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Monthly Rant by Y. Cant
This month – topics more close to our hearts “motor sport” , more specifically “Formula 1”. Now I don't want anyone here to think that I am some kind of new male/ reconstructed husband type , but at this time of year I look forward to the new season. To prepare for this I have checked out the ironing board, the steam iron and I have amassed a considerable backlog of shirts, trousers, jumpers etc during the closed season to set me up for the first part of the year. What is this man talking about; is he off his head ? I hear you say – ironing board, steam iron. YES all necessary accoutrements for the fanatic. Why ? Because F1 has become so bloody boring over the last few years that the only way to stay focused for the 3 hours of the event is to do something else while “watching” in anticipation for some action. I used to relax on the old ”Lazy-Boy” with a tincture or two to hand, while being waited on hand and foot by the mem-sahib, but frankly I found myself passing into oblivion and waking up to the soporific tones of Thora Hird during the God slot. If there was any action, I missed it. As to who had won, I had to wait for the ten o'clock news. So after trying various methods of improving my attention span, I found “doing the ironing” the solution. The standing up keeps you awake, and two weeks of clothes to be ironed just about fills the time slot , and all of this activity can be done right in front of the TV.
How has F1 come to this sorry state? Why do I punish myself. Well, you see, I have always thought of F1 as the pinnacle of of my motor sport hobby and I can't bare to let it go. F1 has however in my view “developed” to such a level of uber techno interference that unless we have rain, serious accidents the whole event is a procession. In fact, I am sure that the driver is now just getting in the way of the techno gizmos.
Yours aye,
Y. Cant
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February Rant
February Rant
This month I was going into more Motor Sport mode and I had even written half of the piece, but I was overtaken by events, as they say in politics “events dear boy, events”. These events were over-eating, seasonal illness and then “The Weather”. Lets forget about my problems, but folks, the weather!!! , or should I say the reporting of the weather. Perhaps it is just me, I have seen a few summers and winters you know, but really is this recent “cold spell” just as bad as the media / Police / Local Authorities would have us believe. Now before any one thinks I am heartless, the cold and ice and snow conditions do bring difficulties to the vulnerable in our society, but in regard to motoring issues, just where has common sense and self- responsibility gone. Equally, where has the planning and organisation, by those we pay to keep our arteries of commerce open, gone.
In my everyday life I cover many hundreds of miles each week for business and pleasure, I have done so for many years. I travelled all over the country and experienced all types of terrain and weather types. I have also had the opportunity to experience Eastern European, Scandinavian and Canadian winter conditions and boy are those extreme by our standards of the “British norm” , yet for the motorists of those lands, life goes on. Are they a special breed? Do they have the right kind of snow? Do they have special vehicles or equipment? Is it experience? Well in the words of the Sage: “maybe yes and maybe no”. I have travelled extensively in Scandinavia in heavy trucks (weights in excess of 60 tonnes gross), in temperatures below -20C, on ploughed but not treated roads. The trucks travelled at “normal, everyday” speeds for most of the journeys, the windscreen washers worked, traction was maintained and the evidence of weather related accidents and incidents was minimal. Lets compare and contrast this to UK conditions.
The television media carries weather reports and predictions of low temperature and snow to the masses, so we could reasonably assume the authorities get this info sooner and in more detail. The knowledge of seasonality of this is so banal that it should not require questioning, but is the road network made ready ? No. Are grit boxes in place and filled? No. Are the ploughs and gritters on standby? No. So what happens on Day 1 of the first “Freeze Day”? We all know, don't we?
You may recall a TV public information film of some years back concerning poor driving practice, in regard to parking/overtaking/ exiting junctions or some such, featuring Reginald Molehusband , the epitome of low key fecklessness. You know the type; “looks as if his Mammy knitted him”. Strange as it may seem he appears (in the Biblical sense) to have “gone forth and multiplied” and the fruit of his loins has infiltrated the general motoring public to an alarming degree. So what do we get? Hordes of unprepared vehicles, driven by generations of Molehusbands and did I mention British Norm, yes he is there too. You combine this with an unfamiliar environment and mayhem breaks out. Cars with frozen washers , bald tyres, dirty lights, or none at all. No knowledge of “safer routes”, no plans to leave earlier for that appointment, no common sense, no defrosted brain.
Just too many people seem to have watched the various documentaries on penguins or the film “Happy Feet”. This new breed of motorist thinks that by slowing down and bunching up like a flock of penguins, they will be safe. What sets in is as follows, driving at under 20 MPH, 3 feet from the car in front transfers ALL responsibility for ANY action to someone else. So that takes care of the blame culture. We all know, don't we that speed is dangerous (the Polis keep telling us this), therefore anything under 20MPH , that is, under the urban speed limit is by definition safe, so that takes care of the anti speed culture. Following the man in front means that you don't have to be able to see, make a decision or steer, taking care of the Nanny State culture. Then what happens? Someone gets stuck – no traction, blinded by windscreen crud or whatever and then it starts. We get collisions, people trying to escape the pack get stuck, lanes get blocked, need I go on.
