Friday, April 27, 2012

Last...But Not Least: The Crash Test Dummy Finale

Be sure to read Part's One and Two (where the Port-o-Let's strike back!) as this is Part Three of the series:

I wanted to tell you a little more about the tests and the facility.  The first day was weird showing up to park and then being driven in an old school bus to an undisclosed location in the dark.  Once we were briefed we took buses to the lot where the cars were parked, did a brief car inspection, loaded the "secret" equipment on the roof, hooked it up and waited....and waited...and waited.

Sometimes to fill the silence they would play old tunes on the radio.  Mostly songs having to do with driving.  The only one I hadn't heard was one about "30,000 Pounds of Bananas" by Harry Chapin.  It's about a pretty gruesome tractor-trailer wreck and not something one might listen to at 7:15 a.m.

If you want to hear it:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=NZZqnVYB4UA

They would sometimes accidentally turn the sound on wrong for the radio and we could hear the engineers chatting.  They were mostly from India (Indianeers???) and I kept waiting for them to say "Johnny Five is alive!"

As I said earlier, we had lots of downtime sitting in idling cars that represented "traffic congestion."  Once we even had buzzards circling above.  The joke was if somebody fell asleep, the person next door should go "re-boot the driver."

The last couple days we were on the "Skid Pad" but kept calling it "skid row."  It was four miles long and had two "hairpin turns" which would be more exciting if we weren't driving so slow (my foot wasn't even on the gas a lot of the time.)  We did get to hit 70 sometimes to catch up... Woooo Hooo!  (Any faster and the equipment would fly off.)  The last day we were told we drove a combined 24,000 miles for that day only and a trip around the equator is 25,000 miles!

When the Port-O-lets weren't skating around, you could see some less funny, but interesting things.  While waiting I saw lots of other tests going on.  The cars that weren't on the market yet wore tight black jackets except on the front, rear and driver's windows.  You could still tell what they were by the shape (sorta.) Many of the fences were also tarped in black canvas with holes every few feet.  Some fences were solid.   The facility has a no fly zone, but they don't trust long range cameras, etc.   Cars that were testing internal stuff were body wrapped in the most obnoxious patterns imaginable.  I guessed it was to keep you from focusing very long and I was actually right!  Black, green and white puzzle pieces, camo, checkerboards...stuff that would make you dizzy.


An example of a bus on a test track, but this was not from my job or the same facility.

I saw a brand new tour bus out on the speed track.  If you hit 50 mph on the banked curves you allegedly don't even have to steer.  No thanks.  That bus went flying around and was quite tilted on those banks.  There were cars climbing simulated hills over and over.  (...and I thought my job was mind-numbing!)  There was a cement circle filled with water that I named the "car pool," but it was really the brake soaker.  They moved the Port-O-Lets to the Skid Pad and I couldn't help noticing one was up against a pole with a windsock.  Maybe that was their "early warning system" LOL!

Well, that's the end of this story.  I hope you enjoyed it!  My next post will be an update of some previous posts, so stay tuned (and tell your friends to join us!)

Have a great weekend!
Gale 

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Things We Do For Blogs lI: "Crash Test Dummy" Part 2--The Port-O-Lets Strike Back!

Now, where was I????  

Every morning we would have a half hour briefing explaining the day's test pattern.  I think it was more so folks could get in one more cup of coffee before it got light enough to get to the car lot.  Most of the folks were very nice and came from all walks of life.  There were people who drove more than an hour to get there.  Work is pretty slow in central Ohio... Most folks were recently college grads, young moms and elderly folks.  I did a double take when the lady whose car was in front of me walked with a cane and dark glasses...she said her ex-boyfriend drove Nascar and she was gonna brag about this!  LOL.  She was every bit of 80, but really nice.  Turns out she wasn't feeble behind the wheel.  I nicknamed her "Lead-Foot Granny" because she was always running up on the car in front of her, which made me have to speed up to maintain the right spacing.  I would look up on a corner and she was gone!

