Yukon!

[sd gross]

:suv:
So I stop at Mama Java's, close by the Monte Rio Post Office for my dose of dark Sumatra and an aging scone, and begin to enjoy same when up drives a GMC Yukon which parks perpendicular to, and preventing access to the handicapped parking space in front of Mama's door. Leaving the engine belching noxiously, a man disembarks, cup in hand, and strolls into Mama's.

I await his subsequent exit and departure, breathing shallowly to avoid a premature departure myself, but alas, it is not forthcoming. The fume-saturated minutes crawl by, and when I find I can't keep quiet any longer, I walk into the shop and explain to the man, with apologies, that most of us are trying to reduce our carbon footprints, and what he's doing is foul, and generally pissing Mother Nature off. He blurts something about "...supposed to take 30 seconds..." and continues to stand there with the grace of an Easter Island statue, proffering his empty cup in the empty, swiftly degrading air. I exit, pick up my Java and scone and walk from the noxious cloud's epicenter. Finishing my java, I check my mail, sit in my car perusing it and growing increasingly agitated. About 18 or 20 minutes after this drama began, the guy slowly exits, heaves his bulk behind the wheel of his Yukon, and drives away - leaving me fuming and smoldering in the suv's place.

As I wryly note that his license plate begins with "5THC...", I think about Canada's Yukon Territory, a pristine, lake-studded, well-forested wonderland - almost a half-million square kilometers, with a population of about 30,000 people, and I'm floored by the irony of it all. The fat-assed guy in his fat-ass flatulent SUV, named after one of the most naturally virginal chunks of land in North America.
Of course (irony added to irony) he had one of those depression-era newsboy caps perched on his head.

Not much I can do about all this except vent a bit and perhaps put you on the alert, should his dark Yukon come rolling up in your space some caffeinated morning.
Not much you can do either, except tell the guy what a shmuck he is.



:rant:

[photolite]

Just remember that the definition of the "suburbs" is a place where they cut down all the trees and then name the streets after them. Most Americans grow up in these places. The irony your guy represents is not particularly unique. Obnoxious nonetheless.


:suv:
So I stop at Mama Java's, close by the Monte Rio Post Office for my dose of dark Sumatra and an aging scone, and begin to enjoy same when up drives a GMC Yukon which parks perpendicular to, and preventing access to the handicapped parking space in front of Mama's door. Leaving the engine belching noxiously, a man disembarks, cup in hand, and strolls into Mama's.

I await his subsequent exit and departure, breathing shallowly to avoid a premature departure myself, but alas, it is not forthcoming. The fume-saturated minutes crawl by, and when I find I can't keep quiet any longer, I walk into the shop and explain to the man, with apologies, that most of us are trying to reduce our carbon footprints, and what he's doing is foul, and generally pissing Mother Nature off. He blurts something about "...supposed to take 30 seconds..." and continues to stand there with the grace of an Easter Island statue, proffering his empty cup in the empty, swiftly degrading air. I exit, pick up my Java and scone and walk from the noxious cloud's epicenter. Finishing my java, I check my mail, sit in my car perusing it and growing increasingly agitated. About 18 or 20 minutes after this drama began, the guy slowly exits, heaves his bulk behind the wheel of his Yukon, and drives away - leaving me fuming and smoldering in the suv's place.

As I wryly note that his license plate begins with "5THC...", I think about Canada's Yukon Territory, a pristine, lake-studded, well-forested wonderland - almost a half-million square kilometers, with a population of about 30,000 people, and I'm floored by the irony of it all. The fat-assed guy in his fat-ass flatulent SUV, named after one of the most naturally virginal chunks of land in North America.
Of course (irony added to irony) he had one of those depression-era newsboy caps perched on his head.

Not much I can do about all this except vent a bit and perhaps put you on the alert, should his dark Yukon come rolling up in your space some caffeinated morning.
Not much you can do either, except tell the guy what a shmuck he is.



:rant:

[CadFactor]

Glad I drive a Suburban and not a Yukon. :thumbsup:

Go ahead and ask me why. :wink:

[Tars]

A mean side of me wants to keep a couple of those, "Nothing dumber than a Hummer" bumperstickers in my bag, to surreptitiously plant on the back of one of the guzzlers as I walk by it in the crosswalk its blocking. Same goes for Yukons, Cadillac Escalades, et al.

[photolite]

OK, I'll bite. Why?



Glad I drive a Suburban and not a Yukon. :thumbsup:

Go ahead and ask me why. :wink:

[CadFactor]

I bought my Suburban in '95 when my family outgrew the ford explorer. It was the only thing that would fit all our stuff plus family plus two BIG dogs for our trips to the Sierra's.

