Extreme Clean Car Wash

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  • An electric vehicle (EV), also referred to as an electric drive vehicle, uses one or more electric motors for propulsion. Electric vehicles include electric cars, electric trains, electric lorries, electric airplanes, electric boats, electric motorcycles and scooters, and electric spacecraft.
  • Very severe or serious
  • extreme point: the point located farthest from the middle of something
  • Not usual; exceptional
  • Reaching a high or the highest degree; very great
  • of the greatest possible degree or extent or intensity; "extreme cold"; "extreme caution"; "extreme pleasure"; "utmost contempt"; "to the utmost degree"; "in the uttermost distress"
  • the furthest or highest degree of something; "he carried it to extremes"
  • the work of cleansing (usually with soap and water)
  • clean with some chemical process
  • An act of washing something or an instance of being washed
  • A medicinal or cleansing solution
  • a thin coat of water-base paint
  • A quantity of clothes needing to be or just having been washed

18 things later, still the same
18 things later, still the same
Peer pressure weighs heavily on my mind (sometimes and only then, eventually). On Flickr, I have been asked to participate in some autobiographical games such as five things, sixteen things, twenty-five things…says who? Here is some stuff about me. I will stop before running completely out of gas. We will see how many items that adds-up to at the end. Also, I have been averaging about 4 views per photo posted in the last few months. (It couldn’t possibly be the quality of my photos.) With so few people looking, it seems like a good time for such an offering. It will cut down on the number of disputes about my exaggerated claims below: 1. I am a dad with a camera and a joy for photography and writing, for imagination and for all things creative. A thirty-year career in business stifled that creativity stuff for too long. I enjoyed that career very much. This might be more fun. I still tend to think inside the photographic box and would like to change that as much as I am able. For those of you who that sort of thing comes easily to, I feel you shaking your collective heads. I will keep trying anyway. 2. As a kid, if I wasn’t playing sports then I had a job. I had some jobs that people might think were really bad…car wash shag boy, machine shop cleaner-upper, tractor driver for the Parks department, janitor in an office building…but I learned some great stuff and knew some wonderful people. Except for having to kill a few rats, my memories of my worst jobs are really good. I do not like rats. 3. Always interested in taking photographs, mostly I never had the money or the time to learn about how to do it well. That is not a regret. It is simply an observation. I took a few good ones even when I had no idea why. It comes down to choices. I chose to do other things with the limited time and disposable income that I had. I made good choices for me. The development of the digital camera has brought me great joy. Now it has come to my attention that my own use of the camera might be a method to stave off the clear need for professional therapy. In our heart of hearts, we all know it will never work. 4. I found my mate when I was seventeen years old and I knew at the time that she was the one for me. It only took me nearly six additional years to convince her. It was before there were anti-stalking laws. The fact that I recognized these things as they happened becomes more remarkable to me as I get older. I say ‘as I get older’ because by now it is clear that, for me, maturing is simply out of the question. 5. We managed to be smart enough to wait until we both had graduated from college before marrying. We have now been married for nearly thirty-three years. Not all those years were completely blissful. None were miserable. None. I would bear all difficult moments again if the rewards were the same. That body of work remains the focus of my life. 6. Our only kid is pretty much grown. That depends heavily on your definition of “grown.” He works as a financial adviser. Maturity achievement is permanently debatable. I wouldn’t have it any other way…a chip off the old block. 7. When I was a kid, my very loving family and I moved a lot. I went to seven different schools in the nine years before college. At the end of my high school years, we lived in Denver, Colorado. When choosing a college, I intensely wanted to be in one familiar place for the entirety and for it to have warm weather so I could play baseball. I endorse such a prioritizing approach to all graduating high school seniors in your matriculation decision-making. Yes, I played baseball. I still wish I could play baseball. Fortunately, my university had a more than decent business school and I had the foresight to recognize some things that might…might… eventually be more important than baseball. Well, maybe at least almost as important. 