On More Scams... from the same damned person!

So the story goes that a guy loves to lure in those Nigerian scammers, remember them? The ones who would tell you they were the wife, cousin, uncle, whatever of some fantisctially rich person and they needed you to help them get their money out of Nigeria, Europe, The Moon, whatever. Anyway this guy, the Ebola Monkey Man, clearly deserves a medal!, but, well I wish he was posting bicycles on Craigslist.

Back in October 2010 I tried to sell a frame I've got that's just collecting dust, you can read about my attempts here, read the reader comments as well, I'm not the only would be victim.

Well my guy is back at it. I am trying to sell a Roubaix, full build that's been sitting in the shop since June of 2010. I know someone who said they were going to buy it, but they never did.

Anyway here is the latest... (Note: Clifton, AKA Clarance, AKA Jokam is in red ink, I am in blue ink.)

On Sun, 25 Mar 2012, sarah wrote:
** CRAIGSLIST ADVISORY --- AVOID SCAMS BY DEALING LOCALLY
** Avoid: wiring money, cross-border deals, work-at-home
** Beware: cashier checks, money orders, escrow, shipping
** More Info: http://www.craigslist.org/about/scams


Good Morning,


Happy weekend to you...I am interested in your advert on craiglist and
would like you to contact me back on my email cliftongemni@gmail.com with
you as i am keen in buying it.


Thanks


SGT Clifton Gemni
U.S. Army

Does anyone actually talk like that? Anyway that message reminded me of ole' Clarance Rose,

On 3/25/12, Michael Cole wrote:
Well the bike is still avaialble but I am in Toronto Canada, that might be
a bit of a drive for you.


That said if you'd like to see it, drop me a note and I'll see what I can
arrange.


Michael

Well surely if you are about to blow $3500 (the list price I posted) for this thing you would want to inspect it at least once?

Hello
Thanks for your prompt response.am okay with it and i want to buying it right away at the rate of (US$3500.00).I am satisfied with the description of it in which it would be convenient for me to pay through PayPal.I am not available to check it up before purchasing but i have checked the necessary details of the advert...If you are not familiar with PayPal,i would suggest you visit www.paypal.com and make a registration with them and contact me with your PayPal email address after completing the registration.I am presently making proper arrangement with my picker in order for him to schedule how to come for the pick up of the item after payment is made.Please get back to me with your PayPal email address so that i can proceed with the payment

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, we call them 'couriers' "pickers" are what gross people do with their noses... or is he talking about day labourers on fruit farms, sadly I think in the United States they are usually called illegal aliens. Also, I'm in Toronto, in Ontario, which is, last I checked, in Canada, which means I used Canadian, not US money. I would like to think that a seargent in the US Army would know that in other countries people don't use US funds.

Anyway I replied, I think I'd like to lead this guy on for a while, in the spirt of the Ebola Monkey Man!

Where are you located? Are you sure you don't want to see this thing first? Wouldn't it make more sense to inspect the bike before you buy it?


I'm open to suggestions. Does anyone have a fake Paypal account they can 'loan' me? (Yes I've already reported this piece of work to the RCMP and to Paypal, I don't think either of them will do anything though, apparently they are flooded with reports like mine.)
 
Craigslist users beware!

On A Recent Ride

I really want to get back to my novel, but I figured I should post my latest route, its loaded with hills. Only too many damn cars, although one of my co-workers who lives near some of the roads I took noticed there was an unusual number of cars out. So I think I'd like to try this route again and see if some of those pesky cars go away.

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What else is there to report? Well Dawn keeps getting bigger, her pregnancy is pretty obvious now. Her doctor said that she should go on short term disability on account of the twins (the shared placenta thing puts the pregnancy in the complicated category). I have to admit I'm really looking forward to teaching the boys how to ride a bicycle, and play with toy trains, and lego, and blocks. We've been going on a huge space theme lately, getting all kinds of books on rockets and space travel, hey if my boys grew up to be anyone of the rocket science type engineers, materials, structural, mechanical, computer, chemical, aerospace engineering, maybe they could land me a seat in the VIP viewing gallery at The Cape down in Florida. In the meantime, does Estes still make model rockets, and where can we launch them?

So much stuff to play with in such a short childhood!

On Recent Events

I know, I haven't written much lately, in my defence there isn't much new stuff to write about. The boys are clearly getting bigger and bigger, apparently they are now about the size of an ear of corn - bizzarely baby sizes are always compared with fruits or vegitables, a few months ago they were the size of a peach, then a grapefuit, at one point it was a radish I think. I wonder why they are never the size of a baseball? I guess most people wouldn't be able to relate to a 53 chain ring.

