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It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
- Theodore Roosevelt
I hope that no one will claim to know the final answers; no good comes from prophets. But even when acknowledging our falibility, we must nevertheless continue to think about these matters and give the advice to others that intellect and conscience dictate. And let God be our judge, as our grandparents used to say. - Sakharov
Baka ni tsukeru kusuriwa nai (There's no medicine to cure stupidity) - an old Japanese Proverb
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Saturday, 16 September 2006 |
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This actually happened about 4 months ago, but it hadn't been posted again since I lost my hard disk. Turns out, I had posted this over at corner-carvers.com so I copied it back over here.
I'm finally calm enough to write about what happened to my car this weekend. I was feeling like crap friday night due to bad alergies and was planning to stay in San Ho, but decided to go up at the last minute to have drinks with Aaron for his birthday bash. I park the S2000 on 11th and Irving, a pretty bright and well passed area in Inner Sunset. I go out drinking in Russian Hill area and come home around 2:30 am and crash on the couch. I don't get up till about noon and decide to go on a bicycle ride down the Golden Gate park all the way to the beach. When I get back I ask Aaron if he wants to go cruise a bit since the weather is still gorgeous. We walk to the car and find a huge hole in the soft top and both red leather seats gone! What a shocker. My Valentine 1 was also under the seat and that was gone. The funny thing was I had been looking for my iPod and apparently that was under teh seat too as they didn't even bother taking that! The crappiest thing about this situation is that I just took off my comprehensive insurance last month! So I'm going to be out over $2000 to get the seat and the roof replaced. These San Francisco punks need to be dealt with somehow, I almost want to set up a sting and pistol whip them. According to a lot of local S2000 people I've talked to, its been a common thing. There must be a gang of people targetting S2000 specifically for their seats. Its a huge PITA for the victim, since you can't move the car without seats! My car was parked in a wednsday street cleaning spot, so luckily I got the car moved after borrowing another seat from a nice local friend.
The bottom line, you just can't have nice things sitting around in SF. I'm planning to move up there pretty soon, but I'm gonna have to dispose both my NSX and S2000 unless I can find a good garage space. I'm pretty sure the NSX will be sold.
Oh, another rediculous thing is that they also ripped off my side marker lamps. Those are totally worthless! Motherfucking Cocksuckers...
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