Ex Post Facto

This link didn’t pop up for me until after the fact but I’ll throw it up now.

Route 66

I don’t really have a bucket list. I’ve had a crap-ton of opportunities and appreciated every one that I’ve taken, with damned few regrets (a la Sinatra and Elvis.) But if there is ONE thing I’d kinda like to do while I’m still able, it’s to drive the Mother Road in a nice, leisurely fashion in a classic American hunk of metal. It kinda must be done from Chicago to Santa Monica. For giggles a return trip from Silver Summit Utah to … well, home, along Route 40.

One week out. Two to be safe? Convertible? T-bird? I still have time. Probably four or five more years of planning. And $5,000 to spend.

Done driving

August was a little blah behind the wheel. I was pretty much done and had hit a slow streak. And was getting tired of most of my Px. Ready for the change to school. Spent a grand on gas this summer. That’ll eat up TWO of my bonuses. Ninety days. That’ll get me to Christmas so no “bonus” until NEXT year.

The rideshare revolution continues apace

IF IT MOVES, TAX IT: ‘Fee’ on deliveries a gut punch to Colorado.

Looming change in worker classification rules will cost small businesses big bucks.

Related: America’s elites are waging class war on workers and small biz.

GEICO closes all California offices, lays off workers. Y’see, Geico agents are IC’s. And we’re the new unwashed.

In other transportation news, something I’ve been bitching about for a generation: DRESSING LIKE SLOBS TO TRAVEL: “I do the boarding door, and we have people who come on barefoot,” a Delta flight attendant said last week at J.F.K. “I’m sure they have shoes somewhere.”