Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Oh No, an embargo on Russian Motorcycles?

Woke this morning to this headline on the Washington Post!

Washington Post: LINK

Then there's this from FoxNews:

Fox News: LINK

You know, there'd been rumors of such actions by the U.S. government as they deal with the ongoing crisis involving Russia and the Ukraine's Crimean Peninsula but I didn't think it would really affect the imports of URAL Sidecar rigs and such!   Click the links above for the full articles:

If the above links don't work, please click here:  LINK

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Ural Cartoons

I'd known about these cartoons made for Ural for quite a while now, figured it was time to share with you my favorite. Can you see why?

click the above to watch the video

There's a few more here at the imz-ural website: More Ural Cartoons

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Cows in the Mist!

Today's blog title was inspired by Dian Fossey's "Gorillas in the Mist" book title.

I was riding to work along a new "back way" to get to and from Denver International Airport. I learned of it yesterday from a co-worker and its not only much emptier in terms of cagers but it cuts down my commute to DIA by two miles!

The route is two lane country roads, paved (albeit a bit roughly at times), and usually no one around.

This morning, the temperatures were in the high 40s and foggy. I was cruising along and saw dark shapes beginning to emerge from the fog in front of me. More accurately, the black shapes were in a fenced off field to the left and ahead of me, so it's not like they were in my path.

As I cruised by, the dark shapes materialized into black cows out grazing. The title of this posting popped into my head and I pulled a quick U-Turn to pose Maria, my 2004 R1150RT by the fenceline.

The cows all turned their heads collectively at my approach and gazed warily at me as I took pictures. I think they had me confused with some ne'er do well like Mr Riepe or something.

That's it, I found it amusing where my mind wanders at times, hope you get a chuckle out of it. And Jack, sorry, but the dig above just fit into the narrative.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Maria crosses a new milestone

I'd been monitoring closely Maria's odometer, as she approached today's milestone.

We both crossed it together while enroute home from Denver International Airport where I'd spent the day in meetings with customers and UAL employees/contractors.

What's the milestone you ask? Well, today Maria crossed over the 66,666 mile mark on her odometer. No "mark of the beast" commentary is warranted, thank you very much, Maria remains a "good girl" for me.

There were no whispering voices in my helmet, just the sound of the wind making its way across the windswept plains.

The sun was not suddenly eclipsed by the moon and neither did dark and forbidding clouds streaked by lightning bolts make their appearance.

The ground did not open before me with flames licking out from the underworld.

Maria remained as compliant to my bidding as usual and did not try and kill me while possessed by the "dark one". No cagers tried to kill me or even seem threatening.

I looked for and found no evidence of blood flowing from Maria's bodywork. All in all, a pretty benign crossing of this particular milestone.

The sun remained shining, the winds weren't blowing too hard and temperatures were in the mid-50s or so as I stopped on the side of the E-470 superslab to take the picture below.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Another Lunchtime Ride

Early end to the workday today as I'd accumulated the maximum amount of hours by noon. I left the Cendant Data Center and headed west on Belleview Avenue to get a picture of an ex-air force drone (I think) which is now serving out its days as a monument of sorts in a city park near Cornerstone Park where I was earlier in the week:

I then turned back towards the Cherry Hills neighborhoods, where huge fancy houses with large lawns abound behind brick walls and iron fences.

I'd spotted a very nice looking building, it had a classic look to it with its white Greek columns, brick construction and what turned out to be a statue of Saint Mary.

You see, this is the Saint Mary's Academy, founded in 1864 by the Sisters of Loretto, in part to help "tame" the wild city that Denver was apparently back then.

From the school's website: (LINK)

Three Sisters of Loretto left Santa Fe, New Mexico, on June 22, 1864, and on August 1 opened St. Mary’s Academy as a school to counter the wild atmosphere of Denver City.

The sisters were valiant models of Loretto’s “ pioneering spirit” undertaking an arduous five-day journey in a crowded mail coach from Santa Fe to found the school.

St. Mary's humble beginnings

OK, so it's a nice looking building, so what? You ask....

I post it because of the spurious thought that came to mind when I read the signs and found out it was a school for girls going through grades 9-12 (it's co-ed in the lower grades).

