Lets start out with some goodies I got from Rivendell, actually the first bits of clothing from anywhere in years that weren't purchased from Bar-Bar The Tent Maker [i.e. Big-n-Tall shops... i.e.i.e. 'I Am Fat And Cannot Find Shit Elsewhere' shops].
Purchased a pair of their 100% wool long john/tights... sweet. Extremely comfy and I've been wearing them for riding, hanging out and even to bed the last two nights because of our furnace being out and... well, the weather has been not nice around these parts, but more about that down below.
Also got 2 pairs of the Rivendell MUSA pants. Again, excellent. Quality, price, fit... and they feel great on the bike [which they should of course-as Grant designed them for riding]. I dig them much.
Also, some wool gloves with traction dots. Toasty warm but I can feel the wind and chill coming through them so I need something else or more... or at least liners.
Okay, onto the weather...
Ain't been pretty. High winds [up to 50mph at times] with seriously huge amounts of rain. No riding for 2 days... and that's bugging the piss out of me too. 50mph headwinds + flying debris is perhaps too much for me. Who knows... maybe I'm being a pussy but after yesterday morning I decided to wait things out.
And now onto the Cars & Trees portion...
Yesterday morning I am making B-Fast when I hear our car alarm go off. No biggie as a lot of things around here can trigger it [and often do] like: trucks, buses, choppers, etc. A couple minutes later it's still screaming though and then Chloe yells, "Daddy!! You better come here QUICK!!" Yikes, what happened?
I look out the window and see, across the street, that a rather large tree limb with many smaller sub-limbs has fallen off a tree from the wind gusts and landed half on/half off our car. A boatload of power lines have come down with it and it doesn't look good. I call 911 and report it and go outside to see what's going on and to try my civic best to direct traffic away from the mess.
While out there 5 cars ignore me standing in the street waving my arms frantically and saying/mouthing "Turn around... TURN AROUND... T U R N AAAA R O U N DDDDD" to any & all cars. 3 SUV's and their drivers flip me off and drive right into the power lines, too bad they didn't get their asses deep fried. So much for trying to be a Good Samaritan.
Finally the fire dept. shows up and looks around. They are mostly talking about some basketball game they watched the night before on tv and trash-talking one another about bets. Cool. One guys says to the other, "Hey you think the lines are hot?" and the other guy says, "Dunno, lemme grab 'em and see". They are chuckle and the guy grabs them and starts shaking. They all begin laughing and then cut the lines and move the huge branch away from our car and start getting back in their truck. I ask them if they shouldn't cut the tree down as it was leaning badly every time a gust came up [which was about every 45 seconds]... they told me they weren't authorized to make those decisions and that the Parks & Recreation Dept. would have to make that call and act accordingly. Nice. They get in and drive away.
Amy & our neighbor, who lives below us in the garden apt, walk over and look at our car from the front. As they are standing there, I hear this huge C R A C K coming from behind them and look over to see the tree sheer in half and start falling... directly above them both. Top of my lungs I yell, YO RUN!!!!!!!! which of course they were doing anyway, regardless of my informed verbalizations. Fortunately, thank Arbor Day, they made it... but this piece was even larger, and sadly, didn't sorta miss our car but nailed the fucker directly, right down the middle. The weight of this particular hunk of tree was such that as I stood there and watched this whole thing go down, the car actually bounced twice when the full weight of this chunk landed on our car: first bounce made all 4 tires actually leave the asphalt by about a foot & a half, car came down and bounced right back up-all 4 wheels leaving the ground by about a half a foot this time. All the lights came on... including the alarm. :-|
For your viewing pleasure:
So... back on the phone to 911 and the fire dept. They show back up and kinda look apologetically sheepish, especially when I asked them if Dunkin Doughnuts was having a sale.
While they determined if the next batch of lines were hot or not, I pondered the meaning of, "To Serve & Protect" and 911 in general.
I also kept my eyes peeled skyward with every gust because it was truly scary out there...
Finally we went over to survey the damage of a direct hit onto our Swedish Brick...
In the end, besides missing a lot of trim and assorted cosmetic bits, and-for some reason-the right side parking lights on the car insist on staying on regardless of us turning them on or off... ignition on or not, things weren't bad. Not bad at all really.
So... in the end, we are seriously starting to think this was an omen leaning heavily toward living Carfree.