Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
"Absolutely no symbolism was intended," the company said.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The soaring price of crude oil has turned gas tanks into a cache of valuable booty, and repair shops have replaced several tanks punctured or drilled by thieves thirsting for the nearly $4-a-gallon fuel inside. "That's the new fad," said Dale Forton, the co-owner of Dearborn Auto Tech in Detroit. "I'd never seen it before gas got up this high."
While gas station drive-off's and siphoning are far more common methods of stealing gas, reports of tank and line puncturing are starting to trickle into police departments and repair shops across the country.
More on that later...
Of course, maybe I'm not looking in the right place. I come from the generation who merely siphoned gas during the oil embargo of the late 1970s when gasoline was ... gasp ... over 60 cents a gallon. Now, they're using power tools...
"What made this particular method so dangerous and concerning for us was the way in which they were doing it - using cordless drills to puncture holes in these tanks," he said of the rash of cases his department has investigated this spring. "The heat, friction generated could have easily sparked a fire. It just made for a dangerous situation for the suspects and the Tank puncturing has yet to reach the radar screens of law enforcement organizations such as the National Sheriffs' Association, or the Automotive Service Association, a group that represents independent garage operators community."
For the record (as if that matters) 1 gallon of gasoline weighs 8.66 pounds, or (for argument's sake) 140 ounces. Gold is $907 an ounce, and at $4 a gallon that makes gasoline 3 cents an ounce - or not quite "liquid gold".
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
- David Letterman
Sunday, May 25, 2008
For part 3 of Holiday Photo Weekend, I'll take you on a tiny tour of my corner of the world that we call West Deptford Township. That's the sign at the local WAWA, which isn't actually in West Deptford. It's in Woodbury Heights, which probably doesn't mean a lot more to you than West Deptford, but if you lived here, you'd know the difference.
"No bicycles, jogging, dog walking or sight-seeing." Technically, I was doing 2 of those 4 things, so I guess I should feel lucky that the local police didn't haul me downtown.
Hardly a day goes by that somebody doesn't ask me, "Show me your bike." This is the commuter bike I use to tool around town. They're real babe-magnets, as you can see. Women love a guy with panniers and a trunk-bag.
It's hard to tell if this is a beach on the south of France or a lovely resort town in Bermuda. It's neither. It's the smelly shore of the Delaware River, directly across from the Philadelphia International Airport and a few miles downwind of the great city itself. Romantic couples often share a picnic lunch on the river in the hopes of catching a passing plane crash or watching an oil tanker chug by on its way to one of the numerous refineries.
This is the famous bike shop where I bought the famous bike. It's less than a half mile from home. I bought both of my bikes there, but the other one is practically useless in everyday life. The shop was recently remodeled, which is nice. I was afraid they were going to move, and if the shop moved, I'd have to move, too.
Across the road is the supermarket/liquor store/abandoned retail store and Staples. Around town, we call this "one-stop shopping". Most days, I walk to the store, and I'm so spoiled that I generally just buy a few things, since it's so close that I just go back the next time I need something. The liquor store is especially handy.
This is the view down the road, looking west toward Woodbury. Down the road a couple of miles is the WAWA and a Subway that makes a nice lunch sandwich. It's an easy ride down.
So, that was pretty much my day. Out to River Winds to lift weights and sweat a little, to the shop to pick up some bike stuff and down the big hill to the local Subway for a lunch/dinner sandwich. (I break the 12-inchers in half). Overall, the official mileage count was 16.2 miles.
Tomorrow, I'll be back on the "useless" road bike for a ride that is going to be at least 60 miles with my usual group. Since I'm a sucker for peer pressure, I might be tempted to extend the ride 20 or 30 miles. Ya never know.
Then, Monday night I'll be at Citizens Bank Ballpark for the Phillies versus the Colorado Rockies. It's Dollar-Dog night at the ballpark, so after all this bike work, I might be justified in downing a few hot dogs for dinner.
Just don't allow yourself to forget what the holiday means.