tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79851892008-07-14T10:40:33.409-07:00Hoopty RidesMister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comBlogger348125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-40886290377802205532008-07-14T08:28:00.000-07:002008-07-14T10:40:33.442-07:00Mister Jalopy on NPR's Day to Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SHuL5rY3gKI/AAAAAAAABw4/5kcDMEy-Cck/s1600-h/jalopy540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SHuL5rY3gKI/AAAAAAAABw4/5kcDMEy-Cck/s400/jalopy540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222922015882051746" border="0" /></a>Mister Jalopy, in front of <a href="http://www.cocosvariety.com/">Coco's Variety</a><br /></div><br />Along with <a href="http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/au/26">Dale Dougherty</a> and <a href="http://www.nemomatic.com/nemomatic/home.html">Nemo Gould</a>, I was interviewed for NPR's Day to Day on the Maker's Movement. Celeste and Shereen did a great job bringing together a compelling piece on why we should be doing more making and less buying.<br /><br />Having written the Maker's Bill of Rights back in 2005, I feel that we have effectively made our case to makers that we deserve to truly own the things we purchase. Having won that battle, I have devoted myself to talking to corporations to explain how lowering the draw bridges and engaging consumers is not just respectful of consumers, but also sound fiscal advice.<br /><br />Thanks NPR!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92508461">Mister Jalopy and the Maker's Movement on NPR</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.makezine.com/04/ownyourown/">Maker's Bill of Rights at Make</a><br /><br /><a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-user-serviceable-parts-inside.html">My original Hooptyrides post that became the Maker's Bill of Rights</a>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-54100034559178276962008-04-14T16:26:00.000-07:002008-04-15T07:30:04.918-07:00Dodge Caliber SRT-4 is Yowza Spot-On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwGUSlVKUkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oyXWWnEKuXI/s1600-h/Caliber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwGUSlVKUkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oyXWWnEKuXI/s400/Caliber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116533698649018946" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"></a></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">There is great nobility in the small car and a lot to love about a modest automobile that is a capable performer, knows its place in the world and does small car things small car well. As the air cooled Volkswagens proved a generation ago, the honest compact can stand on its own merits and doesn't have to be pretend to be something it's not.</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">While I was largely disappointed by the compact cars at the last Los Angeles Auto Show, I was quite taken by the Dodge Caliber. Comparatively, it really seemed to be a car of integrity, both in construction and design. For example, the uninspiring Toyota Yaris has power windows while the bottom-of-the-barrel Caliber has manual crank up windows. All things being equal, one look at the Yaris' more feature-rich window sticker and it would seem to best the Caliber, but the Caliber <i>feels</i> like a better car. It seems that the Dodge budget for power windows went into building quality instead. Of course, I don't have their respective balance sheets in front of me, but the Caliber earned my respect with its quality feel and materials.</span><span style=""><br /></span><span style=""><br />A four-door hatchback, the Dodge Caliber is a champion of utility. The cubic foot cargo specs lie, as any hatchback owner can attest to the extraordinary volumes that present themselves when necessary. Without the limits of a sedan, the hatchback lets you think in terms of a world without barriers. Recline the passenger seat and you are able to carry 8 foot 2" x 4"s, one end wrapped in an old t-shirt and resting on the dash while the other end sticks out the hatch with an attached Twix wrapper serving as a red warning flag. Add a 6' Noble Fir Christmas tree, two flats of pansies, two bags of Quikcrete, a case of Tecate, a large pizza, two cans of Ajax and a new water-saving toilet to really appreciate the black hole qualities of the hatchback. Believe me, your passenger won't mind sitting in the back seat one bit. What with the pine smell and the limo service, they will feel like a Kennedy on the way to Hyannisport. </span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">So, if there is nobility in a small car of restraint, what if that piety is thrown out the window and a monster is born? The Renault Turbo R5 breathed fire into the lowly LeCar and transformed it into a true classic of the 1980's - a decade in which few classics emerged. And consider the VW GTI, which practically invented the hot hatchback. What are these bastardizations of economic restraint when they crash head on with turbo chargers and giant disc brakes? Hopefully, examples of exquisite balance in the form of extreme performance driving onto freeway entrance ramps, downtown lane splitting, and abandoned business park skid pad practice.<br /><br />As I already respected the Caliber, I was thrilled to learn that Dodge SRT is shopping the parts bins and building a little beast of a hatchback... A turbo charged aluminum 4 with cast iron cylinder sleeves and tiny oil squirters to keep the pistons from melting. Big brakes and half shafts off a full size Dodge. Functional cold air scoops at the front bumper and ducts to cool the brakes. All the typical racecar treatments that you would add if you were going racing, like improved intake air flow, higher compression, bigger injectors, higher volume fuel pump and an external oil cooler.</span><span style=""><br /></span><span style=""><br /></span><span style="">The hood scoops gave me pause since they seemed to be non-functional geegaws, but they are open and used to exchange air to keep the under hood temperatures lower. The interior is a little tarted up for my taste, but I love the aftermarket boost gauge and dash gizmos that report 0-60, 1/4 mile time, braking distance and g-force.</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">This would really speed up garage saling!</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">Caliber SRT-4 (Around 300HP, 260 ft. lb of torque, 23 mpg)<br />Reportedly around $22,000</span><span style=""><br /></span><span style=""><a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html">Link</a></span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""><a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"></a></span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"></a></span>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-61209135939240252362008-04-13T16:03:00.000-07:002008-04-14T23:41:25.396-07:00Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine<object align="middle" height="500" width="500"><param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604525070359&names=Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine&userName=dinosaursandrobots&userId=21197316@N02&titles=on&source=sets&titles=on&displayNotes=on&thumbAutoHide=off&imageSize=medium&vAlign=mid&displayZoom=off&vertOffset=0&initialScale=off&bgAlpha=80"><param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604525070359&names=Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine&userName=dinosaursandrobots&userId=21197316@N02&titles=on&source=sets&titles=on&displayNotes=on&thumbAutoHide=off&imageSize=medium&vAlign=mid&displayZoom=off&vertOffset=0&initialScale=off&bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="500"></embed></object><br /><br />Not surprisingly, there is a Japanese mook (magazine/book) dedicated to obsessive tool collecting. <span style="font-style: italic;">Factory Gear Magazine</span> dives into the toolboxes of World Rally Championship teams, Honda mechanics, F1 racing teams, German tool factories, stateside tool retailers and, much to my delight, Hooptyrides, Inc.<br /><br />Though I am not a collector with comprehensive historical knowledge, I do love to compare tools of different eras and manufacturers to see how individuals have engineered solutions to common problems - how to turn a bolt, how to cut a wire.<br /><br />For 6 hours, the guys from Factory Gear cleaned, photographed, documented and considered hand tools that I forgot I even own. As the Factory Gear editor is also the owner of Deen Tools, it was not surprising that he and his crew were deeply knowledgeable about the engineering and manufacture of hand tools. They pointed out tiny details in construction that made one better than another - details I had never noticed on tools that I use daily.<br /><br />To say that I wonder what the article says would be to greatly understate my intense curiosity.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-27927988284988239622008-04-07T10:41:00.000-07:002008-04-07T10:42:16.669-07:00Mister Jalopy on Discovery Channel Canada - April 8, 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pcMvK-qzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JPRcRFSFx-M/s1600-h/Trike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pcMvK-qzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JPRcRFSFx-M/s400/Trike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186559294761249586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For Canadian readers, I will be on Discovery Channel Canada's Daily Planet tomorrow to discuss the <a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2007/05/mister-jalopys-urban-guerrilla-movie.html">Urban Guerrilla Drive-In Movie House</a> - the home brew movie projector that I built. Hopefully, some enterprising ne'er-do-well will figure out how to put it on the internets, as the site/channel is not viewable from the rest of world.<br /><br />Want to see the Urban Guerrilla in person? Come to <a href="http://makerfaire.com/">Maker Faire</a>, the most inspiring weekend of the year.