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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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I guess music takes its toll in other ways.

The danger implied between the time of a fatal series of miscalculations and the resulting thud (splat, usually) is largely imaginary. The image is what any seasoned climber would call a very easy crack. Very easy. What all gets interesting is when there are no clear holds at all. Just a featureless near-vertical slab. It can be done, it has been done, and is well above my 17-year-old ability at best.

At best I am a slow climber. Speed climbs and direct ascents were a real 70s thing and far beyond anything I've ever seen. What we did do, and how I got learned, was on the stone simplest equipment available. No fancy mechanical wonders, none of that. "If you're on the rocks and all your gear has just sailed to the bottom without you, you need to know what to do."

It's kind of a portable attitude I always have with me, even if my actual mountain days are firmly in the past. (Other lesson learned — take full time to acclimatize above 5000 meters)
 
The danger implied between the time of a fatal series of miscalculations and the resulting thud (splat, usually) is largely imaginary. The image is what any seasoned climber would call a very easy crack. Very easy. What all gets interesting is when there are no clear holds at all. Just a featureless near-vertical slab. It can be done, it has been done, and is well above my 17-year-old ability at best.

At best I am a slow climber. Speed climbs and direct ascents were a real 70s thing and far beyond anything I've ever seen. What we did do, and how I got learned, was on the stone simplest equipment available. No fancy mechanical wonders, none of that. "If you're on the rocks and all your gear has just sailed to the bottom without you, you need to know what to do."

It's kind of a portable attitude I always have with me, even if my actual mountain days are firmly in the past. (Other lesson learned — take full time to acclimatize above 5000 meters)

I have enough to concentrate on just navigation some stairs...I gave up on ladders a while ago ;).
 
That I took a harmless tumble the other day because the mask obscures my downward vision is enough to inform me my body is no longer "let's run to the top of the mountain this afternoon" fit. I'm pleased enough to make it to the airline gate on my own power :cool:
 
The danger implied between the time of a fatal series of miscalculations and the resulting thud (splat, usually) is largely imaginary. The image is what any seasoned climber would call a very easy crack. Very easy. What all gets interesting is when there are no clear holds at all. Just a featureless near-vertical slab. It can be done, it has been done, and is well above my 17-year-old ability at best.

At best I am a slow climber. Speed climbs and direct ascents were a real 70s thing and far beyond anything I've ever seen. What we did do, and how I got learned, was on the stone simplest equipment available. No fancy mechanical wonders, none of that. "If you're on the rocks and all your gear has just sailed to the bottom without you, you need to know what to do."

It's kind of a portable attitude I always have with me, even if my actual mountain days are firmly in the past. (Other lesson learned — take full time to acclimatize above 5000 meters)


I guess I should read the whole thread before I comment:laugh:, I didn't realize you did this. You are a braver person than I am.
 
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I guess I should read the whole thread before I comment:laugh:, I didn't realize you did this. You are a braver person than I am.

Bravery had little to do with it at the time LOL It's more like "let's do something that doesn't require running". This is the same attitude that put me on the ski jumping team. Better to jump into oblivion than race cross country Any. Day. If I am a slow climber, I'm a slower runner. I was lapped by a women's Olympic team on a 5 km cross country track :bored:
 
I take care to ask the gate agent what is best to do with my bass. Priority boarding for me!


Mine have almost always ended up with the luggage, I've talked a few of them into letting me bring a bass onto the plane and they put it in their closet but they're usually too long for the overhead bins so they put them in with the luggage. I've never had any problems except once two basses went to Chile instead of Peru and the TSA broke the locks on a new Fender case which highly irritated me. My wife always locks her luggage so I figured I'd try it, nope.
I never use gig bags, always hard shell cases.
 
Mine have almost always ended up with the luggage, I've talked a few of them into letting me bring a bass onto the plane and they put it in their closet but they're usually too wide for the overhead bins so they put them in with the luggage. I've never had any problems except once two basses went to Chile instead of Peru and the TSA broke the locks on a new Fender case which highly irritated me. My wife always locks her luggage so I figured I'd try it, nope.
I never use gig bags, always hard shell cases.


When I fly international my bass is always checked. I use a Reunion Blues Continental Voyager for the Stingray and am completely satisfied with the protection.
 
I always use a soft but well padded gig bag when talking the instrument on board. If the instrument doesn’t matter, I like my short scale Cort headless bass, it would be hard to damage it.

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Attempting to imagine if I would mind being in the same cabin with Gene Simmons. And somehow feels better imagining both of us in first class but not in the same row and not him visible at a glance.
I almost always hated flying with "promis" (celebrities). Their sense of entitlement can sometimes be overwhelming. But I've got to give a shoutout to Jeremy Roenick (great hockey player and now a TV analyst). He was once seated in the row in front of me. The airline blocked the other seat. Jeremy sat in the aisle seat during boarding and was friendly with everyone who greeted him. Once the door closed, he moved to the window seat, and slept the whole way. When we deplaned, I decided to follow him. He completely ignored adults, but every single child who recognized him got some time and personal attention. Blew me away. And I loved the guy before that!
 
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