Space Invader?

In one of my recent photo hikes I came across this vertebra, presumably from some sort of livestock. It just struck me as familiar, as if it was some sort of character from the Space Invaders video game I enjoyed in my youth.

I struggled with the orientation of this photo, since it looks quite like a little digital alien like this, or flipped upside down. Please turn your monitor or laptop upside down to view it the other way.

Discovery in reverse

I was taking my little boys to some of our favorite spots around town; the river to see boats, construction sites to see tractors and bulldozers, and the airport to see airplanes. As we were driving past the airport, this plane caught my eye from the highway. I couldn’t help but investigate.

This plane is painted in official USA colors, similar to Air Force One. That’s what caught my eye. Of course, this was one of the few times I didn’t have my camera with me, so I had to use my cellphone. I showed PJ the plane, we watched a Basin Electric jet land and taxi, and then it was time to go home and get mommy for a stroller walk to the park.

At home I saw a portion of the local news, and it all clicked into place: the First Lady was in town! Aha. Her upcoming visit was not announced, so most people (like me) found out about it after the fact. Rather than go look for the plane after learning of the visit, I found the plane and then learned that the First Lady was in town. Discovery in reverse!

One of the coolest things I saw all weekend, because I’m a geek

I took too many photos this holiday weekend to sort out right now…about 1,800 of them, in fact. Why? Two reasons: first, I love cameras and motorcycles. Second, I was getting paid to. Gotta pay off this camera gear some day. Until I get the rest of my holiday photos sorted out, here’s a treat I’d like to share…

If you were born in the 60s, which I was (depending on which time zone you were in), you probably drooled all over one of these. This is an all-original 1971 Schwinn “Pea Picker” bicycle. It was ridden by my friend Justin this weekend at the Cycle Hutt extravaganza, and I was blown away when I saw him come wheelie-ing out with it.

The SPEED Channel guys and I were taking a break and appreciating this relic. I suspect it’d be a very popular eBay item, if one was silly enough to part with it. One of the cameramen had just bought his replica a silver version of this bike, called the Grey Ghost. Schwinn started making the replicas in 2004.

I don’t know what would be cooler…the banana seat with sprung rear sissy-bar, the slick rear tire, or this: the Stik Shift. Ah, the 70’s. Who says they were all cheese?

I got some really amazing photos over the holiday weekend, all of them centered around the Cycle Hutt event and Jason Britton’s visit. Jason told me he didn’t mind how close I got when he was stuntin’, so I got some really sweet angles of him and Tony doing their thang. I’ll post pics from the weekend down the road as I sort through them.

This is one act that really bombed

I took some time this week to visit the B-17 bomber that was parked near Executive Air for the better part of the work week. It’s cool to see such a piece of history, especially since it’s a piece of technology and military hardware at the same time. As usual, I took a lot of photos…but, in an unusual move, I’m actually going to post a large number of them right away instead of saying I’ll do it later! Have a great weekend.

It wouldn’t be a truly nostalgic WW2 era plane without some 1930’s – shaped woman painted on the side. I couldn’t help but think of the old 1980s video game “B-17 Bomber” on the Mattel Intellivision game console. A friend of mine had that game and the expensive Speech Synthesis module, which allowed many of its games to “talk. B-17 Bomber was one such game. Thanks to the Internet, you can listen to the introductory sound from that game by clicking here (mp3 format).

What a big machine, don’t you think? When the news of possible hail or a tornado came in last night, this plane was moved into the BP hangar on site. It barely fit; it had to be rolled in by hand, with four guys on each wheel to move its weight, and its gun almost touched the hangar doors once closed. There were “little planes” tucked under each wing as well, but the mighty Flying Fortress fit. Say that three times fast.

Payload. One of the types of bombs dropped by these planes was called a Thunderbug. That’s just one of the fun nicknames that military folks came up with for various hardware and ordinance, and it shows they have a sense of humor. These obviously aren’t real, otherwise I’d be trying to strap one onto my motorcycle for use on a tailgater! Now let’s take a walk through this majestic aircraft…

This is the forward gun turret. Note the picture of someone’s lady on the left side wall. This would be a pretty crazy place to be when the fighting got hectic! I can’t even imagine. I think the fella who did the calculations for the bomb trajectories was located up here as well as the forward gunners.

This is the cockpit, one of the few places with windows that don’t have a gun sticking out of them. It must be a challenge to taxi a “tail-dragger” aircraft like this one…in fact, a friend of mine was near an accident at Oshkosh a few years ago where a little plane cut in front of a big plane on the tarmac. The propeller of the big plane sliced right through the little one. Messy. The pilots of planes like this have to zig-zag when they taxi so they can look out the side windows; the front windows point at the sky until they take off.

The bomb bay with doors open. That rail down the middle is the “walkway” for the plane’s crew. It’s about six inches wide. I had fun sneaking through there with my camera bag! It would be best to be skinny to be on a B-17 crew. I had that part covered, but then I decided to lug my gear with me.

