Bike Antenna Mount

So I do a lot of bicycling, and I work the larger events from my bike (typically chase vehicle for marathons or triathlons. The guys at the back are usually not too fast for me. Finding the LOST folks is more challenging). This usually means two handhelds, one for my voice comms, and one dedicated to APRS.

Unfortunately, I can only get one mobile antenna on the bike, so the other is a rubber duck (one with more gain than what comes with the radio). This means that we have times when either my voice comms are questionable, or we lose the APRS telemetry. To fix this, I came up with a plan to put TWO mobile antennas on my bike.

I’m using an SBB-5, which is 1/2 wave on two meters. This eliminates the need for a ground plane or counterpoise, but means I really shouldn’t be on high power on 440. I have it on a UHF mount, which is stuffed into an old water bottle. For the event, I place it in the bottle holder on the back of my good bike pack, slide it all on the rack, and secure the co-ax.

Slide it on the rack? Yep. The pack in question is a Topeak MTX system. The bottom of the pack has a widget that slides into the rack (which is made to handle it). It clips on the front to remain secure. Easy on, easy off. Great for my morning commute! so what I plan to do is make (or rather, have my metalworking brother make) an aluminum piece shaped like the widget, so I can mount the antennas directly on that.

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16431138796_4429b2b767_oMy big question is whether to just make it an antenna mount and use a regular pack (which is smaller, but I would worry less about having it damaged), or try to replace the plastic widget with the new one on the main pack. The latter isn’t as easy as it seems, since everything would need to be counter-sunk somehow, and I’m not sure the old one comes off in a manner that won’t just break it.

At any rate, when done, I would be able to have TWO UHF mounts, both firmly secured to the bike, so I could get good performance from both radios. Sadly, these things would be ridiculously close together, and it might be that this just won’t work well. But the only way to find out is to try it.

Some of the more radio-savvy among you are saying, “Listen, you idjit, the Kenwood D72 does both!” Yes, it does. But my bike rig includes the Pryme Blu — a Bluetooth PTT switch. This allows me to use the radio without taking my hands off the handlebars, and without being wired to the bike in case I have to get off the bike in a hurry. Unfortunately, the unit I have doesn’t work with the D72. Once pressed, the PPT doesn’t release, and the radio transmits until the timeout is reached. It works quite well with my F6A and my Wouxun (bought used because it rained for 7 hours at the last marathon, and I needed a cheap spare).

At any rate, some pictures below before we start the project!

 

When Worlds Collide

Freshmen at my high school all had to take first-year English. As it happens, all new exchange students had to as well. So we had a student in my class, Suteera Nitayananta, who was a senior (I think. I’m amazed that I remembered how to spell her name). She sat in front of me.

We all had to write a paper (and give a short speech) on an assigned topic. I don’t really recall mine, but I remember Suteera’s: premarital sex, which generated the following conversation:

Suteera N: [turns around to ask this] What is premarital sex?

Class of hormone-enhanced rednecks: [LAUGHTER]

Me: Okay…do you know what marital means?

SN: No.

Me: It means “pertaining to or about marriage.” So if something is marital, it refers to being married to someone.

SN: Okay!

Me: “Pre-” is something we add to a word to indicate that it happens before something. So “pre-marital” means “before you are married.”

SN: Okay, that’s good.

Me: Do you know what sex is?

SN: Yes! We have many people in Thailand!

Class: [can’t breathe for laughing]

Me: Well, then, pre-marital sex is engaging in sex before you are married.

SN: Is that bad?

Me: Hey, I’m not writing your damn paper for you!

Class + SN + me + teacher: [pass out from laughing]

To be honest, I have maybe three good memories of high school. That’s one of them. So I thought I’d ask Google about Suteera. Turns out that name is the Thai version of Alan Smithee — mad hits. So I’ve no idea where she is now, but I hope she’s had a good life.

2014: The Year in Review

Happy New Year to all and sundry! And if you are like my family (local and extended), your attitude is one of “goodbye, 2014, and don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out!”

