Anorak Part 2 incl Parking Tickets

Thanks for all comments to my last post. Comments are surprisingly gratifying. All of them.

Yes, I do have a few "dysfunctional" aspects to my character. I'm disgustingly happy, though. Fortunately, my friends seem tolerant.

 I think if I had OCD though, it would all be a lot tidier!

I've always been into electronics, I repair stuff for a living, and I tinker for fun.  I shop around and get the stuff cheap, second-hand. I love my Transit, although I don't often need the load space.

I can do it. I can afford to do it. I want to do it. Why would I not do it?

I'm from an age when "Bass" meant turning the tone control down on the Dansette record player, losing the treble. So I was deprived of bass as a child. :-)

You can't play this kind of bass power at home, if you have neighbours. An hour a day driving through open country though, I can indulge beyond reason.

The point?

I, me, - I love to feel the bass kick and thunder and growl and shudder. It's a dimension of music. Some people are wine nuts, some read poetry.

Pic 7? Yes, I was losing track. Note the post-its on the amps. I kept swopping amp-speaker combinations to find the best match.

The new van is much more tidy, having learned a lot from the first and started again from scratch. I'll post about it soon, for those who are interested or just amused. I can be mind-numbingly boring on the subject, everyone assures me.

My crucial new discovery? The "class D", (pulse width modulation), type of amplifier. Usually called "monoblock" (or "digital"), for no good reason. If you want a LOT of bass in a vehicle, do NOT consider anything else.

And ignore the watts rating if it’s not “watts RMS”. If in doubt, multiply the fuse (amps) rating by 14.4(volts). That’s the watts you cannot sustain without blowing the fuse.

PARKING TICKETS-

And finally, The parking tickets! I'm back in court on Monday 2nd August for tickets 26, 27, 28. We're on the fourth incarnation of the double yellow lines, the council has repainted them three times. I'll win again, and they'll repaint them again. They'll then be perfect. I'll park there again. I'll get more tickets.

Then, and only then, I'll reveal that the lines shouldn't be there. They are 24 metres long, but should be 15 metres. The bit I park on is not included. Gotcha.

The council will then shorten them, and I'll do a moony at the spiteful bitch opposite who keeps reporting me for parking where she can see my common, ugly van.

She started when she moved in, about 5 years ago. (I've lived on this street since 1956.)

It's very difficult to become my enemy. People need to be attack me persistently and effectively to achieve that distinction. Casual taunts in comments are probably deserved, and are not unwelcome.

Zaphod.