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Uncle Al
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Kilted Organist/Musician
Grand Musician of the Grand Lodge, I.O.O.F. of Texas 2008-2025
When asked 'Why the Kilt?'
I respond-The why is F.T.H.O.I. (For The H--- Of It)
But my GPS said go straight - the instructions from Gennie Siri Alexa or whatever her name is !
"YES SKIRTING MATTERS"!
"Kilt-On" -or- as the case may be "Skirt-On" !
WHY ?
Isn't wearing a kilt enough?
Well a skirt will do in a pinch!
Make mine short and don't you dare think of pinching there !
There is a railroad bridge in Augusta Ga. that has this problem at least 8 to 10 times a year.
The bridge has warning lights signs as well as very loud telltales before you get to the bridge telling you to take another route. The last time this happened it took two days to reopen the bridge to rail traffic (due to the inspections required by the state and feds.)the bridge was not damaged and a day and a half to reopen road traffic. The truck was totaled as the back came off in 2 pieces and spread its contents all over the road.
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"It is better to be hated for what you are than be loved for what you are not" Andre Gide: 1869 - 1951 Always be yourself because the people that matter don’t mind and the ones that mind don’t matter.
In the 70s I rented a van, a Ford Transit, to make a trip to France and Italy. In one of the Italian places along the Mediterranean Sea, Arma di Taggia, I went under a railway viaduct. There a sign indicating the height of the ceiling. The first number had faded but at my side the opening was high enough for a big truck. I did not realize I was near the mountains and the road was climbing. When I was halfway, a little car came from the other side with lights flashing and the horn sounding. I was first, you impatient Italian, I was thinking and drove on slowly. Then I heard a crumbling screeching sound overhead. I drove back, parked and checked the damage. Just a few scratches and dents. The very vague number on the sign was a 1 (one) for sure.
All progress takes place outside the comfort zone - M J Bobak
Last year the roof bars of my van grazed the height gauges at the entrances to car parks twice in two weeks. One was in Buckinghamshire and the other was in Cornwall - but the cause in both cases was identical. The height of the gauge above the road surface was correct and the van should have gone through; however someone had decided to put road humps each side of it and these lifted both sets of wheels simultaneously, raising the van roof high enough to hit the gauge.
There is no such thing as a normal person, only someone you don't know very well yet.
pelmut wrote:[...] however someone had decided to put road humps each side of it and these lifted both sets of wheels simultaneously, raising the van roof high enough to hit the gauge.
Thereby nullifying the purpose and value of the warning device.
Are you folks hiring "traffic engineers" from the USA? If so, STOP. There's nothing but pain and suffering otherwise. You have been warned.
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