Now it's generally only me and the wife in the thing when I drive it. But I only drive it about once a month when I need to haul something large. Otherwise it sits in my yard.

Doesn't make sense to get rid of it and buy something else and get a monthly payment when I hardly use it as it is. It's cheaper than a Prius and it's been the most reliable vehicle I've ever owned.

So, just because you might see only ONE person in a big SUV, it doesn't mean they have a larger "carbon footprint" than someone in a smaller car. They just might be using the SUV for that one day a month.

[CadFactor]

A mean side of me wants to keep a couple of those, "Nothing dumber than a Hummer" bumperstickers in my bag, to surreptitiously plant on the back of one of the guzzlers as I walk by it in the crosswalk its blocking. Same goes for Yukons, Cadillac Escalades, et al.

What about the Prius' and Volvos that block the crosswalk? Do you have disdain for them also?

Just a side note, the worse drivers I've seen in this county are Volvo drivers. Tailgating and passing on roads where it's unsafe to pass.

[Sciguy]

Since we all know today how cars work (with keys) isn't it like obvious to reach in, shut off the car engine, and then, depending on how strong Mama Java has made your coffee this morning, maybe putting the keys under his SUV on the road, right in the middle of his illegal parking space. I mean, you aren't without any responses at all except to suffer...
Paul


:suv:
So I stop at Mama Java's, close by the Monte Rio Post Office for my dose of dark Sumatra and an aging scone, and begin to enjoy same when up drives a GMC Yukon which parks perpendicular to, and preventing access to the handicapped parking space in front of Mama's door. Leaving the engine belching noxiously, a man disembarks, cup in hand, and strolls into Mama's.

...

[dandss1]

Isn't it illegal to leave a running vehicle unattended? All anyone had to do was call the police to report an unattended or abandoned vehicle left with the engine running. Such vehicles are dangerous and a public safety hazard. Let the owner explain it to the police.

[babaruss]

So I see you've met big Mike !!
Baba


:suv:
So I stop at Mama Java's, close by the Monte Rio Post Office for my dose of dark Sumatra and an aging scone, and begin to enjoy same when up drives a GMC Yukon which parks perpendicular to, and preventing access to the handicapped parking space in front of Mama's door. Leaving the engine belching noxiously, a man disembarks, cup in hand, and strolls into Mama's...

[photolite]

Isn't it like, illegal, like breaking and entering, to enter another's vehicle and take their property (their keys) regardless of where you then put it. Two wrongs do not cancel each other, only promote uncivility towards each other.




Since we all know today how cars work (with keys) isn't it like obvious to reach in, shut off the car engine, and then, depending on how strong Mama Java has made your coffee this morning, maybe putting the keys under his SUV on the road, right in the middle of his illegal parking space. I mean, you aren't without any responses at all except to suffer...
Paul

[Philip Tymon]

Yukon some of the people all of the time.





:suv:
So I stop at Mama Java's, close by the Monte Rio Post Office for my dose of dark Sumatra and an aging scone, and begin to enjoy same when up drives a GMC Yukon ...

[sd gross]

:Thanks:

I really appreciate all the comments and input re: "Yukon!", and since It was my rant which elicited the comments, I feel somewhat compelled to respond.

To "phitymon":
Don't forget Moe, Larry and Curly, who believed you could n'yuk, n'yuk, n'yuk on
some of the people all of the time.

To Baba
Is Big Mike the name of the Yukon or the driver?

To :dandss1
And if we couldn't find a nearby pay phone, I could have hopped into the Yukon and driven into town to find one. Most likely by the time Wyatt Earp arrived that hoss would have been long gone.

To Sciguy
Messing with someone else's property doesn't seem too obvious a response.
If he needed an insulin shot and his "works" were stashed in his locked glove box he might go "postal" before he killed me. Maybe his battery was terminally ill. I don't know.
My obvious response has been to publicly vent and express my disgust in the hope that if someone encounters this person or someone behaving similarly, they might assert their displeasure.

To CadFactor
Yes, I do. Especially if they're unattended with all cylinders pumping and I'm seated twenty feet away, trying to enjoy my scone.
If their engine is unproductively pumping toxins into the atmosphere we all must breathe, their carbon footprint is unquestionably doing more damage than an idle 18-wheeler.
Leaving an engine running while you're waiting to collect your Java is not "using" it.
And I'm truly I'm glad you're happy with your Sub Urban.

To Tars:
He'll/She'll only see it if you stick it on the windshield.

I positively LOVE:heart: the comments!
Please keep 'em comong!
appreciatively
stephen

Yukon some of the people all of the time.

