Eden Hill Journal

Comments, dreams, stories, and rantings from a middle-aged native of Maine living on a shoestring and a prayer in the woods of Maine. My portion of the family farm is to be known as Eden Hill Farm just because I want to call it that and because that's the closest thing to the truth that I could come up with. If you enjoy what I write, email me or make a comment. If you enjoy Eden Hill, come visit.

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Saturday, August 04, 2018

The Eye of the Elephant

I'm going to have to check this one out for myself. There's a place nearby that has the potential to send my heart racing for all the natural beauty and intense foreboding danger it possesses yet there is no trail leading to it. Over the years, since I was in my twenties actually, I have paid this place perhaps half a dozen visits yet from a distance I have probably peered out over Wilson Pond and seen this place hundreds of thousands of times, if not more. It's called the Eye of the Elephant.
The Eye of the Elephant is on the west slope of the southern end of Elephant Mountain ten miles or so east of Greenville. Looking east at Elephant Mountain from Lower Wilson Pond, Upper Wilson Pond, or the hillside between the Greenville airport and Lower Wilson, the eye is clearly visible on the right side of the mountain. It is formed by ledge that juts out forming an overhang beneath which is a long steeply-sloped rock slide. Elephant Mountain is so named because from this same perspective the right end of the mountain forms what the imagination can easily perceive to be an elephant's head complete with an eye, a mouth, a trunk, and even whatever they call that nob on the top of an elephant's head. I'm sure somebody creative could even find an ear. The elephant is facing and looking south. This rock overhang has been the eye for as long as I've been in the world and for God only knows how many centuries before that.
The rock slide is an accumulation of large rocks that have collected from the erosion of this rock overhang. Occasionally over the years I have looked at this slide from a distance and thought to myself there's something different this year, like something new broke off and tumbled down the slide. All this summer, though, I've been saying to myself there's something really different up there. The slide looks brownish instead of its usual lichen gray and it seems quite a bit longer extending down into the spruce forest below. This spruce forest grows from a shady bed of moss-covered boulders that when I have been up close and personal among them I have always thought was one of the most beautiful sites around this area.
On several occasions I have worked my way up and to the left of the outcropping and up onto the top of the eye's brow. I even have a picture somewhere of my son standing out on that brow looking out at the view to the west over Wilson Pond and Moosehead Lake. He had jumped across a wide fissure and was standing on a relatively flat area on what seemed to me to be a huge boulder in the making, something that eventually some winter would fall. He went out there but I wouldn't!
So I was in the library yesterday and saw an article in the local paper written by local guide and author Chris Keene who had heard about a new addition to this rock slide and had been out there just recently and had been amazed by the size of the boulder and by the path it had carved down through the trees beyond the slide. Thank you Chris for that article and for exploring where paths fear to tread.
Chris did include a warning which sure rings a bell for me. There is a sense of danger being out there on that slide. You just can't escape it. It's almost as if as you look up, up, way up there at the eye and the outcropping ledge which always used to cast a midday shadow beneath it, it's as if you expect a large rock to break off and come flying down that slide aimed right directly at you. For me at least it's a feeling I can't escape. It's like yeah I was there but I sure don't recommend it for anyone who might blame me if they were to get hurt out there. Chris basically shared that same sentiment in his article.
I haven't been doing any hiking lately but I think this bushwhacking venture might be on my bucket list again. I approach the slide from the south, from the road in to Horseshoe Pond rather than from the west but I usually miss my target. Just south of the slide is a steep slope of almost impenetrable young softwood, thick as anything I've ever been in, but there is, or was at least until this summer, a target zone, that mossy boulder-strewn spruce forest. I've missed that on a few occasions, though, passing below this area, below the slide, below the rocky spruce forest, and beyond to the north side of things into woods that disoriented my bushwhacking head. It's not easy on that mountainside to say to yourself I must have missed the slide, I should turn back and go a little higher up but that has always worked for me.
The three times that I've been to the top of the eye's brow I have approached it from the left looking up. The first time I went up there I went too far to the left and wound up on a smooth steeply-sloped open ledge surface that was like being on a steep roof. I thought for sure I was going to slip and slide down that ledge and die up there. I think that was the time I rode my bicycle out to Elephant Mountain from town and encountered a huge bull moose on my return to town. He jumped out into the road in front of me and stopped and just stared at me for awhile while tingles of fear rose up my spine. He wasn't close enough to touch but I didn't have any problem conversing with him while he stood and stared me down and blocked the road.
Elephant Mountain is also the site of the B-52 bomber wreck from 1963, now a memorial site and tourist attraction.