This is where the radio operator sat, and there are a couple of jump seats as well. It’s pretty amazing to see how many crew positions are actually on this aircraft. I may have to hunt down a book about these guys…

I would have thought there’d be more bomb space and less crew space, but I really don’t know much about aircraft. Here you can see side guns as well as bunks for crew members, who I suppose rotated resting periods. This photo is somewhat out of sequence as it was taken from the rear of the aircraft, facing forward.

Firepower. The guys manning these guns were responsible for keeping this aircraft safe from enemy fighters. To do so requires some big guns, and there are big guns all over the B-17.

For $425 or so, you can take a ride on this plane, and even sit up in the nose turret. For $425, I think they should make these guns operational. Now that would be worth running to an ATM!

The aforementioned bunks. At the end of the fuselage is where the rear landing gear is stowed, and of course another gun position.

Thus endeth the tour. This was truly an amazing way to spend my lunch hour. It’s one thing to leisurely poke around this aircraft, looking at the old technology and trying to grasp a bit of history. It would have been another world entirely to dodge German or Japanese AA fire, fend off enemy fighters from a gun turret, and hopefully make it to the intended target and back safely. Oh yeah, and deliver the bomb payload on target. The people who fight for our country are incredible, but I think of World War Two stories and am in total awe.

The plane will have left Bismarck by now, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to see it before it departed. I’m told there will be a B-17 bomber at the Jamestown air show this year, but I’m not sure if it’s this one. I also don’t know if a curious blogger would get the chance to climb around on it with his camera! This may have been my only opportunity to see a piece of aviation history. Thankfully I was able to seize it.

Rocket, baby…yeah

I couldn’t resist dropping a Def Leppard lyric into the title of this post! I had some time on my hands Monday, so I geeked out and perused the National Atomic Museum, also known as the National Museum of Nuclear Science and Technology. What can I say…I’m a nerd! While there were large sections of the museum devoted to nuclear medicine, nuclear power, and even nuclear weirdness, I of course focused on the fireworks. If it’s space-based or makes a very big explosion, I’m there!

Ever wonder what a GPS satellite looks like? Wonder no more. There was also a display highlighting the different types of satellites used to detect other nations’ nuclear tests and stuff, such as the Vela and DSP (Defense Support Program) satellites. They even had sample payloads on display.

These are the three stages of rocket motors of an ICBM. Note that the fourth stage has cones where the warheads would go. I didn’t see anything resembling Boston hanging around the third stage, probably because I would make an 80s music reference if they did. Oops, I did it anyway!

The portable, or “suitcase” nuke. Designed to be humped into enemy territory by SEALs or other special forces. Doesn’t look very light… I’m not sure I’d want to have to lug that thing into a hostile area!

Cones. These are nose cones from missiles, the left having been tested to see the effects of reentry from space. I can’t believe I actually touched something that’s been in outer space! Hey, there weren’t any signs…

I won’t bore you with all the rocket, missile, bomb, and warhead photos I took. This is just a sample. The one in the back is released from a plane and parachutes down. That wicker-looking bundle in the background is the chute. The chute decelerates the 2,500 pound bomb from 920mph to 50mph in about two seconds!

Fat Man, right. Little Boy, left. Just like the ones that stopped World War Two. Thankfully it only took two, since there were some extras left to put in the museum I guess we probably had some more queued up and ready to drop.

The Titan rocket. This was my last stop before the gift store. I somehow resisted the urge to buy all kinds of positively geeky things there! That left just enough room in my carryon bag to bring home some toys for my little boys.

The museum is working toward building a new facility and expanding quite a bit. They also have a lot of science classes and special activities there, something that would be really cool for the kids. So if you’re in the mood to fly to New Mexico, stop on in! The geek in you will be pleased.

Best. Movie. Ever. (with ties to Bismarck-Mandan, even)

Some coworkers and I took the afternoon off today and went to the opening matinee of Iron Man at the luxurious Grand Theater in north Bismarck. Wow.

First off, this movie was so amazing and so…well, COOL that I was ready to pre-order the DVD before I walked out of the theater. I’d also like to give some props to the Grand Theater. The place is a true movie house, and the way its decorated an operated pay a suitable tribute to movie history. The place is well kept, attractively designed, and those giant curved screens are the only way to see a movie like Iron Man. I know, I like to complain about spending eight bucks for a movie (six for today’s matinee) but if I’m going to spend eight bucks, it’s going to be at the Grand. No place else comes close.

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, and chances are you haven’t since it just opened, GO. The characters are awesome, Jeff Bridges is bald, and I think it holds true to the comic book story. I haven’t collected comics since the 90s; I mostly bought what I liked to read, but I have a lot of extremely valuable comics boarded, bagged, and sealed in a safe place. From what I remember of Iron Man comics, this movie does it justice. I’m sure there will be a comic geek out there to disagree, but I don’t care. This movie is at the top of my list, and I want to see it again.