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.discoverychannel.ca/content/?pid=183">Link</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pZ_fK-qyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-VQXjdZTq5Q/s1600-h/BikesCars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pZ_fK-qyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-VQXjdZTq5Q/s400/BikesCars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186556868104727330" border="0" /></a>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-42234463219191532612008-04-05T17:02:00.000-07:002008-04-05T17:04:22.734-07:00Shrunken Snap-On Screwdriver<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_gTL_K-quI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-STcdRNoABU/s1600-h/Snapon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_gTL_K-quI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-STcdRNoABU/s400/Snapon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916067574098658" border="0" /></a><br />Will I buy any Snap-On screwdriver? No matter how rusty the shank? No matter how corroded the tip? No matter how diminished the handle?<br /><br />At the right price, it would seem so.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-32351706761070982322008-04-04T08:50:00.001-07:002008-04-04T08:52:23.565-07:00Nash Ambassador - Impressively Ugly<object align="middle" height="500" width="400"><param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604380374158&names=Nash Ambassador&userName=dinosaursandrobots&userId=21197316@N02&titles=on&source=sets&titles=on&displayNotes=on&thumbAutoHide=off&imageSize=medium&vAlign=mid&displayZoom=off&vertOffset=0&initialScale=off&bgAlpha=80"><param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"><embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604380374158&names=Nash Ambassador&userName=dinosaursandrobots&userId=21197316@N02&titles=on&source=sets&titles=on&displayNotes=on&thumbAutoHide=off&imageSize=medium&vAlign=mid&displayZoom=off&vertOffset=0&initialScale=off&bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />After posting about the <a href="http://www.dinosaursandrobots.com/2008/04/faurecia-concept-car.html">Faurecia concept car on Dinosaurs and Robots</a>, I can not help but to think about the Nash Ambassador that spent some time at Hooptyrides, Inc. Mercifully, it has returned to whence it came.<br /><br />In the early 1950's, the independent American automakers were having an extremely difficult time competing with the Big Three. Following the rationing of materials during the World War II, the big auto companies locked up the supply chain of steel and rubber so that the minor players were not able to meet customer demand. When raw materials were once again available, the independent automakers responded with outrageous design to distinguish themselves from the mainline automakers.<br /><br />Nash engaged the legendary Italian design firm, Pininfarina, to design a luxury automobile. To save development costs, Nash fitted the Ambassador with a powerful, modern Packard V8 engine. In theory, it seems like a good idea. Without fax machines or email, Nash executives tried to explain to Italian sports car designers what an American luxury car should be. As evidenced by the photos above, the collaboration was not a success. Through mergers and dilution, Nash eventually became American Motors, but 1957 was the last new model year for the Nash marquee.<br /><br />Like Paris Hilton or McMansions, the Nash Ambassador is an easy target. During a visit to Hooptyrides, Gale Banks declared it the ugliest car he had ever seen. He is not wrong, but the longer the Ambassador sat in my back yard, the more I began to appreciate it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boldness</span> - It has a lot of look.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Comprehensive</span> - Every single element of the car was designed. From the hood ornament to the gas cap, nothing was left to chance or considered to minor to escape the Italians. If nothing else, Nash certainly got their money's worth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Complexity </span>- Check out those front fenders and the grill. The sheet metal has more folds and curves than the Sydney Opera House. Complex, yes. Elegant, graceful? No.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Condition and Originality</span> - Not a function of design, the car was completely original right down to the pink leather and silver brocade interior<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lineage to Nash Metropolitan</span> - Probably a decision that doomed the Ambassador to being forever awkward, the choice was made to tie the ambassador to the Nash Metropolitan. Though it is not immediately apparent, there is a <a href="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-1960-1969/1961-Nash-Metropolitan-Aqua-White-le.jpg">Metro</a> nestled between those pontoon fenders. The Ambassador is actually a docking station for the trapped Metro!<br /><br />Checking the Pininfarina 1950's <a href="http://www.pininfarina.com/index/storiaModelli/timeline/1950">timeline</a>, the Alfa Romeo Giulietta Spider and Ferrari 250 are mentioned but somehow the Nash Ambassador has slipped through the cracks.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-49136048628293035722008-04-01T16:01:00.000-07:002008-04-01T16:07:29.428-07:00Dust Enabled!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_QPK-qgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4y6g3FCuUsY/s1600-h/Dust2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_QPK-qgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4y6g3FCuUsY/s400/Dust2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184416406728256002" border="0" /></a><br />Realizing a laundromat is an extreme environment, I was still mighty impressed by the accumulation of dust and lint in my security DVR. No wonder the hard drive failed!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_FvK-qfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmfj-oQR5N4/s1600-h/Dust.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_FvK-qfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmfj-oQR5N4/s400/Dust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184416226339629554" border="0" /></a>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-68173507711671498032008-03-24T17:51:00.000-07:002008-03-26T01:18:30.628-07:001964 Ford Galaxie 500 Rocket Car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOmPK-pyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/58UVJs0NVwQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOmPK-pyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/58UVJs0NVwQ/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477790104332066" border="0" /></a>From Mecum Auctions:<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ></span><blockquote><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ></span>...the most outrageous of these creative maverick enterprises was the Turbonique Company of Orlando, Florida. Aimed at the burgeoning drag racing market, their line of products consisted of three basic devices: AP superchargers, microturbo thrust engines and rocket drag axles...<br /><br />The most outlandish of these devices was the Rocket Drag Axle, which connected mechanically to a car’s differential and, when ignited, surpassed the engine’s motive force by upwards of a thousand horsepower and launched the vehicle forward at a truly mind-numbing rate of acceleration. The infamous Black Widow Volkswagen Beetle, a basically stock Bug fitted with a Turbonique Rocket Drag Axle, instantly became a drag racing legend by leaving Tommy Ivo’s four-engine Showboat dragster in its dust with a 9.36 elapsed time at 168 mph on Sept.19, 1966, at Tampa Dragway.<br /><br />Built by tobacco heir Zachary Reynolds of R.J. Reynolds Tobacco fame, the “Tobacco King” 1964 Ford Galaxie was as wild an example of a Rocket Drag Axle-equipped car as one could ask for, and certainly reflected Reynolds’ daredevil personality. Playboy, pilot, Ham Radio enthusiast and all-around enfant terrible, Reynolds specifically wanted a car that would terrorize everyone with its appearance alone...<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ></span></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="FR-BE" ></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO6PK-p0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/OFiVptAAB7M/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO6PK-p0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/OFiVptAAB7M/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478133701715778" border="0" /></a><br />This sinister Ford Galaxie is not a metaphorical rocket, as in "fast as a rocket!" It is not a marketing trademark like Oldsmobile's Rocket 88. This car actually is rocket-powered. In addition to the prodigious amount of power created by the supercharged 427 engine topped with four side draft carburetors, there is a genuine rocket engine affixed to the differential that generates an extra 1000 horsepower.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO_vK-p1I/AAAAAAAAAso/caLoMeAWxj4/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO_vK-p1I/AAAAAAAAAso/caLoMeAWxj4/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478228190996306" border="0" /></a><br />There are some stories that can't be told in words but can only be truly understood through an object of the era. The stories of cruising Bellflower Boulevard, the Bonneville speed trials, the advent of Whittier Boulevard lowriders, the WWII aerospace effort and moonshine running in '40 Fords are brought from the history books to brilliant Technicolor reality when you are able to experience an artifact in real life. There is the sculptural quality of seeing the object in space that makes it real and palpable but, even more importantly, there is the human element of coming to grips with the craftsmanship and engineering of details. That is where you see the mark of the individual.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOw_K-pzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CbpsKc8vvO4/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOw_K-pzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CbpsKc8vvO4/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477974787925810" border="0" /></a><br />This car epitomizes what I wanted to be when I grew up... A savage engineer on the razor's edge. A craftsman dedicated to awesomeness. An artist building folly. It is easy to dismiss this illegal monster as a rich kid's plaything, but that does not begin to tell the story.