Propeller Skies

A big shout out to the jackass who got himself killed by a MARTA train today. There is a no trespassing sign and fence around the tracks for a reason, retard. Thanks for holding up my commute.

I traded the Jeep of Doom™ in for an Acura RSX Type-S. This was not the car I intended to purchase, but it handled so well there was no other choice.

I will start with a brief list of items I do not like about the car.

1. The climate controls are chintzy and look like something that would be found on a Pontiac
2. The stereo is refined and comes with a nifty in dash six disc changer - which was relevant, in the dark days before Ipods
3. Unfortunately, the stereo could also use some more watts. This will eventually be remedied with some help from Phoenix Gold*

In contrast, there are several things that rule about this car. First, and very different from the truck I was driving, the steering is extremely precise. When the wheel is turned, the car immediately goes where pointed. Second, the suspension is excellent and well balanced. It is stiff enough to prevent body roll, but supple enough that driving over the metal plates used by the City of Atlanta to fix potholes does not knock the passengers into next week. Third, the styling of this car is extremely understated. For example, there is no bullshit wing on the trunk or goofy plastic body cladding to make it look fast. It just is fast. Fourth, the Acura RSX Type-S is not weighed down with useless equipment like power seats, ass warmers, or other dopey stuff intended to impress soccer moms. Finally, the sound of a VTEC engine at 7200 RPM is incredibly sweet.

This car is a precision machine - there is no slop in the steering, shifting, or even the climate controls. Quite a refreshing change from the American made vehicles I previously owned. However, Honda could improve this fine automobile by including REAR WHEEL DRIVE and a limited slip differential. Additionally, a drop top version would be swell. That said, I highly recommend the Acura RSX Type-S.

And one last thing - fuck all y’all broke ass motherfuckers who did not donate to the Smoove D Nissan Pathfinder Fund. Bitches.

notes:

* Update: I crashed the car before getting around to this upgrade.

Astute Propeller Skies readers will recall that just about a year ago, my Jeep Grand Cherokee determined third and fourth gears were unnecessary and proceeded to shred them. Conveniently, the transmission gave out in the middle of the Downtown Connector, which is similar to a sixteen lane NASCAR track except with Hummer H2s instead of stock cars. After spending two and a half weeks at the AAMCO shop on Northside Drive the Jeep was returned to me with an allegedly rebuilt transmission.

Six months later, the transmission died again on Lenox Road in the eight lane section between Georgia 400 and Piedmont Road. The Jeep was towed back to the AAMCO shop on Northside Drive where it was again allegedly repaired, this time under warranty. After picking it up, I drove it about two miles before it started acting up. Back to the shop it went.

Eventually, the transmission was repaired and the Grand Cherokee functioned normally for all of two weeks. The Jeep of Doom™ then needed a new power steering pump and several miscellaneous parts. Another two weeks passed the front differential seemed rather wonky. Yesterday, after taking six months to figure out what new car I wanted, I sold the Grand Cherokee.

This was a great truck until the transmission shit the bed. It handled great for an SUV and the four wheel drive was extremely capable. However, due to various, sundry, and expensive mechanical problems, I do not recommend Diamler Chrysler products.

This lens is fucking sweet. It costs more than a full suspension mountain bike and is worth every cent. All those cents buy a constant aperature zoom that is faster than a blown Supra and sharper than a set of Henckels knives.

The lens also features silentwave autofocus that is is unfuckingbelievable. I first experienced the magic of silentwave while shooting the fashion show at The Hair Ball. Every single damn one of my shots came out in focus. Due to the low lighting and the movement of the models, I expected to lose about 70 percent of my shots. For photographers who are $1,700 worth of serious, I highly recommend this lens.

My internet has been working sparodically for a few days now, since the motherfucking jackasses at Comcast seem to be unable to get the fucking name servers to work. Now, thanks to the Open Root Server Confederation I can surf the goddamn internet again. Power cycle this, bitches.

The week before last, I finally joined the space age and bought an iPod photo. After some initial issues, due to my inebriated state and general inability to follow instructions, I got it set up and working fine. Now, like American Express, I never leave home without it. If you have the means, I highly recommend this.

Last Thursday evening, I was chatting on the phone with my cracka Smoove B and bitching about how much monkey ass Musicmatch Jukebox sucked. Smoove B inquired if I had ever used iTunes. Because I thought iTunes was only for iPods, I never bothered to check it out. So I went ahead and downloaded it. I must say, iTunes is totally bitchin’ and I highly recommend it.

Last Saturday, I went to the Hair of the Dog pub crawl in Virginia Highlands. I forgot how much fun singles events can be if the right crowd shows up. And by right crowd, I mean chilled out young intown hotties, not desperate divorcees from OTP. The best part of the pub crawl was several women bought me beer. I think they were turned on by my big camera. I highly recommend attending a Hair of the Dog event, provided they have it at a sweet venue.

Courtesy of d.2263 Photographics, view Hair of the Dog Virginia Highlands Pub Crawl photos.