We drink a lot of coffee at Gibberish. My coffee must be hot, ideally just right below the “omg this burned my mouth” hot. Coffee becomes bitter as it cools, so I want my Joe as hot as possible.

I had been using my caffeine molecule stainless steel mug from Think Geek before a visitor “borrowed” it and put spicy, flavored tea in it. This wrecked the mug, as the lid was tainted by the spice flavor despite repeated washings.

We started searching for a replacement, and Sedagive? returned with the Thermos King. Boy did it live up to its name.
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I like to be cool. I keep my house at about 68 – 70 degrees all year round. My mom’s place was in the low 80s, and as such I didn’t sleep very well. Capping off a twelve hour car trip with a poor rest motivated me to leave for Lake Placid, NY early. I was on the road by 9AM.

The drive to Lake Placid was beautiful, but I was about to find out the hard way that narrow, two lane mountain roads could jam up in a hurry during tourist season. At least the weather was cooperating.
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I set off for New York state on Friday. My friend Bond was getting married up in Lake Placid, and I planned on visiting my parents in Syracuse the day before. As I mentioned before I set out, there was a forecast for lots and lots of rain, so I took my Mazdaspeed3. Right before I left I was tempted to throw my luggage on Apollo and just gut it out through the rain. I am glad I took the car, for quite a few reasons.
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Yesterday I rode Raider, my BMW R1150R down to Savannah, Georgia to hang out with some friends of mine. I took I-95 for most of the way. Eventually I will take a less-traveled route and enjoy myself, but I like making this trip all in one day.

I have been pleasantly surprised at how courteous cars are on the highway. I think it’s because the majority of drivers this time of year are elderly snowbirds, driving south for the winter. They tend to stick to the right hand lane, and I pass them with ease. Every once in awhile, though, you get an asshole behind the wheel.
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That’s about the last thing you want to hear on an airplane, right after “ALLAHU AKBAR” and the sound of a dead man’s switch being activated.
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