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOXfK-pxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/EuIKtcEfr2E/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOXfK-pxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/EuIKtcEfr2E/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477536701261586" border="0" /></a><br />The rocket-powered Galaxie is a beautifully executed assembly of the best technology of the time. Mad scientist-style Turbonique for the Rocket Drag Axle, commercially available speed equipment from Carter and Lathem, war surplus from Uncle Sam and ham radio equipment from hobbyist suppliers. This is not a Corvette purchased off the lot but, rather, a finely curated assemblage of great creativity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOO_K-pwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hVjSrhWHAzM/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOO_K-pwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hVjSrhWHAzM/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477390672373506" border="0" /></a><br />Far more than an exercise in the history of 1960's speed equipment and cinder block workshop engineering, this is a story about the end of the outlaws. As when Hunter Thompson went to Vegas and Tom Wolfe rode with the Pranksters, these were the final days of those who lived in the wonderland just outside the laws. The world was changing so fast that the disparate elements of the freak power contingent were hitting the straights and ninnies from all sides. Those poor district attorneys in Vegas just didn't know what was happening to the world. As the world became a more litigious and uninteresting place, these brazen animals gave way to the sober Ralph Nader regimented era of corporate responsibility.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hPH_K-p2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/QSAJCNswYI8/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hPH_K-p2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/QSAJCNswYI8/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478369924917090" border="0" /></a><br />As we jumped our Schwinn Stingrays over trash cans, these extravagant and vulgar machines were an inspiration to be our best. It is no wonder Jackass, monster trucks, Jesse James and hardware hacking are so popular, as these are the remnants of doing the wrong things for the right reasons. Extraordinary personal expression as high art and savage good times.<br /><br />Long live the outlaw.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mecumauction.com/auctions/lot_detail.cfm?LOT_ID=SC0508-65922">Link</a> (via Hooptyrides pal <a href="http://iowahawk.typepad.com/">Iowahawk</a>)Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-6120787707453679802008-03-19T14:33:00.000-07:002008-03-19T15:06:32.622-07:00Mercedes Wheel Cylinders Rebuilt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-GG4PK-pkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sxXu_LJ2vfk/s1600-h/BrakeCylinders.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-GG4PK-pkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sxXu_LJ2vfk/s400/BrakeCylinders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179569347156158018" border="0" /></a>Never really being happy with how the brakes turned out on the <a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunbleached.html">Mercedes 190b</a>, I decided to overhaul the entire brake system the right way. At $35 per wheel cylinder, I don't know that you could find a better deal in rebuilding than ABS Power Brake in Orange, California.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-63349397878275857852008-02-03T17:46:00.001-08:002008-02-04T17:02:31.567-08:00Dinosaurs and Robots Dispatch: New Digital Mag from Mark Frauenfelder & Mister Jalopy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZheCMylZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9XlQzY8kzwU/s1600-h/Dispatch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZheCMylZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9XlQzY8kzwU/s400/Dispatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162921191441339794" border="0" /></a>It is true that my entertaining internet presence, Hooptyrides, has been neglected as of late. As Ed T. - official stalker of Hooptyrides - has pointed out, the time elapsed since my last post has officially set a new record for inattention by shattering the Spring 2007 period of neglect.<br /><br />Though I would like to claim sloth as the excuse, I have been fantastically busy launching a media conglomerate with Mark Frauenfelder called Dinosaurs and Robots. In addition to a blog and radio station, Dinosaurs and Robots is also publishing a (digital) magazine called Dispatch.<br /><br />Make Magazine has been terrifically supportive of trying all sorts of novel approaches to conveying technical information and have backed it up by hiring great artists to illustrate whatever I am trying to explain. The relationship is better than great and I am spoiled by their attention to excellence. But, as a DIY-snob, I have always wanted to try to do the entire thing myself. The first issue of Dispatch is a handy magazine of projects, techniques and tools, loosely arranged around the idea of transport.<br /><br />Besides planning and executing every step of the projects myself, I was also the sole designer, photographer, writer and editor of the inaugural Dispatch. It was a good deal of effort - maybe 60 hours, as it required a lot of starting from scratch. But, it was great fun and the next one will be less onerous as I have now set some standards for how I want to convey information.<br /><br />Powered by Yahoo/Adobe PDF Ads<br />There are folks who do not believe creative effort should be rewarded monetarily. I am not one of those people. Dispatch is released as a PDF with dynamic ads from Adobe/Yahoo. You can choose to turn off the ads or open the PDF with Apple Preview, which does not support ads. However, if you enjoy the Dispatch and would like to see future issues, I would appreciate it if you'd open with the Adobe Reader and leave the ads enabled.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZhpyMylaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6TaYqlB2YNY/s1600-h/Dispatch2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZhpyMylaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6TaYqlB2YNY/s400/Dispatch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162921393304802722" border="0" /></a>Since I have had a sneak peek, I am eagerly looking forward to Volume 2 by Mark Frauenfelder. It is very cool.<br /><br />UPDATE: Due to issues at Mediafire, I have uploaded to archive.org, which I should have done in the first place. <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/DinosaursAndRobotsDispatchVolume1">Link</a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><br />Thanks to Eric, Mike and Matt of Yahoo!Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-18257970023528378712007-10-11T15:27:00.000-07:002007-10-16T09:17:49.282-07:00Perform Magic, Change Your World View - Maker Faire Austin<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6kGgFVByI/AAAAAAAAAW0/y__U4QE1lsA/s1600-h/PhilRoss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6kGgFVByI/AAAAAAAAAW0/y__U4QE1lsA/s400/PhilRoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120210257965287202" border="0" /></a>Phil Ross is a Maker's Maker<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:12;"><span style="font-size:100%;">By most measures of handy, I am a reasonably capable fellow if only as defined by the number of my projects that have appeared in Make Magazine. My skills are not highly refined, but I am a snob about doing it myself and control the project scope by what I am able to accomplish. As a result, my machines shy away from coding software, engineering hardware, or machining parts out of a block of steel. The results are sometimes clumsy and rough around the edges, but they function as imagined and I make up for fineness of technique with aesthetic boldness. In art or hot rodding, I revel in the hand wrought elements and love to touch both the gloppy oil paint and the smooth finish of a hand-hammered aluminum fender. As an authenticity snob, the connection to the hand that crafted it means as much as the value of the object.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> At Maker Faire, you can have a dozen epiphanies in a Saturday. Then Sunday comes and you can have dozen more. Dedicated individuals of similarly clumsy talents come together and point out what went right and what went less-than-right with their projects. As a stark comparison to professional life, where mistakes are hidden, the amateurs just roll their eyes and laugh as they tell you where they got it all wrong. The hardiest of laughter is reserved for those situations where personal injury was narrowly avoided due to dumb luck.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Smug in your DIY ethos, you meet Phil Ross, see his jaw dropping sculptures of nature captured, and feel the ground turn to quicksand as you realize you lost the plot. Epiphany #1 of 12, or an hour into Maker Faire.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> To do Phil a grave disservice, I will paraphrase a bit about the content of his sculptures. As seen above, there is a plant that is being kept alive by the benevolence of a machine. Not thriving, just surviving, as light and air are meted out in increments sufficient to sustain life but not so great as to allow the plant to flourish. The LEDs and aquarium bubbler are controlled by timers, so who is the evil overlord? The computer? The software? Phil?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> It is a great piece of art but the glory of what made it work so well, for me, was the exquisite presentation. All the glass is hand blown lab glass that was created to Phil's specifications, while the battery and electronics are housed in a perfect Lucite box. Phil didn't blow the glass and didn't build the box, but it is still all him. The outsourced components are but a trifle in construction. More effective for the elegance of presentation, it allows you to view the ideas and execution as if you were considering an immaculate mathematical or philosophical problem without the annoying reality of the physical world. The fact that the 'black box of control' is transparent makes for a sweetly complex problem.