By the way, did you know that this movie has a tenuous link to Bismarck-Mandan? Yes, it’s true. One of the characters, a reporter who also has a make-out scene with Robert Downey that I won’t let my kids (or myself) watch, is played by Leslie Bibb. While she apparently never lived here, IMDB claims that she was born in Bismarck. What a small world, eh?

Brother Mike returns to Bismarck-Mandan

Last week our church held our annual Missions Conference. Featured were three visiting missionaries, each one remarkable in his own way. One of them, Mike Saunders had been here before…and I was eagerly awaiting his return.

“Brother Mike” lived a hard-knock life before he accepted Christ, and is now a missionary to the prisons in his home state of Texas. He had a remarkable testimony the last time he was here, but had another equally remarkable one this time around. Mike’s lucky to be alive.

Mike was t-boned on his motorcycle by a woman who ran a red light on her SUV. She fled the scene but was caught, and was actually hopping mad about the damage to the front of her truck. Mike wasn’t so lucky. He lost a portion of one leg and now has a prosthesis. He also lost his sight in one eye for a while, had numerous life-threatening internal injuries, and for a while the word we received was that he would no longer be able to play the guitar. Our prayers were answered, however; Mike survived his ordeal, has recovered from his injuries and regained his sight, and can still play the guitar in the prisons.

Missionaries visit our church from time to time, and naturally certain people take to certain missionaries for whatever reason. In my case I suppose a lot of it is as a motorcyclist…I’ve ridden the “flashy-bus” a few times in my years of riding and roadracing. Thankfully my injuries were never as severe as those of Brother Mike.

I have a copy of his CD, “Brother Mike Sings”, which I have ripped to my iPod. He sells them himself to support his ministry, and our church bookstore also keeps some on hand. I believe they cost six or seven dollars, and I may be able to hook you up with one if you’re interested. Just use the “Contact Me” link at the top of the page if you’d like more information. I encoded some samples for you.

This is an excerpt from “The Deacons Ain’t Voted On It Yet”, one of my personal favorites. His music is often quite funny, and this is one of the more hilarious ones:

One of my other favorites is “Where Have All the Real Men Gone?” so I put a portion of it below:


Missionaries such as Mike Saunders are quite a treat. Like I said, some folks tend to take a liking to certain missionaries and/or their families for whatever reason. We look forward to having Mike Saunders back in the future and to getting him a chance to minister to guys in local prisons here. He’s assured me he won’t be trying to borrow one of my motorcycles while he’s here!

These branches don’t run

You can see this tree near another popular Bismarck tree; it’s in a yard along Burleigh Avenue, between Washington Street and the Fox Island area. This is a large tree, too…although you can’t get much of a perspective from seeing it lit in the dark, this is an ENORMOUS tree!

I would have presented a better view of this patriotic display, but I can’t. I was out and about with little 3-month-old Jonathan, who just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He was crying until I hoisted him into the truck, then we two dudes drove around and watched Bismarck go by. I started reciting two of PJ’s favorite storybooks, since I’ve read them enough to have them memorized, and my mastery of the art of storytelling put him gradually to sleep. I was about to head home when I saw this tree.

I did have my little 3.1 megapixel backup camera with me, so I set the timer and held as steady as I could. It always kicks into “Slow Shutter” mode in low light, and it’s difficult to pull a non-streaked photo when in that mode. Fortunately it turned out okay. I tried to get a shot of it again the other night, and the big sign in front of it had blown over. It’s since been fixed, but some of the lights were out when I drove by on my way home Sunday night (probably damaged by the tip-over). Hopefully it’ll be restored soon, and you can swing by to see it as pictured above!

What…you mean you DON’T have your own fragrance?

One could accuse me of a clever Photoshop, I’m sure…but these are legit, folks. When I was a kid, Avon came out with a “Clint” line of products. Thankfully my mom scarfed up a set for me, and they’ve remained in my souvenir box ever since. There’s soap, talc, cologne, after shave, and roll-on deodorant.

What do they smell like? I couldn’t tell you right now; I’m still getting over the flu, so my nose as stuffed as a Democrat ballot box. I don’t recall the fragrance exactly, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t smell like me. That would never hit the market!

Yep…the barn indicator appears to be working

This barn sits along north 26th Street, a road which doesn’t end at Divide Avenue. You can catch up with it again on Highway 1804 north of town, where it remains a paved road for quite some time. It was on the paved portion of the road that I noticed this barn, or the weather vane pointing at it.

Some say a glass is half empty. Others say it’s half full. Those first fellas would say that the weather vane is droopy and probably not working right. I choose to join the second half and attribute a sort of charm to it, and instead label it the Barn Indicator. From the look of things, it’s pointing exactly where it needs to.