Final tweaks to the Land Rover

Philippe (the “specialty mechanic”) has had my truck for a couple of weeks, giving it the final inspection. He drove it a bit and put it on the lift, running down Mr. Wolf’s punch list. Mostly small stuff. He’ll probably put in a new ignition switch; check the play in the steering; and see if he can fix some small thing in the turn signal that Mr. Wolf found annoying.

The only big item seems to be adjusting the timing and Mr. Wolf says that’s not all that big a deal. The video below (not my truck) shows a chap inspecting the timing chain on his Land Rover.

Depending on Philippe’s work load, my truck might be done by the end of the week. Nothing left to do but fly out to San Mateo to celebrate and play with the truck for a couple of days before shipping it to Missouri.

iHeartMedia files for bankruptcy

iHeartMedia, the country’s largest radio broadcaster with around 850 stations and a leading outdoor advertising company, is filing for bankruptcy after spending years trying to manage its $20 billion in outstanding indebtedness. (NPR)

During the 80’s I had a front-row seat as Clear Channel Communications (the name before the cutesy “iHeartMedia”) gobbled up radio stations and gutted them of everything that made them local. Most of the bad guys got rich and got out long ago but I have no illusions about “hometown radio” returning.

Anxiety Log

Most of the things we worry about never happen. Most of us know that to be (statistically) true, but it doesn’t help much. Why not? My theory: Once the event/outcome/whatever about which we were worried doesn’t come to pass, we forget about it. All of the hours/days/weeks/months of anxiety are forgotten. And we move on to the next awful thing that might befall us.

Introducing: Anxiety Log. The smartphone app you use to track and log all of your fears and anxieties. It works like this:

When you become aware that you’re worried or anxious (very hard to do, I will admit), you take out your phone and scroll through your list of existing Worries (or enter a new one). Then you enter your best estimate of how long this most recent thought stream has been going on. Five minutes? Ten?

If the event about which you’re fretting has a date/time (lab results; performance review; American Idol tryout), you enter that in the app as well and notifies you on that date: “You spent 14 hours and 26 minutes worrying about this event. How did it turn out?” Possible answers: a) No big deal b) Not as bad as I expected c) As bad as I feared. With a notes field for details if you so desire.

You can configure the app to give you frequent updates (daily, weekly, monthly): “You worried a total four hours in the past week.” Maybe with a little chart or graph showing how much time was given to each event.

If you are one of the lucky few that never worry about anything (lucky you), this seems pretty foolish. We know that. You’ve told us that many, many times. And while we all know that “most of the things we worry about never happen,” we don’t know just how much of our lives are spent in needless anxiety. Until now.

If this app — or something like it — is already out there, send me a link. If not and you create it and make a fortune, you’re welcome. Where do I download?

Recovery Rope

This is a BubbaRope Kinetic Energy Recovery Rope. 7/8” x 20’, breaking strength 28,600 pounds. I don’t plan to get in the kind of deep shit where you need one of theses but no self-respecting Land Rover owner would be without one. Mr. Wolf recommended the BubbaRope and it’s pretty impressive. There seems to be a difference between a “snatch strap” and tow rope but I’m still too new to the game to appreciate the difference.

Growing up in southeast Missouri it was not uncommon to see one vehicle towing another down the highway with a big old chain between them. (Can you say shrapnel?) But I found damned few photos of that so drivers have moved on to better solutions.

With space at a premium, I’ll probably keep this hanging on the wall of the garage and toss it in the back of the truck when I expect to be off-road. Along with a couple of Gator-Jaw shackles.

Mr. Wolf badge

Everybody hates those badges car dealers bolt on to new cars. But nobody removes them. Except me and Mr. Wolf.

The folks that did the initial restoration on my truck stuck a couple of these on and I would have left them if they hadn’t been so sloppy with the restoration. I can’t, in good conscience, promote these guys. Mr. Wolf, on the other hand, has been my salvation so I had a little custom badge made. You can see the one we’re replacing in this photo.