The year exploded on the scene like Kim Kardashian’s butt in JANUARY, during which we bid a melancholy farewell to Zippy, our 1997 Saturn wagon. We bought it new when Cam was 9 months old. We rather expected it would be the car he drove as a teen, but he’s not bothered to get a license, and the car couldn’t be bothered to hold its engine in properly — the support struts rusted and had to be replaced. Due to accumulated issues, we decided to replace it with The Snail, a 2013 Corolla. (Why the name? It has a big S on it, so when we drive, everyone says LOOK AT THAT S-CAR GO! Yeah, I went there.) It was also, sadly, another month in which we had to say our final goodbyes to several friends.

FEBRUARY was busy and stressful, as Scott worked to get the 2014 CR Municipal Band season schedule despite the decreasing number of venues. The entire family was quite busy with school, church, music, and prying our frozen footwear from the pavement. Cam spent a lot of time visiting colleges, while Scott worked to get our annual Weather Spotter training set up.

MARCH was a fun month, with birthdays, Girl Scout cookies, and a special guest! We hosted Chinatsu, an exchange student from Okinawa, for two weeks. This was unexpected — her original host family had to bow out due to an illness, so we volunteered, and we’re glad we did. We had a lot of fun, learned a lot, and played what has to be the longest single hand of UNO ever recorded (on the order of 90 minutes). Scott was able to start bike season early, which was good, because…

…APRIL brought the second annual Marion Marathon, on which Scott was the “chase bike.” His task is to follow the last full marathon participants (we have others to handle the simultaneous half-marathon) to provide telemetry to the ham radio APRS infrastructure. This allows organizers to look at a special web page Scott built to see what parts of the course are still active. Sadly, the race was on Palm Sunday, which wasn’t optimal in several respects, but it was a good event. Heidi and Tab kept quite busy with Scout events, and Cam selected Central College!

MAY was incredibly busy, with Scott and Heidi setting up the band season, Tab and Cam taking AP exams, and the like. And best of all was Cam’s graduation from high school! We hosted a small party for extended family that came to see the event. He did VERY well in high school, and we are immensely proud of him.

JUNE, quite frankly, was a blur. There were many Girl Scout camps. Heidi taught a ton of classes for the Science Center. Scott did a lot of band work, ham volunteering, and work-related things. Cam learned to panic over the costs of college. But all in all, this was probably the best month of the year.

Did that seem like foreshadowing? It was…because in JULY, Scott’s mother died suddenly. She suffered a stroke and heart attack in her home in Indiana on a Friday night, and was not found until Saturday morning by friends. She lived a few more days — there was little hope of recovery. We drove to Indiana to bid her a final farewell, among many Scout camps, concerts, and other summer mayhem. We miss her. Heidi pointed out that Scott is now an orphan, which felt weird.

AUGUST was a red-letter month for all. Tab returned to high school, where marching band season inflicted itself on the entire family. Cam went to Pella to attend college (which he enjoys, insofar as he enjoys anything). Scott and Heidi wrapped up the band season and reverted to “harried parent” mode, which carried over into…

…SEPTEMBER! Wherein Tab adopted an incredible social calendar, keeping us all busy. Cam had some trouble with calculus because his textbook didn’t arrive until week 4 or so, but he managed to keep things going (well done!). Heidi and Scott performed with the Coe College Concert Band, and did a lot of home chores.

OCTOBER brought some stupidly cold weather, but was otherwise a lot like September. Scott put a lot of work into repairing a broken HF antenna, but our electric company put a lot of work into new poles in the back for the 34 kilovolt power line. Turns out they plan to move the lines to the houses, so Scott had to go find someone who could tell him WHERE they were putting them before he put his antenna back up — nobody needs 240 volts directly into the back of a radio. Seems as though the rest of the work is put off to springtime, so all is well for winter.

NOVEMBER was dull…ABOUT DAMN TIME. Sadly, the fall season saw a number of family illnesses, and November was no exception. But we had a great time visiting with Heidi’s folks, whom we love and enjoy. Sadly, Heidi’s mom spend Thanksgiving day ill, so the rest of us played games, told stories, and made sure she was doing well. She’s an awesome woman, even if she frets too much. (Vicki: my bass is fretless. You should be too!)