Friday, August 03, 2018

Einstein Rolls Over

I must just be stupid.

Seriously.

Stupid, just plain stupid. Oh you agree? Well then, no need to read on.

But if you are curious why I am saying this let me explain.

Scientists seem to agree that the universe began something like 13.7 or 13.8 billion years ago with what they call "The Big Bang". Ever heard of it? The Big Bang?

Ever heard of Albert Einstein? The Big Bang, as far as I know, wasn't his idea. One of his ideas, though, was that matter, you know like atoms and whatever atoms are made of and whatever is made of atoms, can't move through space faster than the speed of light. In space, light travels a distance of one light year each year. Light, for any dummy like me at least, has had, if the Big Bang theory is correct, a maximum of 13.7 or 13.8 billion years to travel through space.

So far so good.

However, science also seems to propose that matter, you know, atoms and stuff, can't travel that fast. Light can and does but matter can't because it would take enormous energy to make matter accelerate to that speed, something like infinite energy.

Yet...

Our modern telescopes seem to be able to see galaxies and whatever that, my feeble mind tries to comprehend, were - what's the figure now - 46 billion light years away from earth when their stars shone the light we are seeing now. Or at least that's how far they are from us now. It's hard to know just which of those two possibilities is considered by scientific consensus to be true, or if the truth is something else entirely, something still consistent with this data.

Let that digest a moment...

So the "visible universe" according to really seemingly smart people is something like 91 or 92 billion light years across or at least maybe that's how big it was back then when that light first shone from its stars or something else, some other concept. It's hard to say what these scientists are actually saying.

No that can't be right, my feeble unscientific mind tells me. I must have misunderstood.

In any case, somehow the atoms that make up these distant galaxies managed to get 42 billion light years away from us in less than 13.8 billion years despite the speed limit for atoms, for matter, or even the speed limit for light.

I wish there were somebody in this world who speaks English and has the capacity to explain to me in ways that require understanding rather than faith or magic how this enormous contradiction can actually be true or even scientifically sound. Please, if you're out there and want to take up this challenge, do it without leaving anything out but without complicating your explanation beyond the understanding of dumb asses like me.

Of course this isn't the actual size of the universe, this 91 or 92 billion light years across. This is just what our telescopes have been able to see so far. Better telescopes will likely see much more distant galaxies. I have little doubt of that and my doubt is growing littler and littler the more science tries to convince me that there's no contradiction here.

Big Bang schmang...

How to Train a Narcissist

I've been learning a thing or two the past few years about narcissistic people. I've read a few books, watched some YouTube videos, read a few things online, and of course learned from personal experience. There's always personal experience.
Narcissist is one of those words that most people tend to either define for themselves or just plain tolerate without any real understanding of its meaning. It's like passive aggression which is narcissism's first cousin - or is it aunt. I can never recall the exact relationship, grandmother maybe or stepson. So what does the word mean?
  1. The first thing you need to recognize about narcissism is that it is a behavior. Narcissism refers to certain particular kinds of behavior.
  2. The second important point is that narcissism is manipulative. The narcissist has mastered the fine art of manipulating other people in order to meet their own perceived desires or needs.
  3. The third important aspect of narcissism is that it is childish. Generally speaking narcissists learn the behavior as a child and even when adults behave that way, they seem childish somehow.
  4. The forth aspect is that narcissism is a competition. Narcissists compete for control and because they have mastered the fine art, they persist until they win. They beat you down until you finally give in to their demands.
  5. The fifth aspect is that narcissists generally know who they can victimize and who they really shouldn't. They practice their art on you if they feel they can win the competition. They refrain when they know they can't get their way with you, when you never give in to the manipulation, when you just simply don't play their game. When child narcissists have not yet learned how to be around people and not try to dominate them, they will avoid the people they know they can't dominate.
So in other words narcissists are childish manipulators who if you let them will beat you down until you give in and meet whatever demands they are imposing on you. They aren't much fun to be around when they are playing their game.

By the way, as always this is just one man's perspective. There's no need to quote me. I'm not an expert. I've just been around a few narcissists for the past forty plus years and have even generated a few of my own. Hi kids. Sorry about this! Wife too! Oh and let's not forget the mother-in-law!