What was that thought you ask? Well, what popped into my mind, which recently had read Jack Riepe's latest blog posting, was that the teachers at this school probably threaten their 9-12th grade students with visions of them ending up as pole dancers if they don't buckle down to their studies! LINK to Jack's posting: Desire and Disillusionment

Source: Google

The above is alledged motivational material used by the faculty of St. Mary's to keep them focused on their studies. Lest they end up in front of Jack some day....

Yes, the corruption of my morals and blog content continue under the influence of Jack's spellbinding and often hilarious narratives. I encourage you to visit his blog, just keep a close hold on your morals!

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Switching to Harley Davidson

OK, I can't take not being part of the "cool" crowd anymore when it comes to motorcycles!

Today I traded in both my Beemers for this cool looking cruiser from Harley Davidson!

As you can see, I got myself some biker leathers, some tattoos for the arms and I'll be putting all my former ATGATT protective gear up on Ebay for disposal.

No more riding hundreds of miles a day, I'll have all the time I need to polish up all the chrome on my hog.

Since there's no need for helmets now, got to blend in you know with the rest of the herd, I can work on my tan, as you can see my face needs a bit of sun. Too much time under a helmet!

My wife was quite shocked when I brought Bertha home, that's what I am calling my Hog but I think she'll get used to the idea.

So? What do you think?

Maybe I'll get one of those cool bandannas that make you look like a skull, that'll complete the look.

Sturgis, here I come! Soon as I find a trailer of course.

Oh, and one more thing....April Fool!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Garage Widow, a story from the BMWMOA

For your reading pleasure, a rather amusing yet pretty true to life article from the BMWMOA: LINK

Garage Widow
My Life as the Other Woman...
By Betsy Bottino Arenella (wife of Andrew Arenella #111274) | March 04 2009

(Originally published in the April 2006 BMW Owners News)

As a suburbanite of a big sports town (Boston), I used to pity the "football widows." You know, those poor souls whose husbands metaphorically have "left the building" from September to May.

"I'm so glad my husband doesn't spend half the year glued to the TV set," I used to gloat to my less fortunate married girlfriends. No, televised sports held no charm for my Andrew. Now, there was a real catch, my friends murmured enviously.

My smugness evaporated, however, when I realized that I was a constituent of an even direr demographic. For my husband had fallen under the thrall of the most sinister of mistresses, one whose seductive clutches never loosen: his 2002 BMW R1100S.

Unlike my compatriots' spouses, my husband suffers from an obsession that requires him literally to leave the building. Well, sort of.

You see, it's not so much the riding of the motorcycle that tears my beloved so cruelly from my arms. We live in New England, after all, where climatic exigencies dictate a motorcycling season of oh, about two weeks.

No, it's the care of the motorcycle that so tenaciously occupies my husband's heart and mind. And, as you may know, dear readers, this care knows no season. Year-round, from the sultriest days of summer to the bitterest, sub-zero nights of winter, Andrew can be found in our garage, assiduously attending to his pride and joy.

In all fairness, I must interrupt this rant to clarify: Andrew is a great husband and an excellent father. But his motorcycle fixation is, shall we say, somewhat excessive.

It's not that he spends crazy amounts of money on brand-new machines. He buys them used, and then lovingly restores them to their original glory (or better).

Andrew bought his first motorcycle (a Yamaha RD400) as a teenager, long before I entered his life in 1989, and enjoyed what I thought was a last fling with a Kawasaki Concours in the early-to-mid-1990s. Then, in what I foolishly interpreted as symbolic foreshadowing, he sold the prized Kawasaki in 1995 to buy me a beautiful engagement ring.

I attributed this sacrifice to the biblical ritual of becoming a man and putting away "childish things." Clearly, my commitment-ready honey had moved beyond his frivolous hobby in order to focus on what was truly important: me.

But on October 13, 2004, a day that will live in infamy, my archrival rolled haughtily into our garage, her twin cylinders ("jugs," he calls them!) silently mocking me. Compete with this, they seemed to say, laying down the proverbial gauntlet.