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> So, am I building better stuff because I am doing it all myself, or should I reach to the edges and engage professionals to produce the limits of imagination? I'll do both, like Phil.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> This language of handy, of making, of welding and woodworking, of mechanics and hand lettering, will tell stories that have never been told.</span></div></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6kaQFVB0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6NepNd04KrA/s1600-h/MakerFair1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6kaQFVB0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6NepNd04KrA/s400/MakerFair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120210597267703618" border="0" /></a></span> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:100%;">On the way home from the Bay Area Maker Faire, I stopped at a <a href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/0295985887?ie=UTF8&tag=hooptyrides-20&link_code=em1&camp=212341&creative=384049&creativeASIN=0295985887&adid=a0ef0265-7cad-498c-a373-604f5adc4c95" target="_blank">scenic spot</a> for lunch amongst the live oaks, only to come across a stranded motorist in a multicolor motor home. He was on his way back from a model train show and asked me for a jump start. Though it was possible that all he needed was a jump, this simple query is usually code for "my car won't start and I have no idea why."<br /><br /></span>He was a very nice guy and generous with model train advice, even when you didn't ask a model train question. I commented on the asymmetrical paint on his motor home and he explained that midway through the job with a brush and a bucket of flat, forest green house paint, he had run out of paint. It still looked pretty good! Pretty good-ish, anyway. Good as a motor home could look that had been painted with a brush on three sides.<br /><br />The problem was beyond a low battery and the solution was more complicated than a jump start. He kept saying, "Everything is original! Just like Dodge did it in the factory. All original."</p> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >With an original manufacturer's manual and a clear head, you should be able to fix many car problems on the side of the road, but the manual never specifies what is inside the mysterious clump of electrical tape under the dash. Or why the horn button turns on the hazard lights. I understand where he was coming from - if it is all original, it should follow some rules of logic. Vehicles that have survived a dozen roadside repairs may be champions of the interstate, but the only thing still original from the factory is the Dodge sticker on the valve cover.<br /><br />"If I see something in the road, I will turn around to get it, even if it means I have drive a mile back to get it!" he said. A look inside his toolbox confirmed this random approach to tool acquisition as it included pipe wrenches, florescent light starters, ammunition for a 45 Auto and screwdrivers that had been used as pry bars, despite the warning against such use printed on the handle.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6jxwFVBwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8INyLpyC76A/s1600-h/MakerFair3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6jxwFVBwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8INyLpyC76A/s400/MakerFair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120209901483001602" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >As I had brought a recently completed, yet to be thoroughly tested, contraption to Maker Faire, I had a full compliment of tools and a digital multimeter. Loath to be the one to further damage my new friend's motor home, I resisted taking the screwdriver from his hand and making the repairs myself. Instead, I gave him advice:<br /><br />"Test the voltage from here to there, while you turn the key. What does it read?"<br /><br />"12.6 volts, everything original, just like from Dodge."<br /><br />"Ok, now measure resistance, from here to over here."<br /><br />"34 ohms, all original Dodge. Just like the factory."<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Eventually, we found the issue - a bad prong in a decaying Molex plug to the ignition switch. We cut, crimped, bypassed and fired up the all-original Dodge with the only evidence of the event being another moderately kludgy repair sure to baffle the next roadside mechanic. "It's magic!" he said. "It is magic, that meter that found the problem. You are a magician. Where can I get one of those?"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" > I told him to watch the Harbor Freight sale flyer and buy the cheapest multimeter they have. I suspect he was overestimating the power of the magic box and will be in just as tight a pickle at the next breakdown, but the next guy to help him at the scenic overlook will be thrilled to find that meter in his toolbox of claw hammers and broken circuit breakers.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6kPwFVBzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WCGeyutaNIE/s1600-h/MakerFair2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw6kPwFVBzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WCGeyutaNIE/s400/MakerFair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120210416879077170" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >"I would give you some money, but I don't have any...”<span style=""> </span>I explained that was fine, I just wanted to take some pictures to remember my lunch among the oaks and continuity problems.<br /><br />As I was leaving, he flagged me down to give me an apple and an orange, which was deeply appreciated compensation. That's what we do at Maker's Faire. We perform magic, break the magic, rebuild the magic and give each other <a href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B00004YL07?ie=UTF8&tag=hooptyrides-20&link_code=em1&camp=212341&creative=384049&creativeASIN=B00004YL07&adid=0b4b88fd-8e0a-46ca-9033-3a8006953519" target="_blank">fresh fruit</a>.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > Phil Ross, I owe you an orange.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br />Link to <a href="http://makerfaire.com/">Maker Faire Austin</a><br />Link to <a href="http://www.philross.org/">Phil Ross</a><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw7HKQFVB1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/qWjS5AuAt5g/s1600-h/webflower.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rw7HKQFVB1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/qWjS5AuAt5g/s400/webflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248805296768850" border="0" /></a>Juggernaut 2004<br />"I have drawn on two culturally divergent traditions for Juggernaut<br />- Chinese scholar's objects and Victorian glass conservatories,<br />which share the belief that nature is best understood<br />when seen through the lens of human artifice." - Phil Ross</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"></div>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-62324543334516879922007-10-05T17:36:00.000-07:002007-10-05T17:44:36.309-07:00Renault F1 Ice Cream Truck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwbYugFVBrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UAiXGS9OXZU/s1600-h/IceCreamTruck"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwbYugFVBrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UAiXGS9OXZU/s400/IceCreamTruck" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118016319951013554" border="0" /></a>Never bashful about my love of adapted vehicles, I must admit that I was a'stammer and a'blushin in the presence of this amazing example.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwbYwQFVBsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KVocJV35XOM/s1600-h/IceCreamTruck2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwbYwQFVBsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KVocJV35XOM/s400/IceCreamTruck2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118016350015784642" border="0" /></a>(Click for big picture)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">If the sheer visual appeal was not enough, this little charmer was named Tin Tin!<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwbZmgFVBtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bdc3T6_PCYs/s1600-h/RenaultF1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwbZmgFVBtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bdc3T6_PCYs/s400/RenaultF1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118017282023687890" border="0" /></a>Separated at birth?<br /></div>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-75214531152568161372007-10-03T14:36:00.000-07:002007-10-03T15:03:38.789-07:00Dorkbot/Hooptyrides Open House aka "You call that a door prize?"<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwQLgFVKUnI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DK49qi7G1K4/s1600-h/DoorPrize.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwQLgFVKUnI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DK49qi7G1K4/s400/DoorPrize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117227722414379634" border="0" /></a>Delco AM/FM/shortware console with missing turntable<br />will be awarded to one lucky attendee<br /></div><br />In conjunction with Dorkbot Socal, I will be throwing open the doors to Hooptyrides, Inc. but space is limited. Attendance will be restricted to the first thirty respondents per Dorkbot instructional internet presence (<a href="http://dorkbot.org/dorkbotsocal/">Link</a>). One lucky attendee will leave with a door prize/boat anchor which will be won through a rousing round of Rock, Paper, Scissors. The contest portion of the evening will be officiated by Echo Park superhero, Mark Allen (<a href="http://www.markallen.com/">Link</a>). Mark doesn't know that he will be performing in this capacity, so if you happen to see him, please urge him to attend. Perhaps you should suggest that he bring a whistle.