DECEMBER was busy, but we didn’t handle that entirely well, as Scott got quite sick for two weeks (and is still recovering!), Tab got sick (and both had to miss Tuba Christmas at the new location), and we had to have some serious HVAC work done (for which we had little money due to college tuition). But the weather held for our holiday trip to Indiana, which was TOTALLY AWESOME (including the hockey game, which is odd, because we don’t like hockey). And the cats forgave us when we got home and stuffed them full of kibble.

The feeling is that 2014 wasn’t much better than 2013, but as I wrote this, I realized that fewer bad things happened. And really, it could be much worse. So here’s to 2015! I hope it is a good year for you.

Math Saves Time! Or It Doesn’t!

As noted in my bio, I’ve been involved in public service and amateur radio for decades. Fortunately, I happen to live in Ham Radio Central — Cedar Rapids, IA. We have (last I heard) the second-highest number of hams per capita of anyplace in the world, due primarily to the presence of what used to be Collins Radio. As of this year, about 1000 licensees in my county. This means I have a large pool of people who are willing to be involved in public service, which has led to some very solid and well-vetted protocols we’ve applied to various situations.

Linn County’s plans (you can find them here) have long included pre-assigned frequencies for both repeater and simplex operation, two each. If we have a large-scale emergency, everyone knows what frequencies to check first. It’s a simple thing that works remarkably well when the chips are down.

I’d mentioned this to my state-level leader. He felt it would be good to define that for all counties within a district, but we didn’t want neighboring counties to use the same frequencies. I puzzled for a bit on how to make that happen — and then it hit me. I was trying to solve the “four color map problem.”

In graph theory, a map coloring problem asks how one can color all the areas on a map so no two neighboring areas have the same color. Two areas are considered neighbors if they share part of a border. Meeting at a POINT doesn’t count…there has to be a line. The four color map theorem states that it is possible to color any two-dimensional map this way using no more than four colors. This was proven in 1976, and was the first theorem to be proven by computer. (I’ve read that some doubts remain, but it’s not important to the story.) Bear in mind this is true of ANY map, from the simple and familiar

Map is a derivative work from Dbenbenn, CC BY-SA 3.0 license.

Map is a derivative work from Dbenbenn, CC BY-SA 3.0 license.

to the complex

Image from Wolfram Alpha.

Image from Wolfram Alpha.

I was trying to do something similar, except instead of using colors, I was using frequencies. Same problem, different labels. I found some Python code on the web that solves constraint problems like this generically, then focused on setting it up to get all 99 Iowa counties assigned. This was fairly straightforward, if a bit labor-intensive on the typing. I had to set up a map of the counties with their neighbors (the code lets me do this efficiently), and then I told it to solve the problem using eight frequency pairs. (Note: due to a lesson learned at an event this summer, the pairs include one simplex frequency in the 146.xxx range, and one in 147.xxx.) The result came less than a second later, and it used only five pairs. I also ran it for four pairs, and it worked, but it took a bit longer.

Originally, we wanted things so that no neighboring counties had the same assignments, but I realized it would be good if we added the constraint that no two counties that have a common neighbor have the same assignment. I reasoned that this is equivalent to setting up a new map where your neighbors’ neighbors are also your neighbors….

Yeah, you guessed it. That took longer than expected. In the amount of time it took me to generate the second setup from the first, I could probably have typed it all in by hand. This would have bored me to the point that I gave up on it. And it turns out the constraint solver is not very forgiving of doing stupid things like having a county be its own neighbor. It turns out that the code will work on the three-dimensional maps my modifications apparently created, but that “can be done with four” thing doesn’t apply in three dimensions. Five pairs wouldn’t cut it. The final solution ended up using all 12 available pairs.

[Side note: if you start at the bottom edge of the simplex range on the two meter band plan, and go up in 15 kHz increments, you can fit 12 147 MHz frequencies, and 13 146 MHz frequencies. The latter includes 146.52, which is not to be used for general purposes, so I very conveniently get 12 pairs out of it.]