And thus began the hours of slavish devotion, the fixing, the painting, the waxing, the arrival of parts discreetly wrapped in plain brown paper, and the electronic inbox replete with breathless e-mails. "Closeout savings at Dennis Kirk!" "Dennis Kirk's Fall Sale!" "Giant Helmet Blowout at Dennis Kirk!" they proclaimed, the last one evoking a vaguely disturbing mental image.

In summer, Andrew's self-imposed garage exile doesn't seem so bad. At least then, I can simply walk out there and request the pleasure of his company, though at least one child usually is following on my heels, screaming,

"I wanna help Daddy with his motorcycle!"

But during the frigid winter, the inclement weather traps me in my heated sanctuary. Last winter, I resorted to opening the front door and screaming for backup as the kids tried their best to kill each other.

My husband informed me that my banshee-like calls were embarrassing him in front of the neighbors, calling into question his wife's sanity. A few times, during blinding blizzards, I resorted to flicking the porch light on and off maniacally in a desperate bid for his attention.

That year, Santa Claus brought Andrew an Intercom system. As my mate tore off the wrapping paper, I cackled with glee at Santa's ingenuity, ignoring the kids' puzzled looks and Andrew's expression of chagrin. I explained to Little Andrew and Mina that Santa Claus had brought this Intercom system so we could buzz Daddy in the garage anytime we needed him.

My victory was short-lived, however, as the intercom mysteriously began malfunctioning several weeks after its arrival.

"I don't know, Honey," Andrew said, shrugging disingenuously. "I guess something's wrong with it." Strangely enough, my spouse, a veritable McGyver who can rig a nuclear reactor from a handful of toothpicks and some dental floss, somehow was at a loss on how to fix the intercom.

I concede that I can see the appeal of his little retreat. Here in the house, he is subject to spousal nagging, children fighting, and the other slings and arrows of domestic life. But there, in that garage, amongst the Hefty bags of rotting food and soiled diapers, he is - yes -- Master of His Domain.

Between the cigars, the beer and the sensual curves of his forbidden love, the garage has become a den of iniquity. And, best of all, Andrew knows that even I, whose intrusiveness knows no bounds, won't venture in there.

After finishing dinner, he surreptitiously slips on his jacket and starts to slink towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" I ask rhetorically, my eyes narrowing.

Using what he obviously thinks is a Jedi mind trick, he cleverly reverses the question.

"Where are YOU going?" he counters. Pure genius.

I'm not shy about voicing my concern that his motorcycle mania is taking over our lives. Even the kids are in on the act.

"Daddy's going to marry his motorcycle," they giggle.

Just when I thought the situation couldn't possibly get any worse, it did. A few months ago, a 1993 K75S joined the R1100S, creating a harem.

"It's not for me," was Andrew's wide-eyed reply to my miffed reaction. No, he assured me most sincerely, he was going to fix it up and sell it to his best friend (and best man at our wedding), Eric.

Realizing I was losing the battle, I decided to try to embrace my husband's hobby, or at least feign enthusiasm.

"Wow, that looks really nice," I said, venturing out into the driveway one day to admire his handiwork. Andrew grinned proudly. Then I ruined it all with my follow-up question. "Is that the old motorcycle or the new one?"

He sighed deeply, shook his head and retreated back to the garage.

Apparently this fixation on mechanical objects is genetic. During his brother Alexis' annual December visit from L.A., I caught Andrew and his younger sibling drooling over the computer screen like a couple of teenagers downloading their first Cindy Margolis image.

"What are you doing?" I inquired, a warning light going off in my brain.

"Nothing," Andrew giggled, as I looked over his shoulder and rolled my eyes at the used-auto Web site they were perusing. "I was just thinking," he ventured, "if I get rid of that second motorcycle, maybe I could get a convertible."

Whaaaatttt???? Was this supposed to be another Jedi mind trick? He was now using the motorcycle that he was "just fixing up to sell" to his friend as a bartering chip to get yet another toy?

And apparently it's not enough for Andrew just to work on his own motorcycles. No, this New Year's Day, after a week of admittedly over-family-togetherness, he announced that he had to "go help a guy with his motorcycle."

"What guy?" I asked warily.

"A guy," he replied evasively, looking sheepish.

