North Conway Brings back Memories

Customer Service With Nikon

The chicken man's nikon camera was taking photos in a pink spectrum that led us on a trail to the earthquake ravaged country of the Dominican Republic and a conversation with Jose, a customer service outsource tech. It was all going down hill into a comedy of errors "Hello, Mr. Hawkings...:" and email addresses and mocking tones by all three of us when we decided to video the whole affair to share with all you who are hungry for news into the decline of mankind (or how we spent our sunday afternoon).

Darvid said, "What was I doing in Franconia? Making a living." and I'm pretty sure his idea of making a living was not hunched over a computer talking about pink picture salutations in the Dominican Republic of Hatian downfall or posting viral videos of skateboarders getting their teeth knocked out by their own board. We're a nation of hot sauce-phobic munchin eaters and we got no backbone because the service industry stole our soles for the rockless rolls and panini bread sandwiches. I'll rant and I'll rave like true newfoundlanders.

Low Point

Girls, this could be the face you wake up to every morning if you want to live with me in the van...

Chicken Out Of Hell

The chickens ran for cover when they saw me hauling along. The timing was off by about 25 degrees but the dwell was ok and it's a statement about how well these vans were designed that they can still run at all with the timing off. I know I can't get worse gas mileage than I am right now so maybe this will improve things on that front so we don't have to go to war with Canada for their tar sands.

Any day I learn something about my van is a good day and today I sanded off the rust covering the timing marks on the flywheel and realized what I was looking at. The Sears timing light kit I won on Ebay paid off because it allowed me to check the dwell and the tach and the points and the timing and also included a push button starter. It was the one thing I couldn't do to my van because the tools are obsolete and only antique dealers carry them. Now my back feels like an antique.

PB&J Tryptic

You only make me angry with your calls for more pictures. You want me to make a video of me reading Herman Melville? I'll do it. I'll go on a row boat and read Moby Dick and record it between bouts of vomiting. Will that make you happy?