Your Daily Physics Lesson

In which the forces within are equal or greater to the forces without, Or in layman's terms - Bring It On!
First of all let me dispel a myth that may or may not be disturbing you. Ready? Here goes:

I am not a physicist. I'm not even sure I spelled it right. I know, it's shocking, what with my incredible insights into the world around me - or inside my head - whatever. But, no, I'm not one of those people who wear the pocket protectors. I'll just leave that to settle in for a minute.

If you've recovered enough from that statement, I'll continue.....

My particular version of "forces to be dealt with" this morning include not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 of my vehicles. Yes, I have 4 vehicles. Hey, hubby has way more than that, but around here, they each have their own special brand of usefulness. Even if they are just yard ornaments.

We can eliminate the bike, bike riding season is pretty much over, and li'l bro in Colorado who's temps still see 75 in the daytime, you don't even need to comment here, I'm not speaking to you anyway. I took the insurance off of the bike for the season. It was hard, mindbendingly hard, actually, but I did it. I am no longer a biker chick, but this is just for the winter.
Vehicle #2, My Egg (geo metro - 50 mpg - I can put up with a lot of ugly for 50 mpg!) currently is displaying issues involving the spewing of antifreeze all over the driveway. Apparantly, according to hubby, it is the heater core, or the heater line, or something not even remotely close or even connected to the actual heater.

That was yesterday, so I hopped in my favorite winter vehicle of all time, The Truck.
The Truck is a 1993 (I think) GMC Sierra Full Size Pickup on Big Tires, with a Crew Cab and , um, of course, 4 wheel drive. Oh yeah! The Truck!
The Truck rocks, it is my favorite vehicle in which I must ride in rather than on, but alas. The windshield wipers, as well as any assortment of dash, headlights, or taillights only work when they want to, which wouldn't be at night, or during a freezing rain session which is what we had last night coming home from work.
It gets dark here early. By 5 oclock when it's time to leave work, there is a definite need for headlights. Oh it's easy enough to see driving home, but not so much for people to see me, so working headlights are a great option.
And, when I have to stop every 1/2 mile to scrape the windshield (remember the wipers don't work and it's freezing rain) it's really cool if the people behind me can not only see me, but see that my intentions to pull over to the side of the road are documented by application of the brakes and taillights. Oh, and I forgot to mention, there's no plates and insurance on The Truck.
So, that was yesterday.
Today.... we are driving our "new" vehicle of choice, the assembled and altered, Izusu Rodeo, or The Clomper as I like to call it. I like this vehicle because it's different I guess. Really there's no reason not to like it, but it starts and stops without rain dances, goes forward and backwards, has 4 wheel drive, and the wipers and lights all work.
No, it's not legal for the road either, that should be remedied this morning, yeah, I'll be a bit late for work, deal with it.

And, if it weren't dark out still, I'd sooo take a picture of The Clomper for you. I know you'd find it just as alluring as I do.

And baby bro out in California who seems to have forgotten what snow looks like, give me time, daylight hours are limited and most of them find me inside, actually working. I'll get you pictures, don't you worry.

Edited to add pictures of The Clomper (who really doesn't like his/her name and we're working on that) and also snow pics for baby bro in CA.

Click to bigify, come on, you know you want to!

No babies yet, this isn't unusual, after all, we did end up w 5 kids so counting dates doesn't appear to be one of my strengths. I candled the 4 that were to have hatched on the 4th and none of them were good. I 'spect freezing temps before I found them. Tonight I'll look at the 4.5 dated eggs, at least the dogs are eating good!

I did have a bit of a 'venture' as my 10 y/o granddaughter used to say. We planned to go to the lys on Saturday morning. So put gas in The Truck (always a fun thing to spend money on gas when you'd rather spend money on yarn.) Picked up J who at the time, unconsciencely agreed to be my sidekick in this little 'venture'. After a stop at the coffee shop to get all properly sugared and caffieneated, We happily trekked down the road.

Allow me set the scene. It was a beautiful day, bright sun, we had our sugar and caffeine, and of course we had our knitting, because seriously, who goes anywhere with out at least a week's worth of knitting to keep them busy? Got to LYS (local yarn store), hung out there and shopped and knitted most of the day, went to KFC for a late lunch and headed home. Now when I say local, this LYS is actually in a town or two away anywhere from 40 to 1000 miles depending on how well The Truck was running. Which it did fine, until about 10 miles from home. Happily chatting away, J was knitting and I was driving when it occured to us that The Truck seemed to have joined the conversation. Happily chattering and clanking while we were chatting.

Noone invited the truck into the conversation, but there he/she was, being all boisterous and everything, clearly trying to be the life of the party. What was in that gas anyway? When it became apparant that The Truck was seriously trying to get someone's attention, we decided to pull over and give it the talking to that it deserved. Trying to interfere with our party and all. After all, as far as I know, The Truck doesn't even know how to knit! The Truck was not pleased at all with my tone as it immediately began to spew steam/smoke from under the hood. Clearly a temper tantrum, anyone could see that. Oh yeah, it banged really loud too. Just like a 3 yr old. This might seem like a catastrophe but it wasn't and I refer you back to the beautiful day... thing above. And we had enough knitting to last at least a week.

Made a few calls, and sat back to knit, enjoy the sun and balmy breeze and wait to be rescued. Sometimes being female does have its advantages. As does living in a small town and knowing every wrecker driver in said small town.

So to make a long story short..what's that? Too late? Oh, yeah sorry, but I'm almost done.

Now where was I? O yeah, flatbed came, The Truck got loaded on the back of the flatbed, with us and all of our knitting necessities loaded into the front of the flatbed.

Dropped J off and took me and the truck home. I'm blaming this whole fiasco on J because as she was laughing and telling me about all the problems she's had with blue vehicles, I looked out the windshield at the hood of The Truck and noticed it happened to be blue. It also happened to match the rest of the truck. Thank goodness the wrecker was green!

Follow up: The Truck is ok. Radiator plug fell out and it got hot but hubby (who is actually qualified to make these statements) said I didn't blow it up. Very good thing as its not really my Truck but belongs to the youngest child.

On the up side: I scored the pattern I had been searching for. The Wonderful Wallaby by Cottage Creations. Yay!!