"Don't tell me this is one of those people you met in that motorcycle chat room!" I gaped in disbelief.

"IT'S NOT A CHAT ROOM!" he bellowed, offended. "It's a BMW forum."

"Whatever," I snapped, my suspicious mind latching onto a new and intriguing paranoia. "Either way, it has sexual overtones. What, did this guy place an ad saying, 'Harley guy seeks fellow biker bear to frolic in the snow'?"

"Nooooo...and I don't even like Harleys," Andrew sniffed, clearly missing the main issue. "The guy just said he needed someone to help install a motronic chip."

"HA!!! Install a chip???" I repeated incredulously. "Could you be more naïve? That's obviously some kind of code phrase," I explained patiently, raising one eyebrow. "Besides, how do you know he's not a psycho murderer?"

"I don't think psycho murderers typically go trolling on the BMW forum, Honey," he replied reasonably. "Besides, the guy has a wife and a 20-month-old kid."

"Don't they all," I murmured darkly before relinquishing the fight. This "Paul" character called a few minutes later to confirm the "date," and I had to admit he did sound relatively non-psychotic. And Andrew did return home safe and sound that evening, albeit with an "I-just-installed-a-motronic-chip" glow.

I suppose my conundrum could be a lot worse. I always know where my husband is, after all, and that my competition is merely a conglomeration of wheels, nuts and bolts, rather than a flesh-and-blood rival.

Lying in bed late one night, I think of our nearly 17 years as a couple, the laughter and tears, our children, and the life we have built together, and a wave of love washes over me. I reach over to give Andrew a hug.

Then I remember. He's in the garage.

This story was reprinted here for your reading pleasure, a rather amusing yet pretty true to life article from the BMWMOA: LINK
The BMWMOA Owner's News is a monthly publication for members of the BMW Motorcycle Owners Association (BMWMOA) - Here's their website: LINK

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Harry Martin's Road Rash Cartoons

Ever since I've gotten into motorcycling, Harry Martin is one of the few cartoon artists who "get it" in my opinion when it comes to real motorcycling experiences. The man is a Kawasaki Concours rider, a similar motorcycle to my R1150RT Oilhead so his experiences resonate with me.

Case in point, here's some I found on Motorbyte's carton archival website :

I like the way this guy thinks....although I am pretty sure though that I'd stop for tornadoes

We've been having quite a few of these windy days lately

'nuf said

Note: no hippos were harmed when creating my version of "hippo hands": LINK

This is the situation I see the blogging riders in the Midwest and NE having to deal with....


Harry Martin's Site: LINK

Thursday, November 20, 2008

LINK: Extreme Cargo Carrying on Two Wheels

A recent post by Dan of "Musings of an Intrepid Commuter" where he discusses how he's carried extra cargo on his motorcycle; got me thinking of the photos we've all seen on the Net where people have carried more than they should on their bikes.

I'd seen over the last couple of years, plenty of said photos on Mike Werner's site "Bikes in the Fast Lane" and while searching for a photo to comment on Dan's site, found this posting by Mike back in DEC 2006:


From Mike Werner's Posting, see link above for more pics!

The guy Mike posts about: Ricardo Kuhn, does not let the fact that he does not own a car/truck stop him from making a living which involves picking up and delivering consignments of "stuff".

I don't think BMW designers had the loads he carries in mind when they designed the beemers that he's riding. My Beemer bias of course made me want to link to Mike's posting.

Then again, like I mentioned, a quick search of google images gave me this example in the Philippines where exceeding designer-envisioned specs is apparently not uncommon:

Source: LINK

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

We're having a Heat Wave

The weather guessers predicted a record-breaking warm day for today:

9News:Sunny skies across the state, and very warm temperatures expected for later today.We may be talking record warm high temperatures across the greater metro area this afternoon with highs in the upper 70s to near 80! The old record for Denver is 74 degrees, last set in 1995

It was 54F° as I rode into work on Brigitta, my '87 R80 Airhead and I was feeling quite toasty in my riding gear, probably could have done without one layer.

This song was running through my head as I rode, so I looked up the lyrics for the return ride back home:

We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature's rising,
It isn't surprising,
She certainly can can-can.
She started a heat wave
By letting her seat wave
In such a way that
The customers say that
She certainly can can-can.
Gee, her anatomy
Makes the mercury
Jump to ninety-three.
We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves
That she certainly can can-can.

