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Flight Training Report / Solo

June 29, 2005 4 Comments

It began six weeks ago with this entry on May 13.

Today, I soloed in a Citabria 7ECA (N5032G) after completing exactly 16.7 hours of instruction. Three takeoffs, three landings. It’s generally considered a success when your number of landings precisely equal your number of takeoffs, which is always my primary objective.

I actually should/would have soloed last Friday, within an hour of receiving my medical clearance and student pilot certificate, and at exactly 15.1 hours of instruction. But the cross winds were too strong at 10 to 15 kts at 90 degrees, and sometimes even quartering–so, takeoff and landing with a cross wind and tail wind component. Not first-solo material, so I went up with the instructor, and instead, greatly enhanced my confidence. I’m really starting to master the side slip for both positioning on center-line for final, or holding on center-line in a cross wind situation.

Now we begin cross country training where things start to really get fun.

Onward.

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Driving

June 28, 2005 9 Comments

I’ve always been a car enthusiast–moreso as a kid working on them and dreaming of having my own to work on and drive. I’ve owned a few cool ones. My "Ensignmobile" (first car upon obtaining my commission in the US Navy in 1984) was the new Pontiac Fiero. Silly, now, but in 1984, the idea of an $11,000 mid-engine sports car with 60 series, semi-low profile tires that could do better than .8 Gs on the skidpad (power on; come off the gas too quick, or–God forbid–brake in a high G turn, and you’ll oversteer quicker than you can say ‘Shit!’) was fantastic. I had one of the first–bright red–and people thought it was some Italian job.

Then I owned a 1986 Corvette. Those who know, understand that in 1984, the Corvette was redesigned from a simple over-power-to-weight ratio muscle car to a true sports car with handling and [especially] braking that was world class. That is, for a fraction of the money, you could respectably go head-to-head with many of the Italian and German makes. At that time, with its 50 series meats all-around, low weight, and anti-lock brakes, it had the shortest stopping distance of any production car in the world and could round the skidpad with the best of ’em.

When I moved to France in 1989, I took it with me. Being an hour away from St. Tropez (at Corvette speed), I frequented the place. Many a time I returned to my Vette to see people gathered ’round admiring it–ignoring the Porsches and Ferraris parked nearby.

When I returned to the US in 1992, I soon caught the SUV bug. My first was a Ford Explorer Sport (2 door). Then I owned two Jeep Grand Cherokees (Limited; both). I got a Hummer H2 a couple of years ago. I love it, but it’s big, really BIG–and HEAVY.

Last year, I made my wife get rid of her 1992 Toyota 4-Runner with about 250,000 miles on it. I "made her do it" by buying her an Infinity FX to replace it. In many ways, this is the coolest car I (we) have ever owned. The workmanship is breathtaking. Performance? Also breathtaking. It’s now our car of choice whenever we go on a road trip.

Put about a thousand miles on it this weekend. We went down south–the Riverside area. Then to San Diego, and back. Other than the traffic congestion at times, I’d say I averaged 85 mph most of the time. What I found remarkable on this trip is that that nearly everyone in late model cars was doing the same. I’d go 90+ when I could, and I was still being passed, with regularity.

This got me to thinking. Driving at that speed, in that car, with my skills (when I’m driving, I’m driving) seemed the most natural thing in the world. Here’s a car that can accelerate with tremendous gusto, take corners like you wouldn’t believe, and come to a complete stop–from 100 mph–far quicker than you can safeguard your Starbucks.

Have I told you about the active cruise control? Read up on it. It’s the closest thing to auto-pilot yet, for cars. It uses a laser to detect vehicles in front, calculating whether they are opening, closing, or maintaining. In essence, you set the speed (in specific mph), steer, and maintain vigilance. It does the rest–flawlessly. As you approach slower cars, it backs off the gas, then brakes, if needed–even to full stop. It will maintain a precise distance–slowing, accelerating, as needed. When the traffic speeds up or a lane opens and it’s clear, its off, back to its preset speed. It’s an auto pilot. Nothing more. Its purpose is to eliminate the fatigue of start, stop, slow, go, slow, etc.– which is analogous to maintaining a course and altitude in an airplane. You’re still driving/flying, but getting some help.

