This one is about the “right to roam”….in this case, it’s the Scottish understanding that private lands should be accessible to travelers and adventurous souls.
Interesting.
We don’t act like that around here.
I even have a “no trespassing” sign on the property we own down the street.
I don’t want to share….but, then again, the folks who want to share around here don’t always take such good care of other people’s property.
Maybe if the expectation was different on both sides….that care had to be taken to continue to have the right to enjoy access…..wellllllll…..things might be kind of nice.
A “right to roam” would be a good thing to be able to enjoy.
I’d say, “HOWDY, NEIGHBOR!!” if I dropped down onto the property on the other side of the fence.
It would be nice not to get shot….for sure.
Here’s the definition of “right to roam”…..from Wikipedia:
The freedom to roam, or “everyman’s right”, is the general public’s right to access certain public or privately owned land, lakes, and rivers for recreation and exercise. The right is sometimes called the right of public access to the wilderness or the “right to roam“.
My Jeep has issues right now….but I think that I’m going to go to the junkyard and buy a whole rear end instead of pulling the axle and replacing the part that ripped. ( Did you know that a stout steel backing plate could “tear” under pressure? Did you know that when everything goes bad back in a brake drum you can lose all your brake fluid and then you stop being able to stop? There must be a lot of stress when I’m careening down a mountain and need to halt suddenly a couple of times before I get to the bottom….).
So…this will be another thing that I get to learn how to do out in the gravel.
Scotty Kilmer makes it look easy.
It darn well better be.
I’m tired of feeling tired….because of these stupid cars.
I need to bolt something together and TAKE OFF!!
(You know I’m only kidding about this being easy. Nothing on these rusty beasts is easy. I’m toast.)
I’m up and everyone else is asleep and tonight I need to stay up to celebrate my birthday.
I wonder if I’ll konk out on the couch while the party rages around me?
That will make people mad.
I turn 59 today.
Who saw that one coming?
I’m 59 today….which is information that some internet scammer will probably use to bring down my financial empire.
Internet scammers are good at “doing the math”.
You shouldn’t reveal anything.
You’re safer hiding in a deep, dark hole somewhere people can’t see or know you.
“Safer”….that’s what I’m shooting for.
That’s what’s going to get me to 120.
The Jeep is running great now….but yesterday it stopped….stopping great.
The wheel cylinder blew out and I lost my brakes on one of the steep hills behind the post office.
That was exciting.
And….the problem is bigger than I thought.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!
The backing plate….which is a part made out of pretty thick metal….”tore” where the wheel cylinder mounts to the plate….split right down to where it mounts to the axle….err….hub(?)….split to the point where it needs to be replaced before I can start to do a brake job.
There must be a lot of stress back in the parts that stop a heavy Jeep on a bunch of steep, steep hills.
There’s a lot of stress in the driver of a Jeep that has to stop on big, steep hills, too.
Nothing’s split in me, though….just a bunch of little stress fractures that I can’t see.
So…a cheap fix that I can do in the driveway got a lot more complicated.
So…I’m back to driving the Toyota on the route.
Good I got used to driving the old truck while they were replacing the engine in the Jeep….a job that (because I was patient) took 4 months.
That’s a long time to replace an engine.
That’s a crazy, long time to have my Jeep sitting in somebody’s shop.
Patient=passive schmuck…sometimes….even if I only heard that comparison in my own head.
(That’s what you call “good self-talk”.)
Maybe a good birthday resolution is to start yelling at people a lot more?
I’m going to be a SQUEAKY WHEEL if I can ever keep a rig on the road.
I’m going to be a bitchy old man if it kills me.
Mail Jeep.
Good grief….it’s a love/hate thing, for sure.
And….what a speed bump having no brakes can be!
Anyway….it’s my birthday.
My family’s all here with me….sleeping right now.
How much better could I have it than that?
I have the perfect life that everyone talks about.
