|The Evil Twins, HP and Mini-Me, who actually write the Blog. That's Mini-Me doing the lap dance.|
I have been informed by people who check on these things that the Honda EU1000 has a 0.6 gallon tank. Which is about 5 pints, not 1 pint, as I erroneously averred. Perhaps I will correct the former post, when I get a chance. I was relying on a distant memory of the first one I owned, back in 2003.
Bad memory! Bad! Bad! Bad!
You can look it up. I could have looked it up. I apologize. I have no wish to misinform anybody, and will gladly correct any mistakes that are pointed out to me. But I am still impressed. Honda claims 8.3 hours for the tank of 0.6 gallons. When I get 4 or 5 hours to the tank (I am nothing if not imprecise), at an hour a day, that is fuel use in the range of a pint a day, or a little less than 4 gallons a month. ("Just to show I can do simple math," he claimed overconfidently.)
Maybe 11 bucks. For all the electricity I can use. Can you do that at home?
Let me tell you about this blog. When one sets sail upon a sea of words, as I have, sometimes the only way to make progress through the doldrums is to leave pride behind. It's mostly bilge anyway. This blog will always be a continuous draft.
Perhaps it is my mind and my habits that are on a shakedown cruise, rather than poor Daze.
There is some evidence I am slowly improving by dint of effort, much as she is. For instance, when I first made acquaintance with Herself, she got 7 mpg, just pulling her own weight. When pulling two motorcycles and a pair of large brothers around the Ouachita National Forest in Arkansas back in June, and even on the Interstate coming back to Texas (what was I thinking?), she got 6 mpg. I now realize that is because I was trying to go 70 mph and impress the truckers, instead of being content with 50.
Just last week, in the Panhandle of Texas? The Daze outdid herself: 7.9 mpg, pulling 1700 lb. of trailer with the Beast.
Okay, then, since I wasn't able to distract you, how have I improved? By schooling myself to not need the Internet. Of course a Blog is nothing without it, but there is no need to insist on writing only while actually on line, as I have been doing. Errors will creep in, when I cannot check on facts the second I commit them to pixels. Too bad.
Ben Franklin famously suggested that moral perfection is simply a matter of system and application. I guess I'll never know. Much of the time, given my penchant for sleeping in the high woods, there is internet service only when I pass through a large town, usually on the Beast, snatching a few minutes in some place serving ridiculously expensive coffee, or even outside sitting on the back of the Beast. This is not a climate suitable for extensive revision.
You know the routine from the soaps. Looking for Mr. Perfect? Or Mr. Perfect Right Now?
O, it's all such a sad story. When I AM fortunate enough to find an internet cafe, I am usually under time pressure, as I drove 30 miles to get there, and it's getting dark, and my back hurts, and the conversation people are having next to me is so much more interesting than what I am writing anyway, etc.
You get the drift. Any excuse will do.
The improvement part is that I'm trying to do a little editing before posting. Gasp. And then a little more. With patience. And that means I should not be in such a hurry to get every cherished nugget immediately into cyberspace. A few extra days won't kill anybody. Many an idle thought is best left unblurted. It's ready when it's ready.
I fear nothing will clear away every error. It was only a short while ago that I was just a bush ape, hoo-hawing through the trees. Now I am Homo Intelensis, Data Man.
But I miss the old hoohaw, now and then.
Bob, doing more than he is writing.