Anyway, at the speeds we were traveling, me and everyone else, I began to reflect on what’s going on. Here we have average people doing damn good jobs of controlling tons of steel racing down the highway with astounding amounts of potential energy buildup in them. The potential carnage is beyond imagination, and yet, we’re all engaged.

We stopped at our usual place yesterday afternoon for an early dinner. Upon departure, I was followed onto the ramp by a CA highway patrolman. Speed limit is 70. Not to be intimidated, I accelerated from ramp speed to 75 (indicated) as quickly as the car would allow. Short time later, the wannabe passes me. As I look over, he cups his hand over the dash so as to signal to me his "authority" in checking my speed. Asshole. At this point, I’m 800 miles of driving into this trip, and I’ve not seen a single patrolman. Everyone has been doing just fine, and now this needless intrusion.

It wasn’t long and he was cutting the grass in the median, endangering oncoming traffic in order to be a big man (with flshing lights–don’t forget the ‘necessary’ intimidation factor) catching someone enjoying a drive in the opposite direction.

Asshole. Fucker!

My point is: as I see it, people who have equipment and competence to handle 90 mph are doing 90 mph, and those who don’t have such equipment and competence, or are just apprehensive, go slower. I curse them when they get in my way, but not seriously. I get it. They’re driving in their comfort zone–as it oughta’ be.

So, what’s the message, here? Cars aren’t what they used to be. Even a Toyota Camry has acceleration, handling, and braking performance that would have been unobtainable for nearly any amount of money 25 years ago. People aren’t generally stupid–much as I revel in the contrary. People are driving faster–far faster–because they have new and better equipment via the competitive marketplace. The equipment is enabling their inner ability.

And the cop? Well, I think we’d be fine without them, from what I’ve observed. Moreover, the logic of speeding tickets is tenuous, at best. The presumption is that people are more concerned about a $200 fine than they are their own lives, the well being of their loved ones (either in the car with them, or otherwise). and the well being of their fellow Earth inhabitants. Bullshit! People just fuck up, sometimes. In so doing, they sometimes kill themselves and/or others. It’s part of life, and fate. Economic incentives have nary a thing to do with it.

Just like the TSA, it serves only to provide the unthinking with a pacifier to suck on.

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Just Desserts

June 28, 2005 Leave a Comment

Well, I’ve been around libertarian blabber long enough to know that something like this just isn’t very damn likely to happen. Still, it is pleasurable, and hence, difficult to resist sitting here indulging myself in the pure fantasy of it.

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Sumpreme Surprise

June 24, 2005 4 Comments

Well, I see that while I wasn’t looking, the Supremes went and voted to take away your right and mine to own property. Take note: that emphasis on the word "own" is of critical importance.

At any rate, they didn’t take away anything, from a political standpoint; for, the state can’t grant that which is not its to grant in the first place, and given that, can not then take it away.

The right to own property is a natural one. It’s immutable, inalienable. It’s a given, per our natures as volitional beings. Where the state exists, the state usurps all property under its jurisdiction through the use of guns, fists, billy-clubs, jails, and kangaroo courts. It withholds its power from time-to-time for the purpose of propping up and maintaining the illusion of freedom and rights; to maintain The Big Lie.

Looks like they let their guard down just a bit here and exposed their true nature, the nature that has been there all along and that I’ve been telling you about all along.

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Goings On

June 20, 2005 3 Comments

Spent most of the last week in a wonderful suite just off Union Square in San Francisco with my beautiful and charming wife, who just completed her 23rd year teaching 5th graders (in the manner it’s generally supposed to be done). San Francisco is a great place, even though it’s filled to the brim with loads of commies, which, but for their incessant and ignorant wrangling in everyone’s affairs, the city would be one hell of a lot nicer, cleaner, and not the refuge of every damned street bum west of the Mississippi.