The setting reminded me of the days when I would "hurry up and wait" on movie/TV sets with progress moving at glacial speed.  One gal described it as "jury duty in a car."  But it wasn't always like that...


"The Waltz of the Port-O-Lets"  

There were days when many of the cars were "static."  This would usually mean driving to a spot and sitting in an idling car all day.  The cars had to run so the batteries would maintain power to the computers we each had on our roof.  I was car 89.  Parked in rows we looked like NY cabs and moving more like pizza delivery folks.  A day or two of static was fine by me as it was generally peaceful.  But one afternoon, not so much...

That week there were lots of tornadoes in the mid-section of the country.  One day we got a whole lot of wind and they weren't prepared.  Most of us were static in the cars with our windows down and of course our radios tuned to their frequency, which meant mostly silence.  The 20 or so port-o-lets were conveniently dotted throughout the test area with some a few dozen feet from cars.  We all laughed about them being owned by "BM Management," but it was soon to get funnier.  There were team leader folks out and about checking equipment, car spacing, giving directions etc.

A series of huge wind gusts hit that lot and those pots went a-scooting!  I saw two tip over and a couple more hit cars, tearing off mirrors and denting them all down the side (these were rentals mind you!)  But the very worst part I missed.  A couple of them skidded into cars on the driver's side and splashed the blue crap out of the port-o-let onto cars and some unfortunate drivers.  My skin still crawls thinking of that.  I don't think I can be grossed out any more!  

The team leaders rushed to aid the folks, inspect the cars and hugged onto/sandbagged the port-o-lets.  When I saw them attach one bag per potty I figured it wasn't over.  It wasn't.  More skating potties... So, they decide to round them all up.  OK.  What the rocket scientists who own the pots didn't think about was there were no skid slots on the bottom, so they were picking them up with a forklift not attached to anything.  Gee, what do you think happened???  Now we have flying potties!  

The sad thing by now is we (in the cars) were laughing so hard we nearly peed our pants, but we had no potty to use (safely!)  They finally took the school buses and drove them shotgun alongside the vans, trucks, whatever that were now shoving the potties to the corner of the lot as fast as they could.  Mind you, this whole adventure is being run by engineers... 

I deeply regret signing the form that said I wouldn't take any pictures or videos...

The next morning's briefing, the head of the testing described what it was like to be in the watch tower watching the skating port-o-lets.  They have it on tape darn it!  They awarded the two drivers splashed on signed traffic cones with toilet paper coming out the top like a Hershey's kiss.  It would take more than that to appease me.  Hazmat would have had to come sterilize me!

Well, I will quit there for today.  But I do have one more installment, so stay tuned!!!

Until then,
Gale

Quote of the Post:  "Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds that you plant." --Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, April 13, 2012

The Things We Do For Blogs lI: "Crash Test Dummy" Part One



Day One:  Well, at the "Test Dummy" part is accurate:)  No crashes as of yet.  Kinda hard when you are parked most of the day and when you drive it's 20 MPH... in circles!

It all started with a sleepless night before.  I have trouble sleeping when I know I have to get up.  On top of that, I was not feeling well.  We were told we had to be there between 6:45 and 7 a.m. to catch buses.  I left at 6:15 a.m. and got there with what I thought was plenty of time at 6:35.  Folks here must really be grateful for jobs because they were already packing the buses!

The testing center is 4,500 acres.  The bus ride from the gate is 3 miles, all on the property.  There were 200 who showed up and all but a few made it through the whole seven 12 hour days straight.  Half were even coming for two days the next week.  (One guy was allegedly caught sleeping in his car where they found a beer can in the console and one in his lunch bucket.  Duh!  You really can't fix stupid!)

We had no idea what to expect, but we were told to bring reading material.   The rules were simple:  No eating/smoking in the car, no cellphones while driving, listen only to the radio signal that is giving us instructions, don't get out of the car unless they tell us and don't take photos of anything or give "Top Secret" information out.

Now, I can't give you any specifics about the testing (see rules) or your computer would have to self-destruct in two minutes...but there are plenty of things I can and will tell you!