When the roads stay blocked because the ploughs/gritters can't get access its the motorists at fault. To some degree yes, but why were the gritters not out BEFORE the mayhem. Another question, why do the Highways Agency , Councils, Traffic Scotland not have some all-wheel drive trucks? While on the subject of AWDs or WMDs as Gov and Council would have us believe in the way they demonise and over tax the owners – light flurry of snow and its “please will the 4X4 owners come out and help us”; oh, so you need us now ! Well on your bike chum, should be the response , but as usual its not the authorities who would suffer its the poor man in the street.
So happy motoring, and like a good Scout, be prepared.
Yours aye,
Y. Cant
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January 2010 Rant
January Monthly Rant by Y. Cant
This month – topics more close to our hearts “motor sport” , more specifically “Formula 1”. Now I don't want anyone here to think that I am some kind of new male/ reconstructed husband type , but at this time of year I look forward to the new season. To prepare for this I have checked out the ironing board, the steam iron and I have amassed a considerable backlog of shirts, trousers, jumpers etc during the closed season to set me up for the first part of the year. What is this man talking about; is he off his head ? I hear you say – ironing board, steam iron. YES all necessary accoutrements for the fanatic. Why ? Because F1 has become so bloody boring over the last few years that the only way to stay focused for the 3 hours of the event is to do something else while “watching” in anticipation for some action. I used to relax on the old ”Lazy-Boy” with a tincture or two to hand, while being waited on hand and foot by the mem-sahib, but frankly I found myself passing into oblivion and waking up to the soporific tones of Thora Hird during the God slot. If there was any action, I missed it. As to who had won, I had to wait for the ten o'clock news. So after trying various methods of improving my attention span, I found “doing the ironing” the solution. The standing up keeps you awake, and two weeks of clothes to be ironed just about fills the time slot , and all of this activity can be done right in front of the TV.
How has F1 come to this sorry state? Why do I punish myself. Well, you see, I have always thought of F1 as the pinnacle of of my motor sport hobby and I can't bare to let it go. F1 has however in my view “developed” to such a level of uber techno interference that unless we have rain, serious accidents the whole event is a procession. In fact, I am sure that the driver is now just getting in the way of the techno gizmos.
Yours aye,
Y. Cant
December
December Monthly Rant by Y. Cant
Well, last month it was lights. This month it's BUS LANES, that are in place thanks to your local Council.
If you are like me, and many of you will be – arms, legs, brain, that sort of thing, and oh yes one of the main essentials of motoring - a car to actually drive in to experience these frustrations, you will try your best to make good and safe progress . Start up the old pride and joy and exit your drive / parking slot and it all begins to go wrong, especially if you are an urban dweller / commuter. Let me illustrate:
Bus Lanes – designed to help the flow of public transport and let's not forget the passenger in it – note no typo here – yes the passenger (singular). Makes sense to have them (the bus lane) on the inside , that's the bit nearest the pavement where the passenger awaits. But lo, the “coonsull” decides that the stop should be at or near the end of the lane near the traffic lights and the outside lane is for right turn only, and guess what that is where the bus usually wants to go. Net result ALL lanes blocked when a bus arrives on the scene. Have you seen the bus lanes that are shorter than the buses – neat trick that and the ones that are narrower than the buses. Then there is the restricted use aspect of all this paint on the road. To the omni observant, and you all are I am sure, the times that we mortals are allowed to use them are up on signs. These signs are designed and positioned to be visible ONLY when you are allowed to use the lane, because when its use is “verboten”, “interdit” , “nae tae be used” (sorry not showing off my language skills here, but complying with EC Directive EC 27/5766090403/89/2009 – for all inclusiveness – we are ALL Europeans now , no Johnny Foreigners and all that), you can't see the sign because a wall of bloody buses is in the way. When you do get to the end of the lane and you need to enter the nearside – reference my previous statement on preferred bus routes – you can't get in either because of said buses now occupying two lanes or HORROR of HORRORS some sod in a car has made a pre-emptive strike and entered the hallowed bus lane (!) and if it was only one it would not be too bad, but it's everyone going your way EXCEPT you and no one wants to let you in!!!
