Blog M2

Very early this morning I sent my partner off on a drive to France, in our venerable R11 Renault, but not before discovering that the recently filled fuel tank, brand new, was leaking from a connector hose between the filler and the tank; when I´d replaced the tank, I´d felt it was wise to replace the tubes and other rubber components, but I kept all the old bits, so I had the original, dated, 1986 connector hose, but the official spare part, not dated, failed in a depressingly short time. I don´t know what your opinion of the motor trade is, but years ago I worked in that business, and I never had a good impression from then on, of the calibre of people thusly employed.... I have just had a call from my lady, out on the motorway system of Austria, five hours into her journey, reporting the alternator light showing bright red in her view. She is close to an Audi garage, and I have just instructed her on the likely time her car has before it fails electrically, and coached her on a suitable approach to the garage for assistance, or preferably, a direction to a nearish friendly auto wrecker who´ll have a suitable alternator to keep her on the road at not too much expense...... I´ll complete this when I get her next call. Which just came in; the Audi garage
couldn´t/wouldn´t help, so she´s nursed the car to Liezen, but the garages are at lunch.... it´s here or nothing, as she can´t move without a whole lot of help.....mind you; a proactive bloke with an auto breakers yard could have her on her way in 20 minutes....  No, the big garage, full of sixteen year olds in training only has a `new bits´ solution, so she´s attempting to get another 5kms to the next garage. Driving across Europe has certain budget limitations.... We do it more than most people, even in a convoy with all our belongings overloading us; a real adventure, and we´ve made it each time. I find the expressway trips in the latest Volvo to be exceedingly boring, with dangerous distractions from the multi level aircon control adjustments, the balance on the 12 speaker soundsystem, and the autopilot saying ´turn left immediately´...... you know the technological crap we are somehow being swamped with.... so, while some of you will be saying `serves her right, in an old car´, we´ll plump for an oldie anyday. And stand the hassles of sourcing older parts, but in zero degrees on an Austrian stretch, I´m fretting for my lady finding that friendly garage man.... Now her third call, totally in tears; all the pricks on earth gravitate to a young woman in distress; they´ve sent her on a wild goose chase for nothing; they don´t know of a wrecker/breaker, or any person helpful; the cost estimates mount, and these shit-for-brains are the same people who fix your new car; the motor trade is a mounting tragedy; buy new; the pathetic bleat of a pathetic industry; I wish the pox on them all. If you drive France-Slovenia, as we do, you´ll see ten times more shiny new cars broken down than older models. There´s a reality check for you; throw money at that one if you fancy, but I won´t line their pockets. I´ve just heard she´s found the wrecker who is now persuading a suitable alternator into place as darkness descends; poor soul, she´s got 600 more kms before France, and its a long lonely road.... Maman phoned just now to say she´d got a text from our valiant voyager; Munich was on the horizon, and she was only €40 lighter for the service by the wrecking yard, and an invitation to come by again, so that is all good, and the Kms are zipping by again. The exception proves the rule, and yeah, we found the nice guy once again, after some effort; Nuff said.

Blog P3

´ve just been talking with a friend back in New Zealand who told me how the Pacific Ocean is the only ´clean´ocean left on this planet; he may be slightly right, but in the fifty years I had in that part of the world I knew of many horrific anecdotes of accidents, spillages, and deliberate dumpings of things toxic around the shores of those Pacific isles, not to mention the extensive history of shipwrecks that the coastline has accumulated. I have deliberately avoided the active research into the truth of the ´purity of the Pacific´; I suspect it is a myth; there are enough big cynics in this world without my joining them; suffice it to say the industrialists, energy producers and military actors who´ve roved over that part of the globe looking for an out-of-the-way spot to do something irresponsible, are thick on the ground still; maybe the oilcos are using ´green´ attitudes in their new approach to being ´responsible players´ in the world energy market, but as someone who acquired a serious level of lead poisoning while just ´living an active life´ in NZ, and having to discover that
´ínadvertent poisoning´ was a likely outset of life in the Pacific, (which one could not avoid if driving long distances was part of the plan,) I have to say we are all in need of a higher level of consciousness regarding the purity of our environment wherever we are. Until relatively recently NZ had the highest levels of lead in petrol, in the world; the ´unleaded´in that part of the world STILL has lead; it is all a matter of levels of acceptability as to what half-truths we are told; the Australian Lead Association used to host annual gatherings for the motor trade in NZ, and I recall their sole interest was to sell us more lead, anyway they could; I was in the Sales and Distribution office of a large battery manufacturer, and it was there that I learnt the horrors of lead cholic, and the allied problems that careless actions around lead could create. That is one chemical we´ve `brought out in public´, but lead accumulates (sic) in our systems, and does not go away rapidly, and yet is generally not covered in blood analysis other than for exposure in the most recent weeks, whereas analysis of the hair, a medically `uncommon´ procedure except in autopsies, can show amazingly high levels of all sorts of ´unnaturally occurring´ chemicals, the side effects of which can only lead to `unsubstantiated suppositions´concerning the behaviour of the human race. (Just for the record, I had 11.9 ppm of Lead, and did the EDTA detox, and all the other detoxes known to man, and found my anger levels subsided amazingly. I think anger in society could be closely allied to lead, but what would I know?) So why I live here in Slovenia, just a stone´s throw from a nuclear power station, is that it is a truth, and I live with a lot of truths; should I be cruising the Pacific as my Marine Biologist son will do this January and February, I could check Mururoa or those other `ex-nuclear´ bombsites, and maybe assess what `pure and clean´means in terms of scientific fact. Instead I´ll just close my eyes and imagine all those dudes surfing those remore breaks under the endless blue skies. Nuff said.