Narcissists are easily offended. I'm talking piece of cake easy. If a narcissist is trying to practice the art on you, all you need to do to offend her (note the use of a gender correct pronoun here, not saying all narcissists are female although a hell of a lot of them are) is to resist her control over you, like maybe point out the childish absurdity of her behavior and refuse to go along, refuse to comply.
I had the opportunity to do just that a couple days ago. My daughter-in-law was visiting with her three kids, the grandkids, and almost as soon as they were out of the van they were asking me to take them to the playground. The youngest, Alice, has Lyme disease and has problems getting around so her mom brought along a new wagon for her to ride around in. So it was agreed that I would pull the wagon. In the wagon was a bag of Cheetos or something like them. Alice's older sister wanted some of Alice's Cheetos but she's a wee bit heavy set right now and her mom is trying to, or at least seeming to try to do something about it so she was saying no, those are Alice's. Bethany had already been offered a hot dog and even supper but had refused it. Still, she was starving and just had to have some Cheetos. Well before you know it Bethany is throwing a crying hissy-fit that any baby would be proud of. Bethany is a ways from being a teenager but she's a far cry from being a baby.

So guess what happened next. Her mom said OK you can have some Cheetos.

I thought about this for a moment and then I walked up to Bethany, yes right there in front of her mother, and I said Wow! You got just what you wanted just by crying! I was loudly exclaiming this to her. So then I said Congratulations! and I reached out my hand and gave her a vigorous handshake. I told her I was really impressed! She looked at me and smiled like she wasn't quite sure what I was up to or why I was doing this, saying these things.
So what did her mom say? She said I know, I know, I'm tired and I give in when I'm tired.

So do you get what I'm saying? Here's a mom who lets her kids get away with childish manipulative self-absorbed behavior constantly enough to wear her out and then rewards them for it.

I don't know about you, but I think this kind of behavior has become the social norm. Parents are no longer allowed to discipline their own children. They are taught not to. They are taught that disciplining children is akin to child abuse. Parents are supposed to reason with their children, not discipline them.

So here is a family who reasons with their kids but doesn't really believe in disciplining them because disciplining children is child abuse. So what's it like to reason with young children? Let me inform you about something. Children will beat you to a pulp if all they have to face for childish selfish self-absorbed behavior is kind words. Cruel words from parents is verbal abuse so the words coming from parents need to be kind words. Kids, though, have no such restrictions. Abuse of parents by children is generally considered to be an oxymoron so the kids can say whatever the hell they want however the hell they want to say it.

The title of this post is "How to Train a Narcissist". I just showed you how it's done. When kids grow up being rewarded for this kind of behavior and never learn that behaving this way is wrong in so many ways that they just have to teach themselves not to behave this way, they become adult narcissists. Our modern society is full of this kind of people now, full to the brim and overflowing. Our modern world is drowning in narcissism and we can't even see it. We don't even know what the word means.

Oh did I offend you? Awwwwwww… What, you want me to say I'm sorry?!!!


Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Fatal Airplane Crash

In memory of Laura

Late yesterday morning a twin-engine Aerostar AEST crashed at the Greenville airport killing the three occupants. The plane was flying from Ontario to Prince Edward Island on a heading that was taking it over Moosehead Lake. Minutes before the crash the pilot radioed that he had lost power and they were trying to figure out what was going on.
The crash site is just beyond the north end of the north/south runway. I happened on the scene only minutes after the crash. The plane lay just north of Walden Farm Road about a hundred feet from the road. As I drove past all that was visible was the tail section laying on its left side with the right horizontal stabilizer standing straight up. The rest of the airplane had disintegrated on impact and lay flat on the ground hidden only by low bushes. There was no sign of either engine and no sign of the wing or for that matter fuselage. First responders had just arrived on the scene. There was no sign of a fire and I didn't notice any odor from aviation fuel. I did overhear an eye witness describing to authorities that the plane flying low over the airport and heading north seemed to bank steeply left and the nose then dropped and the plane nose dived into the ground.
My farm abuts Walden Farm Road just beyond the scene of the crash. I was on my way up there with my bicycle in the back of my pickup so I did some investigating of my own to see if there was anything unusual around the airport itself but I didn't find anything unusual. Recently the wind sock had been moved to a new location and I have noticed in the past that its location is too close to trees that might cause an erroneous indication of the wind but it was giving an accurate indication yesterday morning just after the crash. The wind was from the west which means that the north/south runway would have meant a cross wind landing on that runway. This is a well-paved 3,000 foot runway but the preferred approach yesterday would have been into the headwind on the 4,000 foot east/west runway, meaning an approach from the east. There is construction going on this week on the main parking ramp but there were, as far as I could tell, no obstructions of either runway.
What strikes me is the irony of this plane flying over hundreds of miles of wilderness, running into engine problems, then reaching a good airport and not being able to successfully land, then stalling and diving in just beyond one of the runways. I can see how it might happen with a fast airplane like this but it appears to me that the pilot's best chance would have been to attempt a downwind landing on an approach from the west. One map I saw of the flight path indicated that the airplane changed course and flew south over Moosehead Lake approached Greenville from the north. The plane must have reversed direction over the airport rather than making a downwind approach. But why?
Weather wise it seemed to me like a near perfect flying day, clear skies, a moderate west wind. Yes it was a warm day and yes there was some humidity, not a lot but probably enough to affect lift. If the plane was indeed on a north heading after what appears might have been an aborted landing attempt, there is a ridge straight north from this runway that would have probably prevented the plane from climbing out on reduced power without turning and a left turn would have been reasonable and expected. With warm humid air and especially if one of the engines had quit such a turn would be tricky. What I am wondering, though, is whether the plane had any power at all. Had both engines quit? Had they run out of fuel?