<br /><br />What can you expect?<br /><ul><li>Demonstration of Mister Jalopy's Urban Guerrilla Movie House</li><li>Demonstration of the Giant Ipod</li><li>Demonstration of Boombox TV, as featured in upcoming Make article Platform:Boombox</li><li>Tour of Hooptyrides, Inc.<br /></li><li>Tour of Hooptyrides, Inc. executive restroom reserved for those donating $5 (or more) to Machine Project (<a href="http://www.machineproject.com/">Link</a>)</li><li>Live demonstration of Mister Jalopy's Four-Step Miracle Process for the Refurbishment of Wood as we transform crummy Delco console into something slightly less crummy. (No photos or videos, please. Some miracles need to be witnessed, not recorded.)<br /></li><li>Ample opportunities to be separated from your money</li></ul>You may ask, why do I have to win that console?<br /><br />When I built the Giant Ipod, I had purchased/found three consoles as I was not sure which would work for my purposes. This is #2 of the three. If I find the 3rd, which is pretty likely, there may be two door prizes! What a lucky day that will be!Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-33867088961026966982007-09-20T15:34:00.000-07:002007-09-20T15:48:15.600-07:00How objects fail to learn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RvL1l4WxtAI/AAAAAAAAASE/u4KCfWffDCA/s1600-h/Marantz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RvL1l4WxtAI/AAAAAAAAASE/u4KCfWffDCA/s400/Marantz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112418558150816770" border="0" /></a>Recently, I was tending to my Marantz amplifiers and realized that objects will suggest design improvements.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RvL1qIWxtBI/AAAAAAAAASM/9o0JU30buFc/s1600-h/MarantzHandle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RvL1qIWxtBI/AAAAAAAAASM/9o0JU30buFc/s400/MarantzHandle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112418631165260818" border="0" /></a>How many AM antennas snapped off before Marantz took action to ebb the broken tuner flow streaming through the warranty repair department doors? Having grown up in a house with Marantz amplifiers, I have been trying to resist using this 'not a handle' for 30 years. Though I have enough tuners to last five lifetimes, I can not resist checking to see if garage sale tuners still have the AM antenna.<br /><br />If Marantz listened to the first couple broken amplifiers and designed a subsequent integrated handle/antenna, there would be a lot more mint condition units today.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-57912804613795478572007-09-06T09:06:00.000-07:002007-09-06T09:28:55.293-07:00Mister Jalopy and Mark Frauenfelder on Public Radio TodayMark (editor of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMAKE-Technology-on-Your-Time%2Fdp%2FB0007RNI5K%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dmagazines%26qid%3D1189095969%26sr%3D8-2&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&creative=9325">Make Magazine</a>, founder of boingboing.net, author of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FRule-Web-Anything-Everything-Internet-Better%2Fdp%2F0312363338%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1189096036%26sr%3D1-1&tag=hooptyrides-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Rule the Web</a> and good friend of mine) and I will be on KPCC LA Public Radio today. We will discuss a variety of terrifically fascinating topics that will be sure to delight young and old alike.<br /><br />From KPCC:<br /><span class="large1"></span><blockquote><span class="large1"> ... Thursday, September 6 </span><br />Remember the guy on your street who was the neighborhood Mister Fixit... and in his spare time he tried to build a solar-powered toaster or a better backyard rocket? Anything the factory manufacturer did, they can do better. Spend a little time with the men and women of the Maker movement.</blockquote>We are on:<br /><br />Patt Morrison! Live!<br />KPCC 89.3FM in Los Angeles!<br />September 6, 2007<br />Show starts at 2:00 PM, we are on around the half way point.<br /><br />Podcasts, live internet listening and archived streams - <a href="http://www.scpr.org/programs/pattmorrison/">Here</a>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-70083738695719341662007-09-02T17:15:00.000-07:002007-09-03T18:10:30.090-07:00Los Angeles Heatwave Requires Thermometer Calibration<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RttTUYObPwI/AAAAAAAAANg/BIJketeOJCg/s1600-h/Thermometer.jpg"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RttTUYObPwI/AAAAAAAAANg/BIJketeOJCg/s400/Thermometer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105766212120035074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">For the purposes of discussion, we will assume the Fluke 88V is correct. </span><br /></div><br />Let's face it, nobody likes tools that lie. And as a consequence, serious individuals demand that their tools are calibrated. It is not that I do everything with a high level of precision, but I feel comfort in knowing my tools are upholding their end of the deal.<br /><br />Suspecting that friends might think I was over exaggerating the Hooptyrides average temperature this week, I decided to calibrate the Cobbs Creek Drink-O-Meter thermometer to determine just what I was up against. 104 F, inside. 110 F, outside. The Bell Ringer, Horse's Neck and Mint Smash - no matter how appealing they sound - are clearly not going to cut it. Mint Juleps will be enjoyed inside, but outside we are getting perilously close to 'too hot to imbibe.' Perhaps temperatures over 110F will require hitting the bottle straight. Like a cannonball.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-31442359512545971962007-08-23T12:43:00.000-07:002007-08-23T14:41:48.819-07:00The Long Road to the Cover of Make Magazine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs3j_IB5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xeDkUPASMG4/s1600-h/MakeVol11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs3j_IB5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xeDkUPASMG4/s400/MakeVol11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101984626507329682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2007/05/mister-jalopys-urban-guerrilla-movie.html">Mister Jalopy's Urban Guerilla Drive-In Movie Theater</a> in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMAKE-Technology-Your-Time-Make%2Fdp%2F0596513879%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1187905167%26sr%3D1-8&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Make Volume 11</a></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMAKE-Technology-Your-Time-Make%2Fdp%2F0596513879%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1187905167%26sr%3D1-8&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325"><br /></a></div><br />Lots of the folks that write for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMAKE-Technology-Your-Time-Make%2Fdp%2F0596513879%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1187905167%26sr%3D1-8&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Make Magazine</a> are bona fide experts in their field and present very refined designs that have evolved from many prototypes. Unfortunately for Make readers, I am not one of those individuals. I am (or have been) an amateur mechanic, power transformer salesman, computer tech support expert, re-engineering consultant, corporate executive, welder, maker, small business owner, database programmer, real estate investor, stove restorer, graphic designer, photographer, author, web designer, tech advisory panel member, woodworker, public speaker, handyman and furniture restorer. I am professional at only two things: garage saling and being an amateur.<br /><br />As an amateur in all things, I have found great commonalities to approaching subjects as a newbie. I think the greatest skill that could be taught in schools is how to be a professional amateur as that is the single skill set that unlocks everything. Nobody likes to assist a know-it-all, but there are lots of stone killer experts that get a kick out of sharing knowledge with thoughtful individuals that are deeply curious, respectful, have a firm handshake, don't interrupt and will meet your eye.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs3v2IB5MLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XgkCJ8p-8M8/s1600-h/Fresnals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs3v2IB5MLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XgkCJ8p-8M8/s400/Fresnals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101997666028040370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Glass door hinges seemed like such a clever way to allow the Fresnals to swing for keystone correction. Didn't work - the hinges extended too far in the image area. </span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As opposed to your vocation, an avocation tends to be a more quiet affair and your failures are mercifully private events. Building for the magazine is more complicated as you need to be able to undo your mistakes and present a cohesive, linear project. If I included all my missteps, the article would be 5 times as long and would make no sense as readers would follow me down so many dead ends that even I would forget where we were going.<br /><br /><ul><li>Mister Jalopy's Axiom of Amateurism #1, Retrofixism: Provide a path back. Always build undo buttons. Recoverable mistakes are non-events.</li></ul><ul><li>Retrofixism Corollary #1a : Take 10x photos as you may need those "pre-mistake images" later.</li></ul><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs30e4B5MMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rjeMO3xs7b4/s1600-h/Reflector.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs30e4B5MMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rjeMO3xs7b4/s400/Reflector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102002764154220738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">One of 12 Chicken Scratchings Submitted to Make Art Department.<br />Poor Bastards. Hi Daniel!