Morning miscellany

Enlightened self preservation

I had a pleasant surprise as I headed out for this morning's commute. The "suicide rider" came tooling by, and not only was he wearing his helmet but he also was lit up with a taillight and a headlight.

And I thought no one ever listened to me.

CQ... CQ...

As a licensed (but inactive) ham radio operator since around 1975, I tend to take notice of vehicles with amateur radio callsign license plates. In the days before the internet came along, I used to think it would be cool to have one—if being a ham could ever be considered "cool". But now, with the internet making it possible to look up any ham's callsign and get his/her full name and home address, it doesn't seem like such a good idea.

Maybe Thomas J. from Richardson and Robert W. from Lucas would do well to keep that in mind. It might make them think twice about blocking two lanes of rush hour traffic, doing 10 mph below the posted limit (20 mph below the practical limit), driving side by side so that they could eyeball each other while having their little QSO ("conversation" to you civilians).

As well, James T. from McKinney—who nearly took off my right front fender one afternoon last month—should consider putting a leash on the NASCAR instincts and ponder the fact that if the meek little geek in the Civic can look him up, so might Sasquatch's cousin in the Dodge monster truck with the No Fear and Texas Trophy Hunters Association stickers in the rear window.

73. Let's be safe out there.