Rail bicycling looks like fun out in the open, but it would spook the hell out of me on the bridges. One rogue gust of wind blows you away, one mis-timed tunnel and you go splat. Nice vid with nice music.
Bo Diddley was a national treasure who got ripped off big time by the recording industry, partly due to his own ignorance of copyright law. The vid is from about 2008.
We lost another Great One this past week.
R.I.P. Richard Anthony Monsour aka Dick Dale (1937- 2019).
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here in 24 or more.
The Rumjacks‘ “An Irish Pub Song” is “a piss take at the explosion of Irish Pubs in Australia and the bastardisation of a culture.”
From the lyrics posted on the Utoobage:
There’s a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub.
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap, The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap, The ideal wannabee Paddy trap, We’ll call it an Irish pub.
Circa 1978, NASA engineers wondered how many tampons astronaut Sally Ride would need for a week in space. “Is 100 the right number?” they asked. “No. That would not be the right number,” she replied. [source]
[Top Images: Pluto in 2018 found here. Pluto in 1930 found here.]
Ralph Britten purchased a water tower from the nearby town of Lefors, Texas, transported it to Groom. The tower was intended to supply Britten’s remote truck stop /restaurant and tourist information center with water, but he found a cheaper supply and installed the empty tower as an advertisement on Route 66.
Britten’s business burned to the ground, but his water tower still stands.
