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General Sport-Touring Discussion / Re: Anyone hear from Chornbe lately?
« Last post by Black Hills on Today at 08:58:13 AM »
Very active on FB. I think he just wants to rant about the gubbernment for a while.
Chornbe rant? that's weird???
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Very active on FB. I think he just wants to rant about the gubbernment for a while.
I'm surprised by how many things are on the map that I've never heard of.
I have heard of most of them except for what our state is supposedly ordering. What the hell is Bubble Tea?
Bubble tea (also known as pearl milk tea, bubble milk tea, or boba) (Chinese: 珍珠奶茶; pinyin: zhēnzhū nǎichá, 波霸奶茶; bōbà nǎichá) is a Taiwanese tea-based drink invented in the 1980s, which is shaken with ice to create the "bubbles", a foamy layer on top of the drink; chewy tapioca balls ("pearls") are added as well.[1][2] Ice-blended versions are frozen and put into a blender, resulting in a slushy consistency.[3] There are many varieties of the drink with a wide range of flavors. The two most popular varieties are black pearl milk tea and green pearl milk tea.[3]
I'm surprised by how many things are on the map that I've never heard of.
I have heard of most of them except for what our state is supposedly ordering. What the hell is Bubble Tea?
I didn't know whether to post this here, or to go to the Rant thread...The most probable 'party' is someone that fixes flats and/or sells tires.
Someone's been scattering nails on the streets in Grafton, WI, a Milwaukee suburb. The only party with a possible rational reason would be neighboring Cedarberg's Chamber of Commerce, but I don't think so. They're both pleasant towns.
https://www.jsonline.com/story/communities/northshore/news/grafton/2020/05/27/more-than-coincidence-nails-road-cause-flat-tires-grafton/5259120002/
It begins, as was inevitable...
I was driving to work Monday or Tuesday and the car started "shifting" when it shouldn't. Nothing stupid, just didn't need that downshift but it was there anyway. I moved to the right lane and waited. Dashboard goes Christmas tree on me. Hill hold assist, ABS, TCS, check engine, AT Trans Temp and cruise control lights all come on with the last 2 flashing. OK. Nothing is red and I can live without all the nanny crap anyway. Found someone w/ an ODBII reader at work and got a "TCC Pressure Control Solenoid circuit low" code. Did a little research. It's not pretty. Cleared the codes but then it threw them again on the way home. Took the car in yesterday and I called today to find out its a 1500 dollar job. Ouch. The car has nearly 182K miles and I've literally put 500 dollars into repairs in all that time. So, amortized over the life of the car, it's not terrible. Just sucks that it's tax time and we just dropped a bunch of money on a fence and skid steer rental. Whatever. It's not 22K in taxes owed. I'm not a huge fan of paying dealer prices but they've always been awesome and we got a brand new Forester w/ 72 miles as a loaner, no questions.
Funny part. None of our vehicles have any of this intelligent crap so when Kim started driving this Forester with all the new stuff activated, she freaked out. The car was trying to steer for her, then it hit the brakes when she didn't want it to and then it died at the stoplight. She was certain it was demon possessed and wanted to kill it. Listening to her tell the story, I nearly peed. She's clever tho. She figured out how to turn some of it off and I'm sure she'll turn the rest of before embarking on her day today. Still funny.
A lot of current cars die at stop lights these days, then restart the moment you hit the gas to go.
And when I hear that as a pedestrian, my first thought is "Oh, you're learning stick! Good for you, you'll get it eventually!"
He's on The Book of Faces. Seems fine and alive. Maybe he needed a little break.I honestly hope it's not because of me. We disagreed, it got heated, we called each other names. Still, no reason to leave.
I don't think that was the issue. I think he was getting a little fired up and forgot it was the interwebs and most of us are 13 year old boys in our parent's basements.