It’s been close to two years since I exercised my 2nd Amendment rights. And during that time, two firing ranges (coincidentally the two closest to San Francisco) have closed. So the nearest range to San Francisco is in San Leandro. 90 minutes travel time during daylight. The price of ammunition has also spiked thanks to liberal slime in Sacramento, except for .22LR, which is still affordable. Soooo range time means practicing with a Walther P22 and a Henry Survival Rifle, both chambered in .22LR.
That’s the official name. It consists of three colonial buildings: Central Police Station, Central Magistracy and the Victoria Prison as well as a modern add on.
10 Hollywood Road, Central, Hong Kong
Take the Travelator and there’s a set of wide new stairs about halfway up. That’s the easy way in.
An old photo of a sakura and my V-Strom, circa 2009…
Another classic from the BMW Museum. I’d prefer one of these over its modern day successor.
Another one from the BMW Museum. The engine in the foreground is the first M engine that powered the M1. The display also had headphones so you could listen to how each engine sounded up to redline.
Found this on an old MacBook that’s being prepped for recycling. This was from a trip to the BMW Museum about 10 years ago.
Another photo from the Google cloud archive. This is a Giulia from 1968. When they got raced.
So this was from a while ago, when I was at the Vespa dealer asking all sorts of questions. The salesguy, after being bombarded with my inquiries, handed me a key, took my CDL and told me, “don’t crash”.
This was a GTS300 and I took it through the Broadway Tunnel going and over the hills and through traffic on the way back. After returning to the dealership, the salesguy asked how I liked it. I replied, “I get it”.
Although it took me a while to pull the trigger to get my GTV250. Garage queens are hard to find.
I came across some photos in my Google Photos account that were initially thought lost (yay cloud storage). My last visit to Beijing in 2014 which was also my first ride on CHR. I don’t know where those photos are.
One rite of passage of all Beijing visits are black boogers. However, despite being smogged when I arrived (you could even see the smog in the parking structures, like an awful fog), the next day was blue sky and glorious sun. Also, the air cleared out because of a front that blew through overnight.
Being a Sunday, everyone had the day off. And this being the first clear day in months, the entire city went outside. Although I didn’t really think about it because my hotel was in the Financial District, which was blissfully quiet. I went “outside” to where everyone else seemed to be, Tiananmen Square.
And when you get to the square, the obligatory Mao on the Tiananmen Gate photo.
Great commercials (how often do I say that?) from Japan.