Of course for Dawn things are exceedingly difficult with two boys in the oven. The simple act of rolling over in bed has become complicated for her. On the radio today they were talking about how public transit riders often don't notice when a pregnant woman gets on and needs a seat. Of course for the morning trip into work I drive Dawn, not that getting a seat is difficult at 5am, but I still don't like the idea of Dawn riding the streetcar at that hour. Mind you in the afternoon, Dawn is usually home long before me, so I cannot do anything for her. Maybe I can finish my novel and make enough in royalties that she can become a stay at home mother?

In other news the weather has started to improve, I've been going for a few little bike rides, the Toronto drivers are incomptent (but I know that from driving, I don't need to be on a saddle to see how plain bad they are - and it's the really bad drivers who are the most aggressive.)

Oh and I was recently cleaning out some old emails and found of bunch of messages from 2002~2004. Many were from Lesley, once upon a time she loved me, but then those notes stopped, I guess the love ran out. Pretty upsetting stuff, but then I can think of my wonderful, lovable wife with her boys in the oven, I deleted the emails.

Back to the subject of riding, I guess I won't be getting much in for the next couple years, which would be a shame, but then I imagine children will keep me plenty busy for a few years anyway.

Its a... They are boys!

Pictures to follow, but the 3D ultrasound is conclusive, they (twins remember?) are boys, Joshua Dyson and Zachary Alexander.

And in other news Iran is threatening to close the Strait of Hormuz, if they did that 20% of the World's oil would not make it to market, mostly in East Asia. Military expectations are that if Iran were to close the Strait it would take the American's something between a few days and a month to reopen it. Economic expectations are that if the Strait were closed the price of oil would spike from about $100/barrel to about $150/barrel.

On personal updates and other things.

In reviewing my previous post, I noted the Saudis have declared that in order to maintain a desired level of social services they feel that the desired price of oil ought to be about $100 (US) a barrel I went on to note that their previous target price was $75. One thing I neglected to mention, the Kind of Saudi Arabia is not exactly known for it's first rate social services.

In other more personal news, regular reads may not know that Lesley left me. Actually that woman left me some time ago, since then I met someone else and got married. Now Mrs. Cole and I, well really Mrs. Cole, I just help out here and there, are expecting little ones, not a little one, but twins! I think I've got a picture around here...

Of course when I found out twins were in the picture I remarked that we'd need a bigger house. The ultrasound technician said that's what every father who finds out he's about to have twins says, a new house and a new car. Anyway last night I watched a rerun of Top Gear where James May is reviewing some Land Rover and at first I thought it looked kind of cool and has a modest four banger diesel. Then I realised, that Range Rover's got less internal volume than my Jetta, probably gets way worse milage, and honestly, I'm never going to drive across Death Valley, at least off road across Death Valley, so what's the good of such a silly machine? I will get a bigger car, I think a diesel A3, it's a hatch back pretty good on the comforts and great on the milage. Of course most importantly, as a soon to be father, it's got a great saftey rating. (For reference, here is the NHTSA web site.)

Actually the NHTSA never rated the A3, but the similar A4 got five stars. By contrast my Jetta got four or five stars depending on where the crash happened. The only Land Rover rating I can find is for a '96 Range Rover, the NHTSA only tested front impact on drive and passenger and it only got three out of five stars. (Side impact was unrated, but I will bet it wouldn't do well.)

But back to the wedding, I won't bother with the wedding photos, but I will throw in a link to some pictures we took from Florida just before the wedding.

One day in Florida it was very cold, about seven degrees Celsius, my future mother-in-law thought it would be funny to go for a walk on the beach in winter attire. She had left Toronto just a few days earlier in the middle of a snow storm. I took some pictures with the zoom lens from her apartment (she's a snow bird).

The apartment is about 2km south of the Kennedy Space Center, the tour guide, (of course I took a tour!) was saying that KSC is America's space port, I never thought of that previously, space port, sounds like something out of Star Trek, but it's actually true, KSC is a space port. Weird to even think that, anyway here are the pictures.

On Big Vehicles

I am still driving a bazillion miles to work every day. (Readers you can start to feel sympathy at your earliest convenience.) But one thing I have to gripe about, truckers and the trucking industry. I personally pay about $20,000 a year in income tax, now some of that money goes to help keep unemployed Newfoundland fishermen on unemployment insurance, some goes to build subways... (excuse me Le Metro in Montreal), and some goes to build highways here in Ontario, highways that seem to be flooded with poorly maintained trucks.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying trucks are the bane of my existence, they just come pretty damn close. They need forever and a million miles to accelerate to highway speeds (causing traffic disruptions for miles behind them), they need just as long and far to decelerate, they are unstable, in the winter the top of the trailers are covered in snow and as a result leave a mini snow storm for the sorry sods stuck behind them. All too many truckers are very reckless with their vehicles, tail-gating and not allowing others to merge or change lanes and for kicks from time to time a whole wheel will just fall right off at speed on the highway and collide with another car three lanes over, going the other direction! (Killing the driver.) Then the industry will circle the wagons and call it a freak accident and say there is nothing that can be done about it. (Hint guys, as an amateur bike mechanic I'll tell you what the fix is, grease your lug nuts and use a torque wrench.) Then people get to wonder why there are so many highway fatalities.