Irving Berlin

It didn't take much imagination to imagine my motorcycle being the subject of the lyrics. Brigitta is very nimble and "She certainly can can-can", in spite of my meager skills.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Murphy's Laws of Motorcycling

A "Filler" Posting for y'all (with commentary as applicable):

1. The farther it is to the next gas stop, the larger the bug that will hit your shield exactly on the sight line.

2. When you dry out after riding through some rain, it will start raining again just when you begin to feel comfortable. (or right after you've stowed away the rain liners in my case)

3. The chance that your motorcycle insurer will find out about that big ticket received in a non-reciprocal state is 100%. (the one ticket I've gotten on a motorcycle got counted in my cager insurance policy, not my motorcycle insurance, go figure)

4. If you run out of gas, no matter which way you decide to push, the closest gas station will always be uphill and in the other direction. Corollary: The likelihood of running out increases when all of the nearby gas stations are closed. (even 100 ft, while on a slight incline, can be a bear when you've a heavy motorcycle!)(Never buy a motorcycle you can't push)

5. The chance of your helmet dropping hard onto a rough concrete or asphalt surface is proportional to its newness and expense.

6. You only realize the motorcycle's keys are in your street pants pocket after you've put on all of your riding gear. (yep, same for earplugs being thought of AFTER you've cinched on your helmet)

7. The more riders around, the more likely you will: a. Forget the kill switch is in the off position while trying to start your motorcycle; b. Ride off with the sidestand down; c. Ride off with the petcock closed; d. Ride along for miles with the turn signal on; e. Get stung by a bee and do a roadside crazy dance shedding your riding gear. (that's the benefit of riding alone mostly, no witnesses to my having done a, c, d and e! I would have done b as well but my motorcycles were dom-proofed in that regard.)

8. The scarcity of motels and camping spots depends on how late in the day it is. (I am sure I was Mr. popular that one night I camped near Jackson's Hole, riding about the campground in the dark, searching for an empty spot in the dark!)

9. Your first successful multi-gear wheelie will be past a heretofore unobserved police officer who dislikes motorcycles. (too chicken to do wheelies, not to mention neither of my motorcycles is what you'd call light in weight or high-powered)

10. How long it takes to receive any back ordered part is proportional to how badly it is needed.

11. When your throttle cable snaps, you will always coast to a halt in front of a crack-house bust in progress.

12. The patch-wearing guy named "Tiny" really DOES want to know what you are looking at.

13. Your battery will die at the exact same time something else on the motorcycle breaks and you will think they are related. (replaced a battery, turned out to be lack of experience with starting a cold carbureted engine, now have a spare battery....sigh)

14. The cute girl is probably talking to you despite the fact you own a motorcycle. (cute girls? what cute girls? I've got to quit lifting up my faceshield and letting my face show!)

15. The chance of rain depends on how accessible your rain gear is.

16. A bad day of riding is better than a good day at work. (Concur!)

I found the above here: LINK

Thursday, October 09, 2008

That thing got a Hemi?

Back in 2005, the phrase in the title of this post was a popular advertising catchphrase apparently. I dimly recall some car commercials with a couple of doofus cagers in some junky nascar-wannabe car consistently losing to some truck with a Hemi engine in it.

Well, I came upon these pictures on where they apparently hosted a competition back then for the weirdest thing you could mate a Hemi engine onto.....the winner was this trike:

You can just imagine the looks on the cagers as you rode this sucker down the road! This trike must have had the turning radius of a boat! A large and noisy boat.

Here's a link to the full article, the runner-ups are shown as well. LINK

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Harley-Davidson's 100th Anniversary

Saw this at the BMWMOA Discussion Forum, all in good fun, thanks Sue Rihn-Manke, BMW Ambassador.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Beemer Ad

Saw this ad posted on one of the online discussion forums I frequent and liked it a lot. Spent some time googling trying to find a better/larger image of this advertisement and many searches later:

Thanks, B. Marshall for posting about this ad.
Source: LINK

The ad is right about drinking, wrong about just having one year of happiness when married.

