400,000 Hits and being the one of the leading authorities in a number of obscure fields.

At least according to the counter at the bottom of the page.   If one looks a little deeper one finds that a lot of this traffic consists of bots looking around and if you jettison the hits where someone spends less than 30 seconds before discovering nothing they were actually looking for, you understand the real number is considerably smaller.   But, more than enough people spend enough time here each month to convince me that I’m communicating with someone.   That makes this site sort of a public journal.   It’s largely replaced the mass E-mailings I used to send out to people on an almost daily basis.   But, I’m happy it exists, and I get enough feedback from people to make it seem worthwhile.   Thanks.

So far I’ve published 156 posts that average around 800 words per post, so one can see that writing a book is indeed within the grasp of the average person.   That little factoid alone is sort of fascinating to me, as I really had no concept of the shear quantity of stuff one could create fairly easily.   If I were a novelist I’ve written the equivalent (at least in numbers of words) of two average size novels over the course of a couple years.  Which is amazing to me, for one.

One wonders if blogs will one day be a curious artifact from the early parts of the 21st century when almost anyone could first gain access to such a potentially large group of people.   My biggest “success” has been an entry about Irena Sendler and a Facebook “chain letter” inspired by a Glenn Beck program.  If you Google “Irena Sendler Obama” my blog entry is one of the first you’ll come across.   I also get some “interesting” E-mail from Glenn Beck Fans to this day.  (Who knew some of them were literate.)

I’m also fairly high up on Google for anyone who is looking into either a 1961 Honda C110 or a Datsun 1500 Sports Fairlady.  Or someone who wants to replace the control arms on a BMW Z-3.   Anyone who Googles both Ted Nugent and Jerry Garcia at the same time will find Fauxsuperblogs in the top five.   Seemingly, I’d be a great source for “Trivia” players.

I also was one of the first people to review the Badcat Unleash, (a guitar attenuator re-amp device) and I still get quite a bit of traffic from those who are interested in those.  Curiously, I get a couple of questions a week of a technical nature, which I answer if I’m up to it.

Anyone looking for Horse Butte in Lebanon Oregon will also be directed to my site.    I would also seem to the an authority on Deodorant Shelf alarms as well.   A couple of times I’ve actually been directed to my own blog site when doing research on something, which is hilarious.   It’s a bit like everyone being famous for 15 minutes: “In the future, everyone will be an expert on something.”   Or at least appear to be one. 

Oh, I understand that I’m in the same boat.   I do try to confine my comments to something I actually know about.   But, I could be wrong.   I often wonder if anything I’ve written has been cited in someone’s term paper or research project.     So far, at least, and as far as I know, Rand Paul has yet to plagiarize anything from my blog.   (But one can dream, eh?)  On Facebook, I’ve seen political and economic citations to blog pages of people much like myself.   That, in itself, gives me reason for pause; I mean, “What do I know?”

OK, it’s probably time to sign off here before things get totally silly.   I just couldn’t pass on the chance to reflect on a milestone of some sort, and let anyone who reads this know:  “I’m glad you’re doing so.”

Datsun 1500 Sports AKA: Fairlady

I’ve owned five two-seaters so far, and two of them are Japanese roadsters.    The first one was a  Datsun 1500 Sports, which in most markets was called the Fairlady, a name not deemed sufficiently macho for the US market.   It later evolved into first the 1600, and then into the 2000.   These cars were the precursors to the 240 z, which in Japan was called the Fairlady Z.

The first time I ever drove anything that could be called a “sports car” I was on a road trip to San Francisco in the Winter of 1969 with my friend Jim Oiler, who owned a 65 Fairlady.   I had a chance to drive his car, and instantly was hooked. I bought the very same car from him about 6 months later, when he decided to sell it to get a 1600, which had 11 more horsepower, 14 inch wheels, and disc brakes. 

Road tests of the era claimed the Datsun 1500 took 15 seconds to reach 60 mph, which means it was way slower than any modern economy car.    It never felt sluggish to me , though and the crude but stiff suspension controlled body motions well enough that it was fun to drive in a brisk manner on winding roads.   I might have been able to corner as fast in my parents four door Dodge (if I could stand the sailboat-like lean angles and the under-steer generated howling of the front tires) but it wouldn’t have actually been fun, where in the Datsun it was an addictive activity.

The car was really fun to slide around and the skinny 13 inch bias ply tires certainly helped the situation.   Even the 85 horsepower out of the little car’s four-banger were enough to overcome the lack of grip in the lower two gears if you grabbed the car by the scruff of it’s neck and tossed the car into the corner.   The skinny tires gentle breakaway made it easy to catch the slide as the tire grip gave way with just a flick of the steering wheel; in the rain you could hang the rear end out and generate lurid slides.  Putting radial tires on it would defeat the whole purpose of the car.

The fact that the top came off was a major bonus, not only for the wind in the hair experience and the sense of speed, but it allowed you to hear the car’s exhaust.  Whoever had owned it before Jim had fitted it with a Cherry Bomb muffler, and the car sounded wonderful. (never thought I’d hear “Cherry Bomb” and “sounded wonderful” in the same sentence)

I know this brings up thoughts of today’s “rice rockets” with loud flatulent exhausts, but the small displacement motor sounded rather musical; a run through the gears provided a great soundtrack with a little “ahhh” sound on overrun at each gear change, and the car wasn’t really very loud at all. 

It’s was a great first sports car, not enough power to get you in trouble and benign handling if you did manage to push it a little over the limit.  30 mpg, (When gas was under 30 cents a gallon) easy to work on; cheap to fix, if it did break.  I kept it for two years and then sold it to get a 289-4-speed 65 Mustang.

The other thing, it was a chick magnet.    “Oh, that’s a cute little car!” may not feed your male ego much, but it looked like it might be fun to ride in to a lot of women who wouldn’t have been too keen to ride in some loud beast of a vehicle that idled at 2,000 RPM and shook like a wet dog when you punched the throttle.

There’s a video below that gives a pretty good sense of what it was like to ride in one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5HPK7lygkY

UPDATE:

I still have the roadster bug, I now have a BMW Z3 roadster, which can’t help but remind me of the little Datsun

It’s a little bit faster, but only 3 inches longer (about 10 inches wider, though) and still brings our the the same reaction in me: driving is fun!

 

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