I’m not done working things out yet, as I know a few of our larger counties have frequencies already that they’d like to keep. I have not figured out how to pre-assign pairs to certain counties as additional constraints, and that may take a while. I’m also going to see if I can get this down to nine pairs, and use the remaining three to assign as district-wide for the six districts. (This will require simplifying the map for the sparsely populated parts of the state.)

All in all, a fun foray into math, and I built some Python chops in the process.

A Pain in the Glass

The past two years have been my family’s personal edda. In that time, this has happened:

  • Wife’s dad died.
  • Epic sewer backup in our basement…in the middle of January, somewhat complicating cleanup
  • Toyota Sienna was totaled by someone running a red light
  • The OTHER car nearly had its engine fall out. (Seriously.)
  • Half a basswood fell on the house.
  • The OTHER half fell on the 34 kV power line.
  • My dad died.
  • Son’s school supplies went missing two days before ACT testing. (Eventually got them back. Clueless coach moved them to a dugout…except son wasn’t on the sports team.)
  • Wife’s mom had to have breast cancer treatments…again.
  • New cat nearly ate itself to death…literally. TWICE. Idiot.
  • My mom died.
  • Kids off to college/high school, other funerals, appliances failing in a non-reparable way…you get the idea.

Oddly enough, it’s the loss of the van that continues to haunt us a bit. The original was a 2011 Toyota Sienna LE that we liked. We bought it primarily because a) my sister builds Toyotas and we get a bit of a discount, and b) it holds my obnoxiously large musical instruments. (We took the cases to the dealers we visited to make sure everything would fit. They laughed at us until we bought the van.)

After it was totaled, we bought a new Sienna off the lot. I knew everything would fit, and you can get a 2013 at a decent price if you’re getting to the end of the model year. And because we bought off the lot, we upgraded slightly to an XLE. The kids liked it a lot, since it has seat warmers (or as they put it, ass-blasters). Several other nice upgrades as well, but I have a love/hate relationship with one of them: the window glass.

The XLE has “better” glass in it that blocks more UV rays than the other stuff. My ancestry is primarily Scots and Norwegian, so I’m very much a “pale skin is healthy skin” kind of guy. Blocking UV isn’t a bad thing. Unfortunately, this glass apparently also affects signals in the satellite band used by GPS, and that is wreaking holy hell on my efforts to have APRS in the vehicle.

My preferred rig is a Kenwood D-710A with a Greenlight Labs GPS. Compact, fewer cables to run, and the Greenlight works pretty well even in questionable spots. Or it DID, before we put it in the new van. Now it has trouble capturing satellites. I’ve confirmed this with my AvMap G6, which will show the acquisition process — IN the van, they all struggle.

Unfortunately, nothing I’ve tried works well. The AvMap did the trick for a bit, but then it started throwing Windows RT error messages (this can be fixed, just haven’t yet). The Greenlight rarely captures at all. I do have a Byonics puck, which is weatherproof and can live OUTSIDE the van, but since they run on 5 volts, there’s a ridiculous amount of cabling and gendering of connectors involved. No solution I have available really works at the moment.

So for now, the Musicmobile has no APRS capability, until I come up with a solution that doesn’t involve replacing the windshield. Open to suggestions on this one.

Power Poles (no, not THOSE)

I live along an abandoned railroad right-of-way that currently serves triple duty as a paved trail, a major drainage culvert, and an easement for my local electric utility. This combination gets interesting — the culvert can go from one inch to six feet deep in less than ten minutes in a heavy storm, thus covering the trail; the easement carries a 34 kV line, right along the trees in our back yards, so the utility comes out and just slices off the backs of the trees once in a while; and at least once, they’ve gotten a truck stuck in the mud left by the first scenario.

Those lines have been there for decades…probably put most of them up when the railroad went in. They sit on two sets of poles — a series of double-pole units to carry the 34 kV, and a line of single poles that help carry the 240 V house lines, cable TV, etc.

