http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Moth_Class
cute little boats. see the lower pic, there you see the wings they ride on.
Thu Mar 18 2010 05:07:30 PM EDT from dothebart @ Uncensoredok, another 70 km after work.
First ride in t-shirt this year!
YAY!
Made me feel guilty. I only did 12 km and I feel like I'm dying. Of course it's only my second ride this year...give me some time.
congrats to your first 12; getting started is the hardest part!
Maybe this isn't precisely the best room for this, but did anyone catch this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvfxUdV8sZw
It's the most amazing footage of a hailstorm I've ever seen.
He said "you must be joking me" one time. No, nobody was joking you, it was really happening, in fact you were seeing it yourself.
He said "holy crap" three times. So there was a mess on the floor inside the house as well as out.
He said "that's insane" four times. Well, if it was insane the first time, yea, it's probably still insane the other three times too.
He said "I've never seen anything like this." seven times. Admittedly, the hail storm got worse, so in fact even though it was hailing a few seconds ago, it was hailing MORE now so okay, he could have in fact never have seen anything like this 7 times in 4 minutes.
But the thing that really annoyed me, and maybe it's deep down because I'm so against these types of things.
Between him and the kid, they said "oh my god" seventeen count 'em (I did) SEVENTEEN times in four minutes and seven seconds. That works out to once every 14.53 seconds.
What does it mean? Why can the man not just shut up and enjoy the show? Must open mouth. Must express bewilderment.
And that's on top of all the other things he kept repeatedly saying.
That averages out to one I-can't-keep-my-mouth-shut comment every 7.72 seconds. How annoying must it be to live with that man.
heh, didn't even have the sound turned on ;-)
maybe he's verbaly eneuretic? ;-)
The storm itself was incredible.
wasn't there some comedian joking about 'stating the obvious' with the southern us and a citizens?
I remember something like 'heres your sign' in that context...
Now THAT's a storm! Oh My Gd! It's Insane! <evil grin>
more about sinkholes:
Maybe the silver surfer finaly got us?
I took a pickaxe and opened up the top of the hole. It was about 1foot in diameter.
Pitch black. so I took my tape measure out. 20 feet deep. Turns left then goes another 5 feet or so.
So I bought a usb extension cord and dropped my webcam down there. No treasure sadly.
Took a lot of cement to fill it up.
I expect the hole is now growing around the cement.
We used to live on a property that had two holes as you describe, but much much larger. I don't know what they were there for, but there was a large slab on the property, and a concrete ramp came out of the dirt, from deep deep underground leading up to it. about 4 ft from the slab the ramp was underground, but you could stick something down about 12 ft from the slab and the ramp was still there, going underground. We figured this out when attempting to bury a cable line. :-P
The part of the slab that the ramp lead up to sloped downward into a 2 or 3 ft in diameter hole that seemed to go down forever. Different tangled root systems blocked seeing how deep it really was or what was at the bottom. it swallowed probably a yard of dirt and maybe more. I was little at the time, don't really remember. Then we had to get a cement truck out there to finish filling it and fill in the recessed part of the slab that went down to ensure that anything spilled in the vacinity went down the hole.
The concrete wasn't oil stained but it looked I guess like someone built some sort of oil disposal for trucks or larger equipment.
There was a similar hole out in a random location in the property that took substantial dirt to fill. That didn't hold well and it sank back down enough to get a truck stuck should you come across it. We had to top it off every year.
Weird huh?
Sinkholes happen, may be a problem next week, may be a problem 10 years from now, it's just not worth the time to waste.