Update July 31, 2018:
News reports have named the deceased, a gentleman from Ontario and his wife and their 24 year old daughter. From that information I was able to research the aircraft's tail number, C-GRRS. The FlightAware website is currently showing the "Flight Track Log" for this flight. Before the power problem the airplane was cruising east at 23,000 feet doing approximately 300 miles per hour. They started descending approximately 12 minutes before the crash and if I am reading the chart correctly they were down to 1,800 feet flying southeast just off the west end of the east/west 4000 foot runway, 400 feet above the runway elevation, doing 153 mph, 133 knots. He should have made it according to this chart but he was heading east with a tail wind. How he wound up where he did is anyone's guess. All I can think of is that he overshot the runway because of the tail wind, tried to bank around perhaps to reach the lake, and then just ran out of air. Reports say he was a meticulous pilot, late 50's, and had owned this airplane for just over a year and was trained on it by an expert.
If I had to guess, it's my guess he first intended to land from the north but then veered west to line up with the longer east/west runway. He very well may have known it would be a downwind approach but chose not to risk attempting the opposing heading. It's my guess that both engines were out. His airspeed and altitude seem to indicate that he was gliding in for at least the last twelve minutes of the flight eating up some 20,000 feet of altitude. Me personally, and I assure you I'm no pilot, but my personal opinion now is that once the trouble began the pilot did everything right. Every move is understandable. He just ran out of air a couple hundred yards from my farm.
A couple of the news reports indicate that the Aerostar can be challenging at slow speeds. I can believe that. Videos that I've been watching today of various airplanes, some big, some small, show how banking the wings on a slow takeoff seems to lead to a tipping point where the wings then tilt out of control and the airplane then noses straight down.

So the real question still remains. Why did the engines quit?

