Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Throwback Thursday

Posted: October 22, 2015 in My Whirled
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The Thinking Viking has a history.  Big surprise.

What I am thinking about “right now” is learning why it is important not to get angry at machines.

I was fine tuning the ignition advance  (via mechanical contact points) on my 1976 BMW 2002. The car that replaced the Nissan that I almost died in, the “other time I broke my other leg in a bad accident”.  I was 17, on a Saturday morning – late summer- trying desperately NOT to have to pay some god damn shop to keep my old car running…..when I dropped the screwdriver and tried to grab it as it fell.  Missed it, got mad and punched the closest thing.

Managed to slash my hand open on a piece of the frame and sent that one VERY important part flying into the weeds and causing a stream of obscenities.

Dude… NEXT TIME do NOT PUNCH THE CAR.  That was pretty pointless.  I found the screw after a half hour and a very strong magnet.

I later ended up trading that car, sans working transmission, for my first motorcycle, a 1976 Kawasaki  175 Enduro that was in decent running shape.  History unfolds.

Fast forward twenty years and I have bought, repaired  and sold ANOTHER vintage BMW and another motorcycle.  Back to one simple car.

Sorta back where I started.

Hmmm.  Might have more thoughts here later.



The Thinking Viking is still thinking about a lot of drafts, so, to keep things interesting, here’s two more pics.  Undisclosed location.  Enjoy.coverIMG_0538

You don’t need to think about this, but fungi were reclassified a not so long while back as belonging to the the same branch of life that produced US (animals, chemo-autotrophs, or organisms that cannot photosynthesize and must consume “food” to grow) eventually. These are your extremely distant cousins.

But I ask you to please , think about it.


PS I will give a massive WOW THIS PERSON KNOWS THEIR STUFF shout out for you if  ANYONE can identify these….



There’s a little Qwik-E-Mart type place – well, more of a mini-grocery+liquor+porn store just down the road from my pad. Run by a Pakistani family all devout Muslims.  The main guy is there all day, six days a week. 6 AM to 10 PM, 11 PM Friday and Saturday, 9 PM on Sundays.  That is nearly 100 hours a week.  But I’m not talking about him.

They employ a man for clean-up and shelf stocking.  This is who I am talking about. I am fairly sure he is suffering from Proteus Syndrome – aka The Elephant Man.  UPDATE: I asked him direct what happened.  It’s worse than I thought. He has no disease.  He applied some Mexican made face cream/balm and fell asleep with it on. His body reacted badly, nature is cruel.  This man looks like his face is …well, I can’t describe it.  Huge red lumpy growths cover his left cheek and chin, he can barely see out of the left eye. Several fingers are affected.  This is the face that makes children cry and hide behind their mothers.  Even a blind woman would know he is, well, truly hideous to look upon.

But you know what?  Two years ago I was recovering from surgery to rebuild my right leg after an “almost killed me” motorcycle wreck. I was on crutches and in a great deal of pain.  When I crutched my way up to the door of their shop, wondering how I was going to even open the door, guess who ran up to help? He held the door, and once I was inside, he walked back and picked up the brand of beer I buy – that’s about all I buy there, since their selection of groceries is pretty limited, and brought it up to the counter.  I looked at him for the  first time then- I admit I had averted my gaze – he’s that bad- and then I saw the person who was in there.  A kind, compassionate human being. Hidden behind a face even a mother would have trouble loving.  He then helped me get the beer into my backpack, after seeing me struggle with the crutches.  And held the door as I left.

So, I have a bunch of metal in my leg.  It hurts sometimes.  But babies smile at me. Strangers don’t cringe and look away. Ladies tell me I’m good looking.

Life could be MUCH worse.


(tip: do not buy bacon at a store run by Muslims, just saying)