Speaking of big vehicles, I found the following on the Globe and Mail web site in the drive section:

The shortcomings of the SUV genre have been well documented in works like Keith Bradsher’s High and Mighty – The Dangerous Rise of the SUV. Bradsher’s book shows how SUVs conquered North America thanks to an odd confluence of consumer demand, flawed government regulation, and short-sighted corporate policy (SUVs were hugely profitable for car companies).


Engineers were confounded by the popularity of SUVs, which are designed around an odd set of parameters – they’re too heavy, they have too much frontal area, and their height makes them unstable. But automotive purchase patterns are determined by a number of forces, and the strangest one of all is human nature. Author Malcolm Gladwell noted the psychology of the SUV market in a 2004 New Yorker story: “... internal industry market research concluded that SUVs tend to be bought by people who are insecure, vain, self-centered, and self-absorbed, who are frequently nervous about their marriages, and who lack confidence in their driving skills.”

Its a funny thing the SUV as a concept. I was speaking with a co-worker of mine who is a major auto enthusiast, he is in the process of building a car from parts using a Ford 1969 Mustang body with a big block V8 (I think his engine will have something in the neighbourhood of 350 cubic inches or about 8L of displacement, naturally aspirated). Obviously this guy loves his cars, and trucks, he has a Ford F-150 for use as his family (wife and two kids) and daily commuting vehicle, that Mustang will be his track day car.

From reading my blog, I would expect that he and I would disagree about many things, actually we don't. I am not so sure the F-150 makes much sense as a commuter but the engineering behind building a car, espeically one designed to be absoultely the fastest quarter mile (400m) finisher I have to respect. (Building it naturally aspirated means that while it will have an incredible quater mile time it's city fuel economey will be apalling, but at least it will be a lot less maintenance than say a 2L VW Touareg with a turbo charger.)

Anyway one day while talking with my co-worker, about cars, he mentioned that the SUV was the dumbest idea in automotive engineering. We concluded that it was a pickup truck chassis with a hatchback body on top. Now for non-engineers what this means is, well a truck chassis is designed to be very stiff and not very stable, but very cheap - after all it is assumed that truck drivers are more careful and have more weight to lug but do not mind driving slower. A hatchback is designed to be faster (than a truck) and have a higher centre of gravity than a conventional car. Combine the two and you have the worst of both worlds. A very high centre of gravity on a very stiff frame (even the so called 'crossovers' need a stiffened chassis) with a huge cross section to the wind. Net result, unsafe at any speed and pathetic fuel economey.

Furthermore, just becuase the engine has the latest in fuel saving measures, turbo chargers, fuel injection, and so on, the bottom line is, there is only so much energy that can be usefully converted from the potential chemical energy in octane into forward motion on the road. In fact I can even assert that for every four joules of chemical potential energy the classic internal combustion four stroke engine will only get about one joule of foward energy. (You want better fuel milage, ride a bicycle.)

On a related note, I heard on the news yesterday, the Saudis have delcared that in order to maintain a desired level of social services they feel that the desired price of oil ought to be about $100 (US) a barrel, their previous price was $75 (US). I also recall that in 2000 (12 years ago) it was $24 (US). Factoring in inflation and the fact that the US dollar, actually thanks to the disaster in Europe we better compare the green back to the Chinese RenMinBi (Yuan), so lets see in 2001 $1 (US) was about RMB 8.28, whereas today $1 (US) is about RMB 6.29. Thus the US dollar has allowed (by the Chinese) to decline by about 24% while the price of oil has gone up by over 400%. Now let's assume inflation from January 2000 to today averages at about 3% per year, inflation over 12 years would be 42.58%, thus what cost $100 (US) in 2000 should cost $142.58 (US) but factoring in the decline of the US dollar lets chop another 24% off, so $100 (US) in 2000 becomes $176.80. Thus if the Saudis liked oil at $24 (US) a barrel in 2000 they should like oil at about $42.43 (US) a barrel today.

The fact is the Saudis have always liked a low price of oil, it keeps the addict (America and Western Europe) hooked on their cheap smack. I suspect the real reason Saudi Arabia is letting the price of oil go up is to give the appearence that they still have some control over the price of oil. Currently a barrel of West Texas Intermediate Light Sweet closing at Cushing OK will set you back $101.20 and a barrel of Brent North Sea crude will cost about $111.19.