8. Within an hour from our home in Dallas, it is possible to drive to where both sets of my grandparents once lived; the college attended by two of my grandparents, both my parents, me and my son; the church where my parents were married and to places where others in my family tree settled in the 1800s. I sometimes draw some comfort in the thought that my roots are that close-by. It is difficult for me to dissect and explain that emotion. 9. My parents died quite young. Pop was 65 and Mom was only 51. Their early deaths dramatically impacted my approach to many things in my adult life. They are still missed. 10. I have seen two porno films in my life, unless you count “Pulp Fiction” or “The Exorcist.” Then it would be four. (Extreme Randomness Alert) In our early twenties, my wife and I and our good friends went to the seediest of theaters on East Colfax Dr. in Denver and giggled through two short, absurdly horrible, un-remembered ditties. (Rhymes with…something else.) There were two other “patrons” in the theater that night. Both wore trench coats and sat far away from the four gigglers. Not only have I never
Daihatsu Sportrak Altenator Versus Optomax 135mm f/2.8 - Day 189 of Project 365
Daihatsu Sportrak Altenator Versus Optomax 135mm f/2.8 - Day 189 of Project 365
21/02/09 Two mechanical objects, a camera lens and a car altenator. Both with mechanical failures, one through lack of lubrication, one through too much! The alternator in my Daihatsu Sportrak started making some unpleasant noises the other day (a rev linked whining noise particularly around about 2k rpm). I’m mechanically aware enough to not try to soldier on too much because generally this type of problem doesn't fix itself! I fact bearing problems (which this is) can sometimes do that, but more often than not they fail catastrophically at the least convenient moment! It turns out that the rear bearing has seen better days. It probably overheated or was not properly lubricated and that has resulted in greatly accelerated wear of the bearing surface. That in turn causes movement, which at high speed manifests itself as a whining noise as the bearing faces rattles against each other. I am going to have a bit of a rant here so if you want you can skip this paragraph! Rhetorical question coming up:- Why oh why do car manufactures use non standard sized bearings... I will tell you why, it’s so that when something goes wrong and you want it repaired in a hurry you have no choice but to go back to a main dealer and get a new part, when in most cases with an hour’s labour an ?10’s of parts the old part can be rebuilt as good as new. Now you can get nice reconditioned alternators, but I have the technical ability to fix this myself so why pay ?125 for a recon when I can buy a set of slip ring bushes and a pair of bearings and do it myself... I will now have to wait till Tuesday to get them ordered, that’s assuming I can find somewhere that stocks them :( Anyway moving on... Today I bought some old second hand lenses, more for curiosity than anything else. One of the lenses is like new, it’s a Optomax 135mm f/2.8 on a M42 mount. The problem is that the aperture blades refuse to shut on either the manual or automatic setting. I thought I would have a quick look and see if it was anything simple..... I think the picture above answers that question! The problem turned out to be oil in the aperture blades. Aperture’s in cameras, or rather the tiny little blades that make then up are fairly intolerant of oil. Rather than oil lubricating them, it sticks then together and in an extreme case like this lens stops them moving. This is rather like a place mat sticks to a wine glass mid way through your meal, which as you take a drink slips onto your dinner! This is why on some people selling lenses say “ the aperture blades are snappy with no oil on them” meaning they move freely without sticking. The Oil generally comes from the focus assembly and seeps out over time as the grease, that lubricates the focus helicoid, separates into a thick sludge and thin oil. This is the same process that causes the focus ring to become stiff as it tries to move round in all that sludge... (The best way have found to clean oiled aperture blades is to leave them to soak overnight in washing up liquid and then swill thoroughly in distilled water pat dry and then leave for a couple of hours to dry in an airing cupboard. ) So there you have it two problems, similar but different ;P Lightroom: crop to 16:9 ratio, auto levels, tweak fill light to bring out the shadows a bit more, saturation +25, save to JPG

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