</span><br /></div><br />The projector article turned out great largely due to the efforts of rockstar technical illustrator <span style="font-weight: normal;" class="lg">Tom Parker. Being that Tom is a maker himself, he was able to work from chicken scratchings to come up with my favorite Make illustration ever. The projector was a barely do-able project for the scope/space of a magazine and it is still not a step-by-step build guide as every projector is different. But, with the detail of the illustration, you can really get your head around how the projector works and how the build comes together. There is no replacement for the <a href="http://www.lumenlab.com/forums/index.php">lumenlabs site</a>.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="lg"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs338IB5MNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bufCqASo34Y/s1600-h/CutestPhoto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs338IB5MNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bufCqASo34Y/s400/CutestPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102006565200277714" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Mark's Little Lioness Photo: Mark Frauenfelder </span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="lg"><br />On a complicated project with Maker Faire deadline, I will build it so it works but it may not be refined, explainable, repeatable or article ready. When I got back from Maker Faire, I took it apart and rebuilt to deal with overheating, phantom shadow and light leak issue. That refined version is what appears in the magazine.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="lg"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs338IB5MOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oTnzm5uPf4g/s1600-h/CraftButton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rs338IB5MOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oTnzm5uPf4g/s400/CraftButton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102006565200277730" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;">One of my two raffle prizes<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">The cover photo shoot was at Mark and Carla's house which included gracious hospitality, burritos, cold beers and an entertainment revue called Ye Olde Entertainment. The kid's death defying trampoline acrobatics was followed by a raffle in which I won a shiny rock and the button pictured above.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div></div></div>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-17426456354455129762007-08-21T15:54:00.001-07:002007-08-22T08:31:24.800-07:00Will cars of today become classics tomorrow?<div style="text-align: center;"><br />"Barn Find" 1950 Ferrari 166MM Touring Barchetta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rstte4B5MII/AAAAAAAAAJw/fBz7aibcgBM/s1600-h/barchetta0052m_kimball.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rstte4B5MII/AAAAAAAAAJw/fBz7aibcgBM/s400/barchetta0052m_kimball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101291380131049602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">A lesson in savage grace.<br />Photo: Pebble Beach Concourse d'Elegance</span><br /></div><br />Today's Wall Street Journal has an <a href="http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB118736768986501078.html">article by Joseph White</a> that asks if any of today's automobiles will become extraordinarily desirable Concourse cars of tomorrow. My opinion was not solicited. Luckily, with the power of the internets, I am free to weigh in without pesky journalistic standards.<br /><br />The discussion seems to have been prompted by the Pebble Beach debut of a barn find 1950 Ferrari 166MM Touring Barchetta, which makes comparisons quite difficult as any modern car will surely disappoint.<br /><br />"Will it be a classic? Of course!"<br /><br />"Like the 1950 Ferrari Barchetta?"<br /><br />"Well, no. Not like that. A classic, but in a much shittier form."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Elite</span><br />WSJ: Bugatti Veyron, limited number Ferraris and Porsches<br /><br />Mr J: Of course, these big money, epic performers will always desirable. Will the Veyron be as undeniable as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfa_Romeo_BAT">bat wing Alfa</a> or a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferrari_TR">Ferrari 250 Testarossa</a>? I don't think so.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mr. J's Additions:</span> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_GT">Ford GT</a>, best looking car in 30 years<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Americans<br /></span>WSJ: Corvette Z06, Pontiac Solstice, Chrylser 300C, Plymouth Prowler, convertible PT Cruiser, forthcoming Challenger, Cadillac CTS-V with the 5.7L, Buick GNX, Viper, Bullitt Mustangs.<br /><br />Mr J: Corvette Z06, absolutely. Relative rarity coupled with uncompromising performance, plus it's a Corvette. And enough will be parked into telephone poles that they will just get rarer. The Bullitt Mustangs are a good bet, but I think the top end Saleens would be even better.<br /><br />The sheer number of Dodge Viper posters on teenagers' walls assures the Viper a place in auto history. If you want to see the classics of today, visit the bedrooms of high school auto shop students. For sheer investment, I can't imagine a wiser automotive buy than a <a href="http://www.sportscarmarket.com/Profiles/2005/March/Race/index.html">Viper GT-2 plexiglass window factory racer.</a><br /><br />The rest of them? Forget it. The convertible PT Cruiser? Come on. When the PT Cruiser first came out, zealous retirees would honk to signal that they too had an appreciation of old car styling. I was baking in my overheating hoopty as they beeped their horns from air-conditioned comfort. The absurdity of those moments continues to astound. Classics do not have to be as profound as a Cord coffin nosed art deco masterpiece, but they can't be lies either. The Prowler and PT Cruiser are deceitful.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mr J Additions</span>: It is no Ferrari, but the Dodge Ram V-10 has brash appeal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Europeans<br /></span>WSJ: Original Audi TT, new Beetle and Mini Cooper S.<br /><br />Mr J: The Mini Cooper S is a charmer and backs it up with performance. It is a rehash of a prior champion, but it is done so well. There were talks about building a lightweight boy racer limited edition and that would be enough to make a lasting impression.<br /><br />The Beetle and TT will be in design books along with Michael Graves teapots and Alessi cork screws, but they are too plentiful to enter the big leagues. They don't feel like enthusiast cars.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mr J Additions:</span> AMG Mercedes Hammer, 16v Scirocco, BMW M3, Renault Turbo R5, Lancia Rally 037, Audi Quattro, Land Rover Defender<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Japanese<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span>WSJ: Datsun 240z<br /><br />Mr J: The 240z was such a dramatic shift from Japanese cars of the time that I think it has a good shot at becoming a classic.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Mr J Additions</span>: They missed the mark here big time. Add the Mitsubishi EVO, WRX-Sti, Skyline and Twin Turbo Supra, just to start. Like historic hot rods and muscle cars that were abused beyond recognition before being cut up for parts, there are some groundbreaking turbo CRXs and the like that should be stocked away in moth balls today.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Can there be future classics?<br /><br /></span><span>Jim Hall is quoted and addresses the issue of maintenance as it relates to computer electronics. That is a real concern, but I suspect if a car becomes a classic and the market incentive is there, somebody will be able to repair the computers without too much concern. He goes on to suggest there would be a market for a 'universal computer' that could be 'plug and play' to keep these aging cars running. Well, I agree there would be a market, but I have my doubts about the feasibility of a universal plug and play computer. Plus, auto manufacturers are now rolling out encrypted systems protected with a 64 bit key. <a href="http://www.makezine.com/04/ownyourown/">If you can't open your car's computer, do you own it? </a><br /><br />A more damning issue is the sheer quantity of plastic in modern automobiles. Sure, my 1964 Chevelle wagon has plastic components but they are largely in a supporting role. In modern cars, plastic is elevated from trim and is sprinkled generously throughout the drive train. On my <a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2005/02/1987-mercedes-300td.html">1987 Mercedes 300 TD</a>, these plastic components have become so porous and brittle that disassembly means breakage. Between the smog, under hood heat, and </span>the corrosive petroleum products that power automobiles, all the plastic is coming apart at the same time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Mister Jalopy Surefire Future Classic Design School<br /><br />Epitomize Something New </span>- Elegant roadster has been done. So has exotic wedge and brute muscle car. Quirky French car for peasants carrying wine and cheese has been covered. Find a new idea to get across. Not a new idea in cars but a new idea in the world - like teenage revolution in the 60's or proletariat Swedish safety.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Longer Names </span>- The Fiat Abarth Double Bubble Zagato Coupe. The Ferrari 250 GT California Spyder Long Wheel Base. If your babysitter had an idea for the hubcaps, mention her in the name.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unbelievably Elegant and Savage Design</span> - This is an easy one. Monkeys can do this. Look at the Ferrari at the top of the page and figure out how it appears so elegant and fine boned while still having the demeanor of a bloodthirsty savage. Decipher that simple formula, update it in a respectful way, carve a many-cylindered engine block out of a single chunk of billet and, with the hammer of Buddha, pound aluminum fenders over Italian stumps that have Enzo's initials carved in the base. Eat prosciutto for lunch and truffles for dinner, bathe in cognac, drink espressos during victory laps, road test at midnight, change tires for thunderstorm wet practice, whisk baguette crumbs from the oxblood leather seats with a boar bristle brush, keep sterling flasks of courage in the glove box, smoke cigars with the commitment of Mark Twain and feed your chickens at dawn.