[babaruss]

Big Mike is that guy you described so well who owns the big black Yukon.
Won't bother going into details, but he can't move fast, or think fast anymore. He is loved by one hell of a lot of people for his nonjudgmental life and for his generosity.
I mentioned his name just to see if those persons taking shots at an anonymous 'enemy' would consider rethinking those shots if it was a person known to waccovians.
Baba


:Thanks:

I really appreciate all the comments and input re: "Yukon!", and since It was my rant which elicited the comments, I feel somewhat compelled to respond.

To "phitymon":
Don't forget Moe, Larry and Curly, who believed you could n'yuk, n'yuk, n'yuk on
some of the people all of the time.

To Baba
Is Big Mike the name of the Yukon or the driver?

To :dandss1
And if we couldn't find a nearby pay phone, I could have hopped into the Yukon and driven into town to find one. Most likely by the time Wyatt Earp arrived that hoss would have been long gone.

To Sciguy
Messing with someone else's property doesn't seem too obvious a response.
If he needed an insulin shot and his "works" were stashed in his locked glove box he might go "postal" before he killed me. Maybe his battery was terminally ill. I don't know.
My obvious response has been to publicly vent and express my disgust in the hope that if someone encounters this person or someone behaving similarly, they might assert their displeasure.

To CadFactor
Yes, I do. Especially if they're unattended with all cylinders pumping and I'm seated twenty feet away, trying to enjoy my scone.
If their engine is unproductively pumping toxins into the atmosphere we all must breathe, their carbon footprint is unquestionably doing more damage than an idle 18-wheeler.
Leaving an engine running while you're waiting to collect your Java is not "using" it.
And I'm truly I'm glad you're happy with your Sub Urban.

To Tars:
He'll/She'll only see it if you stick it on the windshield.

I positively LOVE:heart: the comments!
Please keep 'em comong!
appreciatively
stephen

[CadFactor]

Maybe his battery was terminally ill. I don't know.


Looks like you may have just realized why someone might leave their engine running. See, Judging someone off the bat might lead to mis-judging and I'm sure you wouldn't like yourself for doing that. :idea:



To CadFactor
Yes, I do. Especially if they're unattended with all cylinders pumping and I'm seated twenty feet away, trying to enjoy my scone.
If their engine is unproductively pumping toxins into the atmosphere we all must breathe, their carbon footprint is unquestionably doing more damage than an idle 18-wheeler.
Leaving an engine running while you're waiting to collect your Java is not "using" it.
And I'm truly I'm glad you're happy with your Sub Urban.


Hmmm. getting tricky with the name of my car. Good for you. Hope it made you feel better about yourself. Didn't bother me in the least.

We live what, 20 miles from the coast? The great Air Conditioner. Saying that the vehicle is "pumping toxins into the atmosphere" is a bit of hyperbole, wouldn't you say? Enjoy your scone and where you live and don't let the little things get to you so easily next time. There are worse things in life.

[sd gross]

:duh:
Normally I wouldn't bother (especially after two weeks!) responding, CF, but rather than have you wandering through life under the misperception that I had a 32-valve epiphany I will attempt to clarify.
I don't give a rodents colon why he might have left his engine running because his choice of where he docked his boat, precludes the "why". It's not like the Yukon suddenly became disabled and couldn't come to rest somewhere more appropriate.
And rather than judging him, I'm offering an opinion based on what my senses tell me (stinky, noisy, intrusive, ugly), and my short conversation with him ("Could you please...?" "No!!") So far this hasn't radically altered my opinion of myself.

As for "getting tricky with the name of my car", you aren't responsible for naming it, are you? Are you offended on behalf of Ford Motor Corp.'s marketing department? There's hardly a car name alive that doesn't beg to be twisted, reconstituted and manipulated by the likes of word-manglers like myself. Try not to take such things personally. (I mean it's not like I "got tricky" with CadFactor)
Saying the Yuke is pumping toxins is an accurate report - that's what was happening. If it was going somewhere or keeping someone entertained or warm (but it wasn't) it would still have been noxious.
There used to be "smoking" and "Non-smoking sections" in airplanes before people realized it was like having peeing and non-peeing sections in a swimming pool. It's still gonna getcha.
I agree, there are worse things in life. One of them is not speaking up when you should.
:peacewins:

Looks like you may have just realized why someone might leave their engine running. See, Judging someone off the bat might lead to mis-judging and I'm sure you wouldn't like yourself for doing that. :idea:



Hmmm. getting tricky with the name of my car. Good for you. Hope it made you feel better about yourself. Didn't bother me in the least.

We live what, 20 miles from the coast? The great Air Conditioner. Saying that the vehicle is "pumping toxins into the atmosphere" is a bit of hyperbole, wouldn't you say? Enjoy your scone and where you live and don't let the little things get to you so easily next time. There are worse things in life.