Travel thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

this is a total Doug post but some of the best sleep/naps I've ever had was in the sleeper cabin on the orient express from Singapore to Bangkok...I love a good train sleep..I think that's how my dog feels in his bed in the back seat of our car on trips

I've done Amtrak coast-to-coast five times, and the eastern seaboard three times, plus two months of Eurail. I fully endorse this. Train sleeping really is the best.

we're going back home to LA in march to get things packed up and whatnot to have the place ready to rent..we decided the other night to come back to Seattle on the train in a sleeper cab that takes like 3 days...cant wait, we haven't been on that one yet

Wtf? The one time I did a sleeper cabin was going back to London from Inverness, and it was loud af. I think I had to sleep with my noise cancelers on.

maybe you were on the party train hosted by the gap band

no, the train itself! it was also bumpy af... i suppose the railway itself would be pretty damn old. didn't the brits invent steam power?

[Higgs]

So we had the car fixed and as a cooling system pipe was replaced we knew that there would likely be some air pockets to work through over the next few days. Essentially just means keeping an eye on the coolant level and topping it up if it drops at all.

My car has a coolant reservoir with a "Max" and "Min" line on the side. There's probably 2cm in total between them, so not a lot of play.

We start the car this morning and it immediately spits out a bit of coolant. That's not good as if it does that there is still some sort of leak in the coolant system, no question.

But it stopped after running the car for about 5 mins, so me, now getting a bit desperate to get home, decides fuck it, let's roll the dice. The car did 400km yesterday easy enough, let's give it a crack.

So hook the van on and head off. What could possibly go wrong?

Check coolant after 50km, it's dropped a full centimetre. Oh dear. Check again after another 50km, it's dropped a further 1/2cm. Getting nervous now.

Then for the entire rest of the day it sat exactly on that spot, no more coolant loss, car running at perfect temp the whole time.

Made it back into WA, 500km today. Relived and ready to do it all again tomorrow!

We are 1,400km from home and I am looking forward to getting back into my own bed! No coolant leak is going to stop me!

[spike]

stay frosty

[Higgs]

700km today, last night camping off grid. 700km more tomorrow to home.

[Bammer]

Where should 20’ish frats jerks in their forties go for a group dinner on a Friday night in September?

[BurtReynolds]

Where should 20’ish frats jerks in their forties go for a group dinner on a Friday night in September?

not detroit?

[The Argonaut]

Go to the old frat house. The new members are sworn to welcome you and cater to your whims.

[Bammer]

Go to the old frat house. The new members are sworn to welcome you and cater to your whims.

The old frat house is in Seattle

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Why are you still friends with those idiots?

[Ello Sailor]

Why are those idiots still friends with Bammer?

[JuanHamm]

Why Detroit? It genuinely sucks

[JuanHamm]

What type of place are you looking for? Fancy, casual, or in between?

[spike]

Why Detroit? It genuinely sucks

Guessing Huskies football

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Why Detroit? It genuinely sucks

Guessing Huskies football

The Lions will destroy them.

[Chris_H_2]

This thread is making me sad

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

I had dinner once in Ypsilanti but I've never made it all the way into Detroit. Good luck, bammer

[spike]

yeah is there a big gay scene in Detroit or something?

[JuanHamm]

I had dinner once in Ypsilanti but I've never made it all the way into Detroit. Good luck, bammer

Why did you eat in Ypsilanti? Why not Ann Arbor?