<br /><br />PT Cruiser Convertible, indeed.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-53319021179789305702007-08-01T20:15:00.000-07:002007-08-05T12:59:06.388-07:00Why I listen to Mark Frauenfelder very closely...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RrFNvteDLOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F63a4iE8lBY/s1600-h/Rule+the+Web.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RrFNvteDLOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F63a4iE8lBY/s400/Rule+the+Web.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093938135587564770" border="0" /></a><br />Sure, it is an Internet tip book. And who needs an Internet tip book when you have the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span>. What tip could not be found with the power of Google?<br /><ol><li>Mark thinks of questions that you have not thought to type at your favorite search engine. If you don't have the question, it is very difficult to find the answer. Every time I pick up <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FRule-Web-Anything-Everything-Internet-Better%2Fdp%2F0312363338%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1186024694%26sr%3D8-1&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Rule the Web,</a> I learn something I didn't know I needed to know. How do you hide a website from the Google crawlers? How do I add forums to my entertaining <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Internet</span> presence? How do I record <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">podcasts</span> for free? How can I add a "Suggest a Site" form to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Internets</span>?<br /></li><li>Mark has seen everything. Since he edits <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">boingboing</span>, every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Internet</span> toadstool has come across his virtual desk. And when you have seen all the toadstools, you know the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">chanterelle</span> when you see it. Mere mortals can not distinguish the great from the very good without Mark's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Internet</span> world view. <br /></li><li>Mark is probably smarter than you. Definitely smarter than me.<br /></li><li>Mark has accomplished something that only a handful of individuals have been able to do: make a comfortable living from something he loves. Now further winnow that small group to the individuals who make a comfortable living blogging. This book has secrets. Blogging secrets. Big fat blogging secrets. Giant money making blogging secrets. Sure, you could rule the web, but who gives a shit? With <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Internet</span> ruling ability and $1, you can eat a regrettable meal at Taco Bell. This book was incorrectly named as it should have been called "Mark <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Frauenfelder's</span> Big Hairy Money Making Blogging Secrets."</li></ol>Disclaimer: Mark is a friend. And he is my editor at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0007RNI5K?tag=hooptyrides-20&camp=14573&creative=327641&linkCode=as1&creativeASIN=B0007RNI5K&adid=0TAVM6SFC2PXMKMXY6FY&">Make</a>. I wouldn't have written my first article for Make if it were not for Mark and I certainly wouldn't have written my twentieth.<br /><br />Buy the dirt-ass cheap <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Famazon.com%2Fo%2FASIN%2F0312363338%3Fpf%5Frd%5Fm%3DATVPDKIKX0DER%26pf%5Frd%5Fs%3Dcenter-1%26pf%5Frd%5Fr%3D0FBMETZ80WE16F4ZK9EJ%26pf%5Frd%5Ft%3D101%26pf%5Frd%5Fp%3D278240701%26pf%5Frd%5Fi%3D507846&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Rule the Web</a> and hold your own at the Internet World Championships.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-10699229378132622262007-06-13T06:48:00.000-07:002007-06-13T07:16:10.188-07:00Carousel Amusement Auction<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rm_2KMIa27I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0ck2dEpKsWs/s1600-h/Horses+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rm_2KMIa27I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0ck2dEpKsWs/s400/Horses+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075545959985503154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Buying one would be absurd; buying thirty is inspired.</span><br /><br /></div>The Carousel International Amusement Company assets, real estate, intellectual property and the owner's pinball machine collection are being sold at auction on June 23rd. These are the moments that you reconsider moving to <a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2007/05/navy-x-ray-facility.html">Pittsburg, CA</a> and, instead, picture yourself as King of Kiddie Rides in Eldon, Missouri.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Situated in the Missouri Ozarks, Eldon is strategically situated directly between St. Louis and Kansas City - about 150 miles between each of them on the Midwest Corridor..."</blockquote>Well, I am not a geography expert, but that sounds like the middle of Jackshit, Nowhere.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rm_5IcIa28I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qRB4YSmA1Xs/s1600-h/Wormy+Apple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rm_5IcIa28I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qRB4YSmA1Xs/s400/Wormy+Apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075549228455615426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">One assumes that intellectual property includes the rights to the wormy apple kiddie ride. Kids LOVE to ride in a wormy apple, especially if your co-pilot is the worm. Is this a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0307168034/hooptyrides-20">Richard Scarry</a> character? I wonder if I could just buy the Richard Scarry kiddie ride licensing agreement - making the bold assumption that it is licensed. Riding with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0307165485/hooptyrides-20">Lion in the Model T roadster pick-up truck</a> - now that would be a kiddie ride. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div><br />Super Auctions: <a href="http://www.superauctions.com/launch/home/index.html">Link</a>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-42872147107834157722007-06-06T16:08:00.000-07:002007-06-06T16:14:38.999-07:00Sheer Terror at the AC Outlet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rmc_nsIa26I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ssqKbqsZLJw/s1600-h/plugfire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rmc_nsIa26I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ssqKbqsZLJw/s400/plugfire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073093456350075810" border="0" /></a><br />An event like this makes you remember why you fell in love with junction boxes and circuit breakers in the first place.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-45221512203751379272007-06-04T07:01:00.001-07:002007-06-04T15:35:45.320-07:00Build Branching Lamps in Minutes<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmQcCgcOmKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JvlnCV0cMwg/s1600-h/bulbs1_800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmQcCgcOmKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JvlnCV0cMwg/s400/bulbs1_800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072209909719668898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Bruce Shapiro's Light Socket Branching Tree<br /></span></div><br />While at Maker Faire, I met the inspiring <a href="http://www.taomc.com/">Bruce Shapiro </a>who will change the way that you think about stepper motors and the math that can push them. Cool stuff and <a href="http://www.taomc.com/studio_machines/plasma_cutting.htm">inspired machines</a>. Whether dragging a ball through sand, pushing a pen around a light bulb, or cutting metal with plasma, he forces you to think about how to push objects through space. On a smaller scale, on a Hooptyrides accessible scale, when I saw his branching bulb splitter tree I had to yell out, 'I did that too! Sorta.'<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmQbdwcOmJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g2uinNF2KsE/s1600-h/LightMan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmQbdwcOmJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g2uinNF2KsE/s400/LightMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072209278359476370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Lamp at Hooptyrides, Inc.</span><br /></div><br />Cool new technologies open up cutting edge opportunities for exploration every day, but extremely mature technologies can offer a very deep arsenal of building blocks. Stop thinking about plumbing supplies, electrical conduit and light bulb sockets as home improvement products but instead as mature, modular building solutions that have an engineered solution for every obstacle.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-80360935050239747982007-06-01T18:12:00.001-07:002007-06-04T15:41:29.606-07:00What is so great about K.E.M. Weber?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDEeQcOmCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PDHe4_c5g9w/s1600-h/KEMWEber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDEeQcOmCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PDHe4_c5g9w/s400/KEMWEber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071269204507662370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">K.E.M. Weber Chair </span><br /><br /></div>As a younger man, I used to really buy into the whole form follows function ethos, but after collecting a fair amount of mid-grade Danish Modern-this and Eames-like-that, I decided I was more comfortable with the threadbare looks of thinning oriental rugs and old oak that smells of oranges. What I liked in a museum or in the pages of a book was not necessarily the same as what built a comfortable, personal environment and it took a while to figure out that simple fact.