If this was the only phenomenon to be experienced on the bus routes it would be bad enough but no, no and thrice no, a strange thing happens in the “out of hours” hours. You will notice, dear reader, that during those hallowed, free for all hours, no bu**er, except YOU is using the “bus lane”, especially buses and taxis, but also the same sods that can't get into it fast enough during the daily commute hours.. It is as if there is some force beyond all understanding that herds them down the middle of the road, UNTIL you get to the end at the lights/ junction and then they CUT YOU UP, because they think you should not be there, and damn you for passing them on the inside ! And Edinburgh ( you've guessed it I am a Weegie) , if you ever “drive in Edinburgh” , (and that's possibly one of those contradictory terms like “military intelligence” and “cheap lawyer” ) they even have bus lanes down the middle of the road. It must make getting on a bus fun, but there again we used to have to do that with the trams – but of course there were only eight cars then and butter was still on ration. (Oh goodness just gave my age away!)
Anyway enough for now, seasons greetings, and on that subject I was told once I had a face like a Christmas Card – “greeting all the time”, and as the vandalised signs in Ayrshire used to say “a little car gets you there”
Yours aye,
Y. Cant
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November Rant
Why can't everyone be like me? Sane, sensible, law-abiding and oh did I mention verging on the perfect? Well the upside of this is that if they were, there would be nothing to rant about – and when it comes to motoring and those who purport to be drivers I would not have the makings of an article .
Those of us into motor-sport will be familiar with the old saying “motor-sport improves the breed”. No, no, nothing to do with the top and bottom of a sandwich, but cars, and in my humble opinion (and you don't get much more humble than me, well that's my excuse for pie eating) and those who drive them competitively. So having got you all on my side let's begin.
Yet another old saying “to finish first, first you have to finish”. That means preparation and attention to detail. For the ordinary, everyday driver this is no less so, and with winter now upon us we can all see the unprepared - one headlight, no rear lights, steamed up windows. OK, the steamed up windows can occur at any time and far be it for me to criticise those heavy breathers among us, but the lights - I just can't let that go. Now the failed light is nothing new, and I have always been fastidious in checking them and I have always carried spares, so those who don't do as I do get up the proverbial twinned frontal breathing apparatus. How simple can it be? Switch the lights on and look. Any light that doesn't work, you replace it with the appropriate bulb - simples. So damn those lazy sods who don't. Perhaps I judge too harshly, because over the last few weeks I have had to change failed bulbs in my cars and guess what, it is not an easy task. I seem to have lived a charmed life for several years, because these were the first occasions that I had had to change my own bulbs since who knows when. During this period, the palmy days of motoring as I like to call them, form appears to have taken over from practicality. Today's clear lens, jewel-eyed lights might look good but just try to unplug the loom, remove the dust cover and lamp holder and extract the bulb on just about any model built in the last 10 years and you are in for a big surprise.
First the skills you will require; the dexterity of a brain surgeon, the hands the size of a three year old, and arms that bend in directions that you never thought possible except on a freak show performer. Did I mention eyes on stalks like some insect or extra terrestrial being? Oh, and the patience of a saint. Put aside about 4 hours, pre-order several packs of Elastoplast and tubes of soothing antiseptic cream. Be prepared at any time to short-circuit (no pun intended) the process by resorting to a full socket set, wheel ramps and an engine crane and your ready to change your bulb. And while you are about it, just go the full monty and change both. The rear bulbs are usually no easier. First strip out the boot lining, remove several one-time-use-only clips that no one ever has in stock. Remove the wiring loom and detach a well wedged in light unit in order to detach the bulb holder. By the time this is done you have forgotten which bulb was blown. As time has passed so quickly, now in the failing daylight you cannot focus on the filament for any clue of failure, so you have to reassemble the light unit, only the wiring loom will not reach the extracted lamp unit. You guessed it - the cretin who designed it was an accountant ( sorry it just had to be said) and he could not justify the extra 0.25 of a Euro to make the loom longer and your life easier. You replace the whole lot and switch on . If you're lucky you find that you only had a dry connection and the bulbs are OK, if not you're going to need the powers of Mr Memory to retain the visual imprinting on your brain of the bu**ered bulb and its location and juxtaposition to other bulbs in the unit. Oh, go for it just change the lot and be damned with the cost. And that's another thing, the price. I have bought cheaper cars than the price of premium bulbs. Now at this stage all those worries about the space time continuum and the meaning of life become merely academic and the part in the handbook that says “to change this bulb return vehicle to workshop” and the thought of that £78 an hour charge seem almost tempting, nay sensible. Could this just be the reason we see so many “one-eyed” monsters on the road?
As a post script, I just had to have a chat with a taxi driver the other day. Followed him into a filling station, having tailed him in the dark trying to warn him that he had no lights on. It so happens I was going that way at the time. It transpired that his Skoda Octavia did have its lights on. This secret was given away by the illumination from the front side lights and number plate lights, but all 4 tail lights had blown as had the 2 stop and tails, and all but one of the small bulbs in the high level brake light. This professional, hero of public service transport, entered the kiosk and purchased ONE tail light bulb. I just had to ask the question, where was he planning to stick it!!
Yours aye,
Y. Cant
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