Update August 1, 2018:
For some reason I can't let this rest until I have some kind of a better understanding. There are some serious ironies here. For instance, according to the figures in the table in the FlightAware website that I linked to above, the situation was normal at 10:30:05, altitude 23,000 feet, heading 81 degrees, speed 259 knots, everything normal. At 10:31:50 the plane had slowed to 181 knots but was still heading 80 degrees and had lost only 200 feet of altitude. The plane was just west of Moosehead Lake flying just north of Rockwood which is halfway up Moosehead. At that very moment, had the pilot looked down from his side window, two miles to the north was the private Socatean Bay airport with, if I can trust Google Earth, a 3,600 foot paved runway. Angels couldn't have done a better job of putting that airplane in the perfect location for an emergency landing. However, it's not likely the pilot was looking for an airport at that point. He had work to do right inside his airplane. Not only that but the runway seems to be listed as a 2,100 foot runway. I wonder if the flight charts reflect the additions to both ends of that runway. Still, that runway was two miles to his north and four miles down from his altitude, a piece of cake had he realized it was there.
Instead, the pilot made a steep descent probably to reach an altitude where the air wasn't so thin. His airplane was pressurized until the engines quit so he needed to get down to thicker air. He made a gradual right turn down the east side of Moosehead Lake and by 10:41:57 he was over Sandy Bay, had slowed to 107 knots and was heading west at 254 degrees, facing towards Big Moose Mountain setting himself up for a left turn that would take him directly in to runway 14 with the wind at his back. He was at 4,200 feet, approximately 3 miles from the airport and 2,800 feet above the runway elevation. At this point he still had everything going for him except for one thing. He needed to land on the opposite end of that runway but he didn't attempt is. Landing with the wind probably added fifteen or twenty miles per hour to his approach ground speed as opposed to landing against the wind on runway 32.
It's said that the Aerostar has a 13:1 glide ratio. Flying straight, that means his 2,800 feet of altitude above the runway gave him 36,400 feet of glide, 6.9 miles of glide from 3 miles away. But it looks like he didn't want to take the risk. He had an easy approach from the west. Why take the risk.
I've been doing a little research on this airplane. The Aerostar uses hydraulics to raise the landing gear but it can lower its gear without hydraulic pressure. Hydraulics are driven by a pump operating from the right engine. The flaps also use hydraulic pressure from this same pump on the right engine. An available accessory for this airplane is an electric auxiliary hydraulic pump located in the tail. If the airplane doesn't have this accessory pump and needs flaps, the pilot needs to unfeather the propeller on the right engine and wait 8 seconds for pressure to build, or so it seems by what I have been reading. Dropping the landing gear, unfeathering the propellers to rotate the engines, and deploying flaps all slow the airplane down, but with both engines out, the last thing a pilot would be comfortable with doing is slowing the airplane down at low altitude and then not having enough altitude to clear the end of the runway.
A lot to consider if you ask me. A lot of brain work and not exactly the kind of thing you get good at with practice. It's too dangerous to practice. Danger is what comes to mind for me, lots and lots of danger. The deck of cards is stacked against you at this point. The pilot had a lot to think about during that last minute of his life. I do think, though, that he could have successfully and easily landed flying into the wind on runway 32 had he committed himself early to making the attempt. Strangely, it just dawned on me what he was most likely doing the instant before the crash. Up until just now I was thinking he must have been trying to bank back around to the west to attempt a water landing downtown but I don't think so. He stalled the airplane just north of the end of runway 21 attempting a steep left turn. Could he have been attempting to land on that runway after realizing he was too high and fast for his attempt on runway 14? It would mean turning 290 degrees in all with no power and marginal airspeed considering the airplane's performance at low speed but it's either that or ditch it in the nearest lake (like Wilson Pond maybe?) or crash into the trees. But yeah that makes sense if he tried to maneuver back around and land on runway 21. His stall was just to the east just over the north end of runway 21.
They say the Aerostar wing uses the same airfoil profile as the old Lear Jet, not exactly a good wing for tight turns at low speeds. It's relatively easy to stall at low speeds and rather hard to recover once it has stalled. I read somewhere that the stall recovery uses 500 feet of altitude for this airplane and he had nowhere near that much room.

Update August 2, 2018:
I drove by the crash scene today. The wreckage is gone and the road has been reopened. There was an official at the site so I stopped and asked some questions. He said firefighters at the scene Monday had said there was a pool of gasoline where the plane impacted the ground. He also said it had been observed that after the crash one of the propellers was intact but the other had disintegrated, like it wasn't even there, but he wasn't aware of which engine the good propeller had been on. I also spoke with an eyewitness to the crash but he was unable to say whether either of the propellers was rotating. He wasn't sure about the landing gear but his vantage point was of the top side of the airplane as it banked left. He said he had heard that the landing gear was down. So nothing conclusive there but a few more observations.