So far though, its right on the money when it comes to my motorcycling!

A capture of a different pdf file from same site above:

No further words needed

If you want to be happy for a day, drink. If you want to be happy for a year, marry. If you want to be happy for a lifetime, ride a BMW.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Surefire, definite signs that Spring is here in the Rockies

Temperatures ranging from 40s to mid 70s! Started overcast, ended sunny and warm.

A nice warm spring day here in the Front Range of the Rockies.

I noted the increasing number of motorcycles in the two motorcycle parking lots at work and thought if anything denotes the true arrival of Spring; its the motorcycles coming out of storage and actually being ridden to work by their riders!

The above Vespa has been ridden in even with snow on the roads,
and its got the scars to prove it

Maria, now with some companions at work

When I arrive home after a very pleasant ride from work, I was surprised to see that the neighbor across the street from me had actually gone riding on his motorcycle. I don't think I've seen that poor machine go out but once since this past October! Now that, I remember thinking to myself, is a sign that Spring is definitely here!

Yep, the neighbor's motorcycle is NOT in the garage!

My other neighbor's motorcycle came home from storage today as well!

Yep, Spring is officially here in my neighborhood. Of course, there's a slight chance of snow in the morning for Thursday but hey, that's Spring in Colorado for you! : )

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Cool/Fun Badge Creation Application

I saw this today on the yearrounders motorcycling forum I frequent. It's a cool web application to create name badges for reunions, gatherings or just for a little bit of fun.

The rounders are planning a gathering called the Road to RUIN, which will be at Niagara Falls, although I won't be able to make it, I created my name badge that I would have worn if in attendance. There was a thread on the rounders site where people were displaying their creative results. Very amusing.

The application is HERE, worth checking out if you've a few minutes.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Victims of Public Education

The way I figure it, there's probably more than four victims of public education involved with this debacle in the Colorado Department of Transportation or CDOT. First, the shlub who made the sign, second the guy who prepped it for shipment and last but am sure not least, the minimum of two guys it took to install it.

Come on people, do you pay attention to what you're doing?

I'd be embarrassed at the very least!

Here's the article from

JEFFERSON COUNTY – The Colorado Department of Transportation plans to hang a piece of cloth over a road sign with a misspelling on it until they can get it fixed.

CDOT manufactured the sign that reads "Lookout Mountian" (instead of "Lookout Mountain") with an arrow pointing toward exit 256 from westbound I-70.

The sign was hung by a contractor on Tuesday morning.

CDOT has ordered a patch to cover the misspelled word with the correct one and it will be on the sign by Wednesday.

The cost to make and put up the sign is about $1,000.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Sorry Mate, I didn't see you!

Great biker awareness safety video on youtube.

Saw it on Beaker's Cruisin' Down Under blog.

Being ex-Army, I had a chance to ride the M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tank; a similar tank to the British one in the video. That was a fun ride!

The video clearly illustrates the typical cager's blindness when it comes to motorcyclists. I like the way they use a tank to show the cager how fragile his cage is, kind of like how fragile our motorcycles are against the average car!

LINK to the Devon Government Site which created the movie.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

A set of amusing Motivational Posters

I found the link to these motivational posters in the Rounders Discussion Board I tend to frequent. I thought some of them amusing enough to post the link to the whole set and a couple I liked a lot:

Full list of posters is found here.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

The Ultimate in Mobile Homes

Temps in the mid-70s with cloudy gray skies, around 1900hrs in the evening.

I went for a short ride after dinner after having spent the day doing chores, playing with the kids and just loafing around the house. I stopped by the Radio Shack for some adapters and cables for my GPS which is also an FRS/GMRS radio. I am playing with the idea of having it available to talk to fellow riders on long rides. Like the one to West Bend, WI next month to attend the BMWMOA International Rally. I've got two guys emailing me already, it'll be good to have some company on the 1100+ miles to the Rally.

While tooling around, I see this house on a moving trailer. Caught my eye as it did every other motorist who cruised by. I returned to it after my errand and as you can see, truly the latest work in mobile homes, kind of.

So either today's housing is really light and airy or that is one strong tractor-trailer combination!