I guess the moral here is SUVs are the ultimate symbol or reckless excess in an enviornment that is rapidly running out of the good stuff. An interesting aside, the following article links oil price volatility to the rise in political partisanship.

On Internal Cables

A couple weeks ago I went for a ride, what else is new, on my newest Roubaix. (Pictures to follow). She is very pretty but during my ride I had a lot of trouble upshifting to the 53 chain ring from the 39. I took the bike, hereafter I'll call her Abby, to Malcolm who tightened up the front deraileur for me. (The problem with this bike is, due to internal cabling and the way the original store set her up - they didn't bother to install the barrel adjusters - getting the front deraileur set correctly requires a very skilled hand, in other words, Malcolm.)

Anyway when I got Abby home I set to work on her, Malcolm noticed, with nothing but eyes that Abby needed a new chain. (According to my Park Took chain checker, the wear was at 0.50% or still good.) Trusting Malcolm over a $50 tool that never really did show wear correctly, and the fact that I do have over 3000km on the chain, I tossed my old chain and when I did I could see that the front deraileur cable was unwinding. I had a new task for myself, strip Abby, right to her BB30 bearings, lower the stem a little (the bars were high), replace the bars (I had just bought a pair of Easton EC90s). Swap out her dura-ace shifters and rear deraileur for SRAM Red (I like SRAM shifting more than Shimano) and naturally, replace the cables.

Okay all of the above is pretty standard stuff, except Abby's cables are, as I noted, internally routed. You want the definition of a pain in the rear end, try routing internal cables. Malcolm told me that on old steel frames one would sometimes see guys who had, over the course of their bike's life replaced pretty much every component except that rear brake cable because fishing that cable is so damn difficult. Thankfully, for me, Abby is carbon fibre, so I had a few dandy little tricks I can employ.

First to get the gear cables from the top of the down tube to the bottom bracket I used four items:

1. Fishing line
2. electrical tape
3. A twist tie like the kind that come with small electrical appliances to wrap the electrical cord (those ties are smoother, less friction, than the ties that come with garbage bags)
4. A very powerful magnet (I used one from an old server hard disk drive). SCSI and SAS hard drives seem to have the most powerful of all the hard drive magnets. (Luckily I'm in IT so I get access to lots of hard drives.)

Alright, if you haven't already figured out how I made things work, remember Abby is carbon fibre, not steel. Still not sure? Well first I taped the fishing line at one end to the bars, at the other end of the line I taped the fishing line to the twist tie. Then I inserted the tie into the hole at the top of Abby's down tube and used the magnet (on the outside) to guide the tie to the hole at the bottom of the downtube. Then tape the fishing line (at the end by the bars) to the gear cable and guide the gear cable by pulling the fishing line. (Although in retrospect I should have put off pulling the new gear cable until I had finished running all the fishing lines, also masking tape is cheaper and would probably work just as well, if not better, than electrical tape.)

Now the hardest line to run was for the rear deraileur and this line runs the length of the chainstay, that is from under the bottom bracket all the way to the rear drop out. Now using magnets here is quiet a bit harder. Sure Abby is carbon fibre, but the rear drop out as well as the area surrounding it, in fact the entire join from the chain stay to the seat stay, is metal, I think steel. Ultimately what I did was take an old gear shifting cable, some electrical tape, fishing line and my trusty tie wrap. I used the gear cable to shove the fishing line with tie wrap and electrical tape in from the wrong end - the drop out end - and drive the fishing line forward into the chain stay far enough to clear the steel drop out. Once I could feel the tie wrap with the magnet I used the magnet to draw the tie wrap forward to the hole at the bottom bracket (a very narrow hole at that!) A little bit of the tie wrap would expose from the hole and then using a plyer I was able to pull out the tie wrap and fishing line.

A confession, first I took Abby to my local bike shop and asked them, after several frustrating hours, to do that final run of the rear deraileur cable, but by the time I got Abby back on the stand at home the cable fell out. So I did have to learn the hard way how to route internal cables.

As for the rear brake cable, that was actually very easy, push the cable through the top tube from the hole near the stear tube, once the cable is near the hole near the brake, just use a magnet to bring the cable up and close to the hole. Use a folded tie wrap to loop around the cable at the brake end and push from the stearer tube end while pulling up on the tie wrap. (Sorry if I had a third hand I might have taken some pictures of this step.)

In Computing the most difficult programming task is writing an Operating System, probably the context switches, (hint: push all the registers, interrupt, return from interrupt, pop all the registers) are the trickiest bits of programming. I've heard the for a pianist Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto is probably the hardest piece of music to play. Having routed internal cables, well they aren't the Rack 3, and they sure aren't a context switch on an x86, but damn they were tricky. Maybe next time I'll just take Abby to a bike shop, yeah - as if!