The test was sponsored by several car companies and partially a government grant.  We weren't testing the cars, but safety equipment.  So, when they named the companies at the morning briefing, we were hoping for cool cars, but alas, I didn't get a dream car.  I got a nice, brand new Camry though.  The cars were all in that ilk except for the one Charger that a retired deputy got.  Didn't matter as speed wasn't on the docket anyway.

They were as organized as they could be for such a huge operation.  But, the first day we didn't actually drive until after lunch.  It took forever to get everyone in place and for the kinks to be worked out of the computer system.  So, I read and read some more in the car.  I had a Diet Coke with me in a bottle (that was allowed) but I was afraid to drink it for fear of having to potty during a test!  I rationed it like it was the last one I would ever drink.  Turns out, they were fairly good about well-spaced breaks and plenty of port-o-lets.  There was a funny adventure with those potties that will be it's own post!

I promise to tell you Part Two "The Port-O-Lets Strike Back"very soon (it's hilarious!,) but I need to get up early for work and still have a couple chores tonight.

Take care and come back!
Gale

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

"Darby Creek Down"


Hello everyone!  Since Easter is this week, I thought you would enjoy a story that occurred (and was written) on an Easter Eve long, long ago...



"Darby Creek Down"

I live with a string of working Jack Russell Terriers.  I’ve had many adventures (often unpleasant) with them.  Here is my latest sad, but true, tale that could be a “Watership Down’s” sequel.  Get a tissue!

It was a sunny “Easter Eve” Saturday.  I was doing my spring yard work in the flowerbeds up against the house.  I often allow Ivy our 8 ½ year old female to join me.  She has finally decided if she’s alone she would rather hang out at home than take off (or at least she comes back shortly.)  I had Tucker our stud dog in the triple fenced (and electrified) backyard.

I was finishing up when I noticed I hadn’t seen Ivy in a few minutes and started to call for her.  (Doesn’t usually do any good, but it’s a habit.)  I walked around the house to the daylily bed and much to my horror Ivy had a baby bunny in her mouth.  Three other bunnies were scrambling away.  One however, chose to hop through the fence to the waiting Tucker (who couldn’t believe his luck…that was a very “dumb bunny.”)  There was nothing I could do but shut my eyes.  I called a reluctant Ivy (now aka “Ms. Bunny Breath) and put her in her pen.  Tucker (Mr. Bunny Breath) was loping around carrying his prize.  He has got to quit playing with his food!
  
First, I had to decide what to do with the two live bunnies I managed to save.  I put them in a bucket and carried them back to the field hoping they would eventually run into mom and dad bunny.  Not realistic, but the best I could do.  Meanwhile, my eight-year-old son Taylor came outside.  He said, “I hope one of those wasn’t the Easter Bunny!”  I assured him the Easter Bunny was white and these were wild brown bunnies.

Now then, what to do with the two dead ones Ivy got?  I decided to leave them until Mark returned.  I don’t do dead or bloody and this was both.  Mark came home a few minutes later and disposed of four, not just two, bunnies. (I told you my eyes were shut.).  Ivy isn’t the hunting diva for nothing.  If you are keeping score, that is now five dead rabbits.

Later in the house I told Taylor he had better get back to cleaning his room or the Easter Bunny wasn’t coming.  He said, “Mom, why would he come here now?  He knows the dogs will tear him limb to limb!”  I told him not to worry and clean his room anyway.

That evening I came home to find out that the death toll had risen to six.  Apparently, there was another living bunny who wandered into the backyard and my golden retriever Jordan (now “big Bunny Breath”) got it.  I asked him if it really “tastes like chicken.”

After telling some friends about the massacre the next morning one said, “Geez, remind me not to be at your place Christmas!  I can just see a ton of little elf carcasses with their little hats lying around in the snow….”  (Author’s note:  Don’t worry.  Dogs will be in lock down Christmas Eve!!!)

Until next time, I wish you a very Happy Easter!
Gale
Quote of the post:  "Let the resurrection joy lift us from loneliness and weakness and despair to strength and beauty and happiness." ~Floyd W. Tomkins