Update August 3, 2018
I can't explain it but there's something about this crash that has me in its grip and doesn't want to let me go. Maybe it's because the airplane was right over my little farm when the pilot lost control or maybe it's because I was there at the crash site only minutes after the crash. Maybe it has to do with angels bugging me to figure this out and write about it. Maybe it's just my imagination. Maybe it's from a lack of sleep, I don't know.
In any case I have spent several hours today in Google Earth plotting the longitude and latitude coordinates in the above linked Flight Track Log table (which probably will only be available for 3 months) and then using Google Earth's 3-D perspective to try to get a picture from the pilot's perspective at the various way points. That does work but it baffles the mind to understand the pilot's chosen path. The thing is, as he approached Greenville he still had all kinds of altitude. The most daunting view is the last waypoint before he chose to abort his landing approach. He was four tenths of a mile from the west end of runway 14 about 500 feet to the right of the runway's centerline but still, heading right for it, lined up just the way he would want to be. Yes he was going like a bat out of hell still, 133 knots with maybe a 10 or 15 knot wind at his tail adding to his ground speed so let's say 145 knots ground speed. That's just under 170 miles per hour. He still had 400 feet of altitude that he needed to get rid of but the runway is 4,000 feet long and presumably the airplane only needed half of that runway if he could get his speed down. Lowering his landing gear is one way to slow down. Taking his propellers out of their feathered glide position and windmilling, forcing the engines to turn over, would create lots of drag, like downshifting in a car going downhill and using the engine to slow you down. Doing that would also pump up the hydraulics and enable him to use flaps which would add drag and tend to both slow him down and add to maneuverability although that increases the wings' lift. But still, drag slows an airplane down. The more drag the better when you're approaching at this kind of speed. He didn't need engine power. He needed maximum drag. And it just looks on the computer screen like he would have made it OK had he been doing all that. But something convinced him that he couldn't make it, that it just couldn't be done, that he would overshoot and hit that ledge at the other end of the runway. Something in his mind told him to try something else.
Yesterday I was thinking that after he aborted his first approach he may have attempted a 270 degree turn to make an attempt at the other runway, runway 21, but I really don't think that's right. The fact that one of his propellers was relatively intact while the other had disintegrated suggests to me that he was using his right engine to pump up hydraulic pressure so he could raise his landing gear. Maybe not. Maybe he was just using it to keep his flaps down so he could maneuver a tight turn but maybe he had decided to raise his gear to streamline the airplane back into glide mode and make an attempt to reach Moosehead Lake. Maybe he had seen some boats on Moosehead and was thinking he could ditch close to a boat giving him and his passengers a chance to be rescued. Wilson Pond, the easier water landing option, doesn't have many boats out on the water usually and no doubt he could see that on his approach to the airport. So maybe that was what he had in mind. It was, once he aborted his approach, the only remaining sane option. But ditching in Moosehead meant he had to reverse direction, which he was clearly attempting to do. The last recorded waypoint had him right over the flight line heading east towards Wilson Pond but the wreckage, only 1,100 feet from this last recorded waypoint, was almost directly north from there seemingly heading west and at least one eye witness saw him making that tight turn.
It makes me wonder what might be recorded by air traffic control. There is no control tower in Greenville but he may have stayed in touch with ATC in Bangor.
Still, it seems like an enormous irony that he didn't successfully land that airplane after doing such a good job of reaching an airport from way out in the boonies north of Rockwood. I count four things that he could have done differently that may have saved their lives but I wasn't there in the plane. I didn't see what he saw. I can almost see it now with Google Earth using that data table of recorded waypoints but I wasn't there to witness it. I won't be the judge. Still, it sure does seem to me like this pissed off some angels and I got caught in the fury.




Sunday, July 29, 2018

Red Pilled

Today's red pill has flavor. Blue pill lovers best not touch this red pill link.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Zippy

Don't ask me why I'm up before seven in the morning on a Father's Day Sunday watching an episode of Jay Leno's Garage on YouTube but here I sit. This episode is about a 1967 Volvo P1800 sports car used in the TV series The Saint.
I can remember seeing a two-door station wagon version of this car for the first time somewhere back in the early 1970's. I saw one on the streets of Portland maybe or Lewiston and it was love at first sight. But I was a poor commoner and this thing was just out of my league. Wikipedia identifies this as the P1800ES and refers to the two-door station wagon design as a "shooting brake". I knew it as a sport wagon design. Wikipedia says Volvo made this ES version for only two years, 1972 and 1973. 1973 was when all the car manufacturers watered down the compression ratio of their engines to accommodate lead-free gasoline so 1972 seems like the year to have.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my subconscious mind this car conjures up memories of the 1955 Studebaker Commander two-door sedan that my dad owned as our family car through the late '50's and early '60's. Dear Old Dad traded that Studebaker for a brand new 1962 Rambler Classic which he eventually traded for a slightly used 1966 Chevy Chevelle Malibu, his pride and joy until he was no longer able to drive. Oh yeah, I think it was a 1948 or so Hudson four-door Sedan that Dad traded in to get the Studebaker.
In any case seeing this sport wagon was love at first sight for me. If anyone ever wants to give me a truly meaningful Father's Day present, one of these ES models fully restored would be a real hoot! Don't bother getting me the coupe version either. It's the ES station wagon design that turns my head.
Anyway, two of the people Jay Leno interviews in this video refer to the P1800 as "zippy" and Leno has fun pointing out that in six years of doing his show, nobody had ever used that word to describe a car and all of a sudden here are two different people using the word.
Zippy...
I actually remember that word being used to refer to cars.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Nutella and Hemp Seeds

I just discovered bliss, hemp seeds stirred in to a generous blob of Nutella.
They go good with salad too.