Commies are so dumb that they think that any goodness that abounds anywhere is the result of their "programs" rather than the result of capitalism keeping us from going entirely off the cliff, as did the USSR. They overlook entirely all the messes.

Anyway, I’m back. Both in the office and in the cockpit. I’m pretty sure I’ll solo early next week, which’ll be right around the 15 hour mark.

Now I’m off to downtown San Jose to hook up with Kyle Bennett who’s in town for a convention.

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Do I Really Need to Say…

June 13, 2005 13 Comments

It was a great country we had here once. But every day, in so many
ways, we’re losing every one of the liberties the founders bequeathed
to us. We are in the process of building the same system the Europeans
have: A system where the limits to acceptable political debate are
severely circumscribed, and political elites make every possible
decision they can, while granting us an increasingly meaningless
fiction of democracy.

And this is happening, by the way, uncer a Republican
administration. McCain-Feingold was sponsored primarily by a Republican
senator, passed into law by a Republican President, and upheld by a
Supreme Court whose justices were primarily appointed by Republicans.
So much for Republicans being the party of "Smaller government". So
much for Ronald Reagan’s "Government isn’t the solution to the problem;
Government is the problem". No, now it’s "When people is
hurting, government must act." That’s the regime under George Bush’s
"compassionate conservatism".

…No shit! Where have you been?

By the way, democracy is a fiction of freedom.

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Bow to the Authority

June 9, 2005 1 Comment

I caught wind of something in an email from Aviation Web this morning. You can read about it, here. And now, the decision has come down.

Oh, aren’t we all just so happy? Only a "Letter of Admonishment." The message? Hey, Jeremy Johnson, or anyone else: don’t grab the limelight, next time. Next time you have an inkling to save a family of six, come up with a way to help them financially, and potentially save many more by flying out explosives (ohmygod) to a needed area, just make sure that you include the minions in the FAA so that they can be sure to get their needed face time in front of the camera "managing" the disaster for the benefit of all of us poor, lost souls who just shouldn’t be able to beat our way out of a wet paper sack without your oh-so-knowledgeable assistance and authority.

You know what? Fuck. You! You miserable fucking assholes. Jesus.

By the way, I know Jeremy, good Mormon boy that he is. A year or so ago, he approached my company. See, he doesn’t just fly helicopters (at the tender age of 29), he started a company that employs better than 50 people. He sells software and education that helps average Joes start their own business and make money on eBay. He thought we might be able to do a deal ’cause so many of the people who come to him to buy, he can’t sell to because they’re too maxed out on their credit cards. So, he got together his team and flew out to my place in a twin engine private plane of some sort (he flies fixed wings, too). Then, I went out to St. George, Utah. Deal: we help them with the potential-client debt, then he sells them his product. You know, it’s about market solutions to problems that most of you go all clamoring to your "representatives" for solutions. Dumbshits that you are. In the end, we tested a few things that didn’t really work out, but that’s business.

Knowing the kind of guy Jeremy is, at such a young age, and finding what he did for those people as no surprise in the world, I just laugh at the thought of those bureaubots issuing a "letter of admonition." None of them will achieve 10% in their whole lifetimes of what Jeremy has already achieved, or be 1 millionth the value Jeremy has been to others (on his own terms)–and yet they sit in judgment.

What a fucking upside-down would we live in.

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Of Idiots Who Think They Know What Economics Is

June 8, 2005 2 Comments

You’ve probably had at least one course called "economics." Did it use
equations? Then it wasn’t economics. Did it refer to aggregates,
"interest rates," variables, "inflation is a rise in the average level
of prices," and "functions"? Then it wasn’t economics. Were none of its
statements referred back to the decisions and values of individuals and
the pricing system? Then it wasn’t economics.

