Ode to the Dodge Journey

Every time that I hop in my wagon now, I think back to those 2,000 miles we put on the the rental Dodge Journey. It was a traumatic time. Just shortly before it came into my life and then slightly more traumatic while it was in our lives. It was by random chance that we crossed paths with that specific specimen. It would have have been a Nissan Rogue, a Jeep Cherokee, or a Ford Flex, but no. As fate would have it, we picked the Journey. Or did the Journey pick us?

Some things I’ll remember most about that magnificent beast.

The headlights. I can only describe them as romantic. So gentle, they could not blind a fly even at their brightest. We crossed through much of the country by candle light. They also had an aquarium-esque feature where regardless of how much snow, rain, or fog that existed outside, ginormous drops of water would appear on the inside of the lights.

The engine. It was the worst of all worlds in it’s Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde demeanor. From a stop, it was incredibly eager to prove itself and the might tap of acceleration would cause wheel spin and a sudden jerk of your head. It took a very educated right foot to properly tame that behavior. At speed, however, it showed no such ambition. From a stop, it’s mantra was “I am speed”, but at 30mph, the only words it could barely muster were “I think I can I think I can I think I can…” From 55 to 70, it accelerated in ways that wouldn’t rouse a rocking chair into action.

The transmission. A weak 2.4 liter engine, coupled with a 4 speed gear box. As I mentioned before, the first gear was Lightning McQueen aggressive. Cruise control didn’t often demand much of the car except when going up a modest hill in 4th gear. It would dive, dive, dive below the requested speed only to realize that it was futile and down shift. It always let you know that it needed help because if cruising speed was around 2400rpm in 4th, when it wanted power and shifted, it was up in the 4500rpm range. This shift was amazing at drowning out anything that might have been playing on the radio or waking a sleeping passenger from a shallow sleep.

But with all that said, it did get us where we needed to go.

i blame china for my vacation delay

Tire got swapped today and I asked to keep it. I mean, I’m pretty sure i can throw it away for free if i don’t think of another use for it. I’m sure they would have charged me some kind of disposal anyway. So after dissecting, it wasn’t a razor blade, but I could’t say what it was.

Explains why i couldn’t find it looking for it while tire was mounted.

Itty bitty evidence from the inside.

And I extracted it. Oh right, the other side said ‘China’ on it.

It wasn’t as bad as I expected, though it did probably go through some cords and it sliced up the tread block a bit, so a few thousand miles on it was probably unwise. So, what do I do with a 285/30/r22 tire? If those numbers mean nothing to you, just think… fucking ginormous.

the long way round [home]

Not much to say for the trip home. it was pleasantly uneventful and we chilled in kentucky for a bit. What was a surprise though, I didn’t realize how fancy the horse farm we visited was.Perhaps not the right expression, but hey, i stood over secretariat yesterday and saw some of his kids. didn’t think that would happen.

Peachtober #31, cat. The finale.

Well, here we are. The end of drawing torture 2021. I presume we will return again for this event next year, but we will see.

Make sure you talk to your cat about drugs.

And I leave it up to you decide if the shelf has a cut out on it or if that cat got dumps like a truck, truck.

And for the big finale, the scariest of pusheen.

Peachtober #30, orange

We have some controversy in penultimate 2021 post.

this one is clearly on the side of pulp. I’ve come to tolerate it. M liked a japanese maple so much she worked on recreating it.Ok. now hear me out. Depending on how in the gutter your mind is, it’s not what it looks like. The instant I saw the prompt, the only thing in my head was this.

Knock Knock?

Who’s there?

Orange.

Orange who?

Orange you glad I’m not a banana… NOOOOOO!!!!

 

It’s got segments! It’s an orange in banana form. You creeps.

Peachtober #25, water

You know who this is.

Mine is a northern gannet, a diving seabird. One of their adaptations is that they don’t have external nares (nostrils on the outside of the beaks), so when you restrain them you have to be careful not to hold the beaks too tightly, else they suffocate. There’s your seabird fact of the day. 🤓

The emo’est of cloud. It’s a vibe.Don tickles, notary public. Some say he grew a beard and still lives here. But that’s a damned lie.