especially as I've learned a smoother driving style. So far on track. Maybe even better than forester (doubt it)?
4. Cool features. No Cruise Control. (Go Forester!). Blue tooth phone thingy. Tick. MP3 player. Tick. Sun roof Tick! Tick! Tick!
5. Coolness. Look I don't care, anyone who wants to argue about coolness can stand in front while I test the bull bars!!!
6. Towing. No argument.
7. Interior space/room. Bizzarely, the Forester eats the Prado. With flush fold down seats, the subbie gave me a ton of room. I slept in the back a few times, something that's not looking likely with the Toyoyta.
Overall the Forester is/was a marvel of a car for its time. Pity that Subaru make their engine parts out of shit. I mean, after all these years of building battle ships (among other neat stuff), I would have thought that Fuji Heavy Industries would have their shit together in terms of bits that don't rust. Just goes to show. Toyota on the other hand, they make parts to last. Talk to any mechanic - or those guys down at the testing station, they would just smile when Marce's Corolla came in for its warrant. It failed once, a blown lamp and a small fray in a seat belt. That's what I'm talking about. Not that the forester ever failed in testing, its just that it began to cost an arm and a leg in repair bills - like over a grand a year in the past 2 years, not counting normal servicing.
Would I change back? Probably not. In fact, nah, definitely not. I think it will be a matter of getting used to the Prado. Everything is a bit more relaxed. More power and auto transmission means no frantic gear changing on hills and corners, which is where the 1980cc boxer (non turbo) Subaru motor fell down. Driving in peak traffic is a doddle. (Although I need to figure stopping distances. The subbie was particularly good in the braking arena).
Anyway, those are my impressions.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
So this year, we've replaced the guttering and just yesterday we got together to replace the rotten jammed windows and the floor by dad's bed. Rick reckoned we should have installed a slide so dad could roll out, slide down into his waders and be away.
Should be good for another 33 years I reckon.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
This photo is meant to depict Tim's big boar running off even though he was already dead. It seems that he just didn't know that you can't live without a heart, liver or decent chassis. I mean from what I got told it was busted up to all hell, so doing a runner tells me that they are as mean and adrenalin filled as I've been told.
And for the record, Tim deserved to get a big one beacuse he's put in lots of leg work this year.
While Rilee and I avoided floating cig butts in the swimming pool, the complex manager (hmm, he was pretty simple, but managed the complex - you know what I mean) visited Marce in the room with a huge bucket to catch the filth from the light fitting while he changed the lamps. No eye contact, no apologies nothing.
So if you happen to Google Sunset Island Resort, I hope that you read this blog and take heed - there are much better places for you to take your hard earned dollars.
And just so we get high up on the Google Search Engine:
Sunset Island Resort Gold Coast
Sunset Island Resort Gold Coast
Sunset Island Resort Gold Coast
Sunset Island Resort Gold Coast.....
I feel better.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
In response, Councillor Williamson sort of made it his duty to crusade for shorter seasons, limited magazine capacity, less decoys... unfortunately his overbearing, arrogant and stupid nature caused everyone at the meeting offense - well at least the 99% of attendees who didn't agree with his views. In fact he labelled everyone who didn't see fit to agree with him as 'idiots'. Given that he reminds me of an oafish twat, I shall refer to him as OT from here.
Now dear reader, I'm not a particularly avid follower of politics, but the one thing that OT did manage, was to raise his profile in election year. If I believed he had anything resembling two brain cells to rub together, I may have marvelled at his cunningness and ingenuity. He reminds me of that other OT, Sue Bradford, she who has made a career of public disturbance, and more lately, social engineering.
The main difference being that she's impossible to get rid of under our crapola MMP political voting system. But OT on the other hand...... remember, we have an election coming up.
And what do the waterfowler's think? Well, they think that being labelled 'idiots' for having their own free wills and ideas isn't a good thing. A bunch of different points of views and ideas were promoted and discussed. However the real outcome was that a survey based on OT's views was circulated. Apparently the majority view will prevail as the recommendations promoted by EPCM F&G Club to AWF&G council.
Let us see.
Oh and on the pulse check.... the demographic at last night's meeting was alarming. 2 of ~120 attendees were under 20. 80% were over 40. Now I admit it was a school night, but even so to this observer it didn't look too fresh faced a crowd.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Why we ask ourselves? Could it be less ducks this year after harsh breeding conditions the past 2 seasons? Or could it be that our ducks are these days being served up great wholesome meals of maize silage, moozlie and other easy to get at pickings on dairy farms. Let's face it, go to your local pond now and there's no scarcity of ducks at all. Well maybe the hens are noticeably absent, but that's because they're barefoot and pregnant, sitting on their nests. The other day at Chelsea sugar works there were something like 40 mallard drakes, 1 hen and a few greys eating the bread that Rilee was serving up (oh, and a big fark-off eel).
So let's go and see we'll be competing against at the election. This could be a laugh, but it also pays to know your competition.