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Saturday, August 02, 2003
Ok, I've got to point this out. Some of you may all ready know this, but the ads at the top of your blog are specific to certain words in your entry. For example, the ad at the top of my blog recently had stuff about Santa Fe and Albuquerque. The ad at the top of Nick's Blog has Army stuff and parachute stuff. Very, very clever, Mr. Blogger. Very clever indeed. 8/02/2003 09:50:00 PM So those of you that know the Chandlers know that we like to make up games. Sometimes these games are better than others. There was that one game that Peeg used to play, I think he called it "I'm outta here," which involved him saying "I'm outta here" and then opening the door of a moving car pretending that he was going to jump out. There's a game I like to play from time to time that also involves a car but it's not "I'm outta here." I guess if I had to name it, it would be called "Crazy Bug." This game is really quite simple. If there is a bug on any glass surface on the outside of the car, I leave it on there and start driving. I then watch to see how long the bug can hold on. When the bug finally can't hold on anymore, I look to see how fast I'm going and make a mental note. Sometimes (like if it is an ant on the car) I turn on the windshield wipers before the bug flies off and shout, "That's for Joe!" Most of the time though, I see just how long they can hold on. Today, the Crazy Bug world record holder was on the windshield of my wife's car. We were driving up to the school where Meghan teaches. It's about 30 minutes from our house. There were two Crazy Bug contestants on the car thismorning. One was a moth. He was the first I noticed because he was on the drivers side window. Mr. Moth made a valient effort to hold on, but 35 mph proved to be too much for him and he flew off in less than a block. Contestant number two, on the other hand, was much more of a contender. I don't know what kind of bug he was. He was actually kind of pretty with pattern of orange and green, very bright colors, that looked sort of like a mosaic. He was also much more aerodynamic than poor Mr. Moth. This bug was located on the windshield wiper itself. This bug, my friends, was clever. His first tactic was to turn into the wind, thus eliminating a large part of the windresistance threatening to blow him off into oblivion. He held on like this for about 10 minutes. Then, at a stop light, he figured out that he could crawl to a point on the windshield wiper that blocked a good bit of the wind. To make a long story short, this bug held on ALL THE WAY TO CLEMSON. That at speeds in excess of 60 mph at times. I've never seen anything like it. Needless to say, I congratulated the bug when we arrived. Meghan, it seemed, was not as impressed with this feat as I was. I wanted to shoot a photo of the Crazy Bug champ, but Meghan said maybe it was better if I didn't look like a crazy person since there were people in the parking lot of school. This story, I'm afraid, has a sad ending though. Apparently while we were in the school, Crazy Bug crawled into the wiper blade. He obviously wanted to bask in his glory on the spot where this world record was set. Who, I ask, could blame him? When we started the car, however, the forces inside the wiper blade proved too much. Surely the wind, being amplified by being forced through small wholes, was too much for any bug. Just as I saw Crazy Bug struggling and tried to slow the car, he was blown off. I actually screamed, "Oh, no!" After telling me she was sure the bug was OK, Meghan told me I was a freak. This one's for you, Crazy Bug. You will always be remembered. 8/02/2003 09:37:00 PM |
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