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As battles go, it was pretty epic for the British. 1800 soldiers in a remote Garrison in southern Africa using single shot rifles and bayonets defend against an onslaught of 20-25,000 Zulu Warrior tribesmen equipped with spears and shields.
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This is a really cool idea and this drummer did a very good job. They give the drummer a song that already exists that he's never heard before and remove the drum track from it and he has to improvise it after only hearing it once.
This is a really cool idea and this drummer did a very good job. They give the drummer a song that already exists that he's never heard before and remove the drum track from it and he has to improvise it after only hearing it once.
This is a really cool idea and this drummer did a very good job. They give the drummer a song that already exists that he's never heard before and remove the drum track from it and he has to improvise it after only hearing it once.
I left the Hampton VA area for Virginia International Raceway Friday afternoon. I tow the Miata to the track with a 2012 Tundra. I prefer taking US58 there even though it takes longer as it is much less stressful. It's about 216 miles each way.
I stopped at the Chic Filet on Mercury. I broke my USB car charger getting out of the truck. After putting my lunch in the truck, I opened the passenger door of the Miata to search for another charger. I knew I had one in my box of ****, but it was buried under all my clothes. I said eff it and got back in the truck.
There’s a dollar store of some species in Ivor, so I stopped to get a charger. I found one and the lady at the counter said “That’ll be 14.95”. I said no thanks and left. I didn’t want to do it, but I stopped at the Miata and pulled her charger out of the cigarette lighter. Then I got back in the truck.
A couple of hours later, I stopped at the Valero in South Boston because I can fill up the truck and top off the Miata at the same time. I opened the door of the Miata to pop the fuel door. After filling both vehicles, I pulled forward to clear the pumps, and went inside to pee. I got back in the truck for the final leg to VIR.
I was just a little early, and had to wait with the group before being let down to the Paddock. When we were released, I stopped at the admin building to get my room key. I had the windows open on the truck. Then I drove down to the North Paddock.
I had all my clothes in the Miata, and my box of ****. I got the Miata off the trailer and drove it closer to my room to unload. I made three trips with the Miata to get all my stuff to the room. Then I drove her down to techistration.
I waited in line for tech, moving forward when the gap got big enough, otherwise I was out of the car chatting. The tech guys checked under the hood and in the trunk. I got my instructor sticker and drove back to my parking spot.
I get out of the Miata and I see a cat. It was dark, but I said to myself “Jeez, that looks like Muffin”. I bent down to touch it, and it ran under the Miata. By the time I got down on the ground to look under the car, it was gone. I’m thinking, there’s no way that was Muffin.
However, I called my son and asked him to confirm the Muffinator was at the house. He could not immediately find her, but that was not a surprise. I went to dinner with one of the other instructors.
When I got back to VIR my son still hadn’t seen Muffin, so I put on some warm clothes, grabbed a beer, and went out to where I parked. I stood between the Miata and the Tundra and went “Meow”. I got a “Meow” back. It was Muffin. She was under the car somewhere. I popped the hood and found her laying on top of the lower engine cover, under the crank pulley. I jacked up the driver’s side front, pulled the wheel, and opened the inspection door on the engine cover. She eventually came out and I got her up to my room.
After Saturday's track sessions, I put Muffin in my duffel bag and drove to South Hill to meet my son. He took her home.
I have no idea which vehicle she stowed away in. She’s home safe now, and seems untraumatized.
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