For the past eight decades, what has been taught as economics, has been
the same tired fallacies advanced since the first man crawled out of a
cave, and which have been refuted constantly over the course of the two
and a half centuries previous to the 20th. The fallacies of Keynes,
Gesell, and the Mercantalists have gained authority, new disguises, and
have wormed their way into every class on economics. Those classes
have, for over three generations, produced people who are remarkably
consistent in rejecting economics. Look at any paper, and you will see
the results. Paul Krugman, for instance, perhaps the most famous
economist alive (How many words have been written about him, versus
Thomas Sowell and Walter Williams combined?), applying the broken window fallacy to 9/11 three days after the attack
in the New York Times. The world is awash in bullshit made even more
pernicious because it is the same bullshit our forefathers died
fighting against.

I cannot stand another dose of pseudo-mathematical voodoo masquerading
as economics.  I am close to strangling the next person who talks about
the "consumption function" with a serious face. If I see one more
spurious non-mathematical equation drawn on a chalk board, I will beat
someone unconscious with his own foot. I have had enough of it.

You can catch the rest of it, here. Via Kyle Bennett.

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Flyin’

June 8, 2005 1 Comment

Haven’t dropped a note in a while on this topic. Been busy. But I just had a particularly great morning of flying. Rain is coming, and we’ve got a low ceiling, but winds are almost dead calm. So, I was to the airport at 8:45 so that I was pre-flighted and ready to go when my instructor arrived at nine.

Since about 5 hrs. of instruction, I’ve generally been taking off and landing with little to no assistance. Every now and then, Jim will shake the stick one way or the other, or assist with the rudders. If I’ve flared it a bit much a bit high, he might introduce some power.

Every now and then, he’d say, "wow, good; that was all you," meaning, he hadn’t given any assistance (though he always gives vocal guidance throughout the lesson, particularly in approach and landing).

Last Monday, while loggin’ my eighth hour, we did seven takeoffs and landings. It was windy, cross, and difficult. I was proud of most of the takeoffs and one or two of the landings. In the end, I was in sensory overload and on the last landing, Jim took it in on a 20 mph. cross wind at about 80 deg. to the runway.

But today, no wind. Eight takeoffs, pattern go-rounds, and landings; and Jim didn’t touch the stick or rudders a single time. On one landing, I did balloon it a bit and he introduced a burst of power. On the 7th landing, he surprised me. As soon as I touch down, he says, "give it full power and takeoff." Without even thinking, I shoved the throttle to the stops, brought the stick forward to get the tail up, and off we went. An unannounced touch & go.

Jim was all smiles when we got back. Says I’m "breaking all the rules," that I’m not even supposed to be thinking about my own takeoffs and landings until at least 10 hours, and most students aren’t doing it until 20-25 hours. He believes that my turn coordination "feel" with respect to hang gliders and my dead-on, no-power glide control for approach have really given me a jump. On approach to landing, I nail the 75 mph threshold-crossing airspeed each and every time +/- 1 mph. He thinks I’ll solo in another 5-6 hours, which would mean soloing at about 15 hours of time logged.

I’m not going to force that. Truth is, even though I likely could solo now, safely, I don’t think I have all the knowledge I should have, in case something goes wrong. It was no different with hang gliding. A time had long since past when I could have just gone and done a high-altitude mountain flight without completing all the recommended training. No one to stop me. There’s no law, and no license is required. But there is a license nonetheless, and that’s the one granted a prudent man by his reason (and I’ll trust it any day over any law on any set of books).

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2005?

June 7, 2005 4 Comments

It’s really difficult to believe, isn’t it? …That we can have some tribunal of imbeciles perched behind marble pillars, wearing black robes, sitting high atop carved wooden benches dictating what 270 million people can and can’t smoke on their own time and at their own expense.

John Lopez has it right on. You should be ashamed. You who support such nanny-statism by going to the polls to have your 1/270,000,000th say in how yours and everyone else’s life should be directed from on high. Assholes.

This sure isn’t anything anywhere near the vision of the future that was inspired in me as a kid in the 60s, seeing films like 2001: A Space Odyssey and others. Not by a long shot.

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