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDH5AcOmDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ACdmYtF-VHU/s1600-h/KemWeberAni.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDH5AcOmDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ACdmYtF-VHU/s400/KemWeberAni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071272962604046386" border="0" /></a>K.E.M. Weber is a little like George Nakashima for me. Beyond modernism, I just would be thrilled to be in the same room with a footstool by either Weber or Nakashima.<br /><br />Years ago, I was on a strategic hunting trip through the antique stores of East Sunset. Though I pride myself in finding hidden gems, I was with a real life, stone killer, serious collector friend with very, very deep knowledge. From across the room, He spotted a rather plain wardrobe that was so narrow it would hold a single winter coat and little else. That should have been the first clue that it was designed for sunny climates. My pal said, "I bet this is K.E.M. Weber" and, sure enough, he found a Disney Studios property tag on the back. Not only did I not peg it as Weber, as I had not even heard of the man.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDJzgcOmEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FcZ6gSbeYmE/s1600-h/KemWeberAni3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDJzgcOmEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FcZ6gSbeYmE/s400/KemWeberAni3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071275067138021442" border="0" /></a>K.E.M. Weber was the main architect at the Walt Disney Animation studios and designed much of the animation department furniture therein. This is the timeless look of commerce. Imagine what it would do for the morale of the animators to show up each day and sit at this exquisite workstation. It is a fitting piece of furniture for the creation of animated masterpieces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDKDgcOmFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CTatgGbM-Uc/s1600-h/KemWeberAni2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDKDgcOmFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CTatgGbM-Uc/s400/KemWeberAni2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071275342015928402" border="0" /></a>K.E.M. Weber was also an art director at Barker Brothers Furniture during the era when it seemed they could do no wrong. In a disparate styles than Weber's aesthetic, Barker Brothers also commissioned the Mason Furniture Company to design and build Spanish revival furniture for the stucco and red tile roofed homes being built in growing Los Angeles. Though the style was so different than Weber's, they share in common a romanticism of what California could be.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmIIJwcOmII/AAAAAAAAAIE/m8z2ygk7T1M/s1600-h/MontereyChair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmIIJwcOmII/AAAAAAAAAIE/m8z2ygk7T1M/s400/MontereyChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071625094087743618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Photo from Roger Renick Fine Arts</span><br /></div><br />While in Pasadena, I sometimes stop at <a href="http://www.renickarts.com/monterey.html">Roger Renick</a> to consider how soulful mass-produced furniture can be. Barker Brothers had a few things figured out.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDKUAcOmGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yIzgWPe_alU/s1600-h/KemWeberAni4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RmDKUAcOmGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yIzgWPe_alU/s400/KemWeberAni4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071275625483769954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The all important provenance<br /></span></div><br />So, the Weber desk is at auction tomorrow. It is a live auction at LA Modern and also at trusty old <a href="http://cgi.liveauctions.ebay.com/165-K-E-M-Weber-Layout-desk_W0QQcmdZViewItemQQcategoryZ28214QQihZ019QQitemZ290117094626QQrdZ1QQsspagenameZWDVW">ebay</a>. Estimated at $6000-8000, but I bet it will sell for more.<br /><br />LA Modern Auction, Disney Animation Desk: <a href="http://search.ebay.com/search/search.dll?sofocus=unknown&sbrftog=1&from=R10&satitle=weber&sacat=-1%26catref%3DC6&sadis=200&fpos=91506&ftrt=1&ftrv=1&saprclo=&saprchi=&seller=1&sass=lamodernauctions&fsop=11%26fsoo%3D1&fgtp=">Link</a><br />K.E.M. Weber Book, I'd love to take a look at this: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FKem-Weber-California-Exhibition-University%2Fdp%2FB0006XK8BW%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1180747458%26sr%3D8-2&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Link</a><br />K.E.M. Weber Bixby House: <a href="http://www.uam.ucsb.edu/Pages/weber_brochure_1.html">Link</a><br />Monterey Furniture book by Roger Renick: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMonterey-Furnishings-Californias-Spanish-Revival%2Fdp%2F0764310674%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1180749973%26sr%3D1-1&tag=hooptyrides-20&amp;amp;amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">Link</a><br />Roger Renick Fine Arts: <a href="http://www.renickarts.com/monterey.html">Link</a><br />Scant mention of Barker Brothers Furniture on the internets, but I would sure like to take a look at this: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FModern-Homes-Barker-Brothers-editors%2Fdp%2FB000LQRWBI%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1180830060%26sr%3D1-1&tag=hooptyrides-20&linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;amp;camp=1789&creative=9325">Link</a>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-45812901796819526682007-05-31T13:55:00.000-07:002007-06-04T15:48:06.482-07:00Navy X-Ray Facility<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rl82mgcOl6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3ZvCDCYGjeU/s1600-h/Pittsburg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rl82mgcOl6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3ZvCDCYGjeU/s400/Pittsburg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070831740613728162" border="0" /></a>How can it be? One minute, you have never heard of Pittsburg, California. Then, moments later, a relocation seems so logical that you start Googling to find the nearest Trader Joe's (11 miles SW in Concord).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rl88DQcOl7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fiix3i77qSA/s1600-h/ElevationWallDetail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rl88DQcOl7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fiix3i77qSA/s400/ElevationWallDetail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070837732093106098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>So, why is it so compelling? Well, try to ignore, for a moment, if possible, the title 'X-Ray Exposure Room' because that in itself should sway the most cynical buyer of wayward cast concrete buildings. I have spent, I am not kidding, an hour looking at the plans. I can assure that it is worth at least five minutes of serious consideration.<br /><br />First, there is the scale. The walls are 37' feet high. You could park a 3-story townhouse inside. The space is so ample that you could store your 2-story fire station in itand when you come across a porcelain pre-fab steel gas station for sale, you will not hesitate for a moment as you picture it neatly stacked on the firehouse. The opportunities for lofts, catwalks, mezzanines, roosts, crow's nests and widow's walks are dizzying.<br /><br />Then, there is the quality of construction. Like me, you probably bemoan having inadequate wall thickness for serious radiological experiments. True, the walls of Navy X-Ray Facility are only 2 1/2' thick for the final 20 feet, but the fifteen foot base is an impressive 4' thick! Every morning, I would wake up, put on my hearing protectors and shoot my .300 Weatherby at the opposite wall. Check out those concrete notched, stacked wall modules. Corps of Engineers takes no guff!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rl9AcQcOl8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zvT0JYc65tw/s1600-h/Elevations.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Rl9AcQcOl8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zvT0JYc65tw/s400/Elevations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070842559636346818" border="0" /></a>Ok, sharp -yed Hooptyriders are sure to note the center concrete pad and wonder what would require such a deep footing. Rail car! I am not 1000% sure, but it appears that you would bring in a rail car and offload to the transfer car seen to the right. It looks like a rail car that comes to rest against the wood bumper but the car appears to be perpendicular to the door. And where does the transfer car transfer to? Clearly, a site visit is required.<br /><br />Auction opening bid: $150,000 <a href="http://propertydisposal.gsa.gov/Property/PropforSale/ShowProperty.ASP?PropertyID=1694">Link</a><br />Architectural Elevations <a href="http://propertydisposal.gsa.gov/ResourceCenter/Library/PropertyDoc/Pittsburg_Architectural_Elevations_and_Sections.pdf">Link</a><br /><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span>Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-20097691234477808382007-05-29T18:21:00.000-07:002007-06-04T15:52:03.525-07:00Porcelain Urinal Sign<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RlzR_AcOl5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HgUKdLGPMGE/s1600-h/Butts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RlzR_AcOl5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HgUKdLGPMGE/s400/Butts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070158160892696466" border="0" /></a>Only a municipality would devote the resources to creating porcelain signs that exhort the savages employed therein to exercise a modicum of self-control. Great typeface, superior craftsmanship and a message that stands the test of time.<br /><br />Let's say you wanted a custom porcelain sign to enforce bathroom manners or, other, less urgent messages. How would you get one made? Is it even possible anymore? Like water slide decals, can you get them made at any cost? And, yes, I know about the water slide decal paper for computer printers, but I am inquiring about the real deal.Mister Jalopynoreply@blogger.com