Until this month, anyway. The utility updated the substation at the end of our block, and are now putting in all new poles and streamlining the entire operation. I used to work in the power distribution industry as an engineer, so I’m interested in the entire process.  It’s hard to tell sometimes what they’ve done in a day (other than utterly ruin the grass on either side of the trail, but that can’t be helped), but they’re getting a lot done.

The primary push right now is to replace the line of double poles with a line of much taller singles. The doubles held the big line up between 40 and 50 feet. The singles are much taller (closer to 70 or 80), which may get them far enough from the trees that they won’t have to trim them off anymore. (They maintain 15 feet from the 34 kV line.) Looks as if they are trying to reduce the total cabling as well — pole has a static wire along the top, three lines for the three-phase under that, and every pole has a line to ground.

The cables at the bottom are for the 240, still attached to what's left of the double pole.

The cables at the bottom are for the 240, still attached to what’s left of the double pole.

It’s hard to see the ground line here…it is behind the pole, held out from the side to avoid shorting the live lines, then comes back to the pole and straight to the ground. Very nicely done, actually. It’s inspired me to re-do the grounding for my antennas (which, sadly, seems to be under poison ivy at the moment).

As they put up the new poles, they take down half of the double pole. I’m not sure what their goal is with the other half — it not only carried the big lines, but also the 240, with a single pole midway between the doubles to serve the homes. My new HF antenna came down about an hour after it went up due to a random tree branch, but I don’t want to put it back up if they are going to take those smaller poles out — they’d have to re-route the line to my house, and I do not want my antenna situated where one can fall on the other.

I’ve not caught them actually putting in a new pole, but they’ve left the old ones out for now. It looks like about five feet is embedded in the ground (which is enough, given that the wires themselves help stabilize things a bit).

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Not sure how much of the new poles get buried, but it’s almost certainly more than five feet.

At the end of the street, the lines change direction, so they’ve also installed one of those metal monsters, because the wood poles can’t bear a uni-directional load like that without a lot of help. Thing is bloody huge, and has me wishing I could safely pop an antenna on the top of it.

They’ve made extensive use of pulleys on this project. As they’ve installed the poles, they’ve attached pulleys to the ends of the insulator arms, then run the cabling over that. This allows them to keep the line slack for the early work. When they have the run done, they pull the lines tight (well, tight enough. They do contract in the winter, pull them too tight and they’ll snap something when it’s 80 degrees colder than today) and put the cables properly on the arms.

From what I can tell, this will run for at least a mile after the end of the trail, but I’m not sure where it will terminate. I lived down there for a while, and there isn’t much to run it to.

Overall, fun to watch, and I’ve learned a bit about current state of the art.

The Stupid, It Burns

You’ve doubtless heard the news of a Malaysian jet that disappeared not long after departure. It’s a Boeing 777, of which I’m rather fond, since the company for which I work (well, one of them) has equipment on board, and I was a part of the team that vetted it.

Unfortunately, there are seven billion people on this planet with roughly six billion axes to grind, and some of them get a lot of attention, through airplay or the internet. I generally ignore them — everybody is somebody else’s weirdo, and I don’t have time to chase them all down. But I came across an execrably stupid analysis that I just couldn’t pass by.

A web site I refuse to name so they don’t get “mad hits” posted “six important facts you’re not being told” about Flight 370. Written by someone who refers to himself as The Health Ranger. Sigh.

Actually, I shouldn’t knock him for that. My nicknames are not much better. “Antlers,” for instance.

Anyway, he manages to get pretty much everything wrong, and then leaps to the conclusion that there is entirely new, mysterious and powerful force is at work on our planet which can pluck airplanes out of the sky.” [emphasis in original.] Conspiracy theories are fun, aren’t they?

But as it happens, I have a degree in engineering, 25+ years of experience in aviation, and I do emergency response work in my Copious Free Time[tm], so let’s break this down.

“Fact #1: All Boeing 777 commercial jets are equipped with black box recorders that can survive any on-board explosion”

This is misleading at best. The black box recorders (which aren’t black, actually. Most of them are bright orange, so they’re easier to spot) are pretty damn tough. They take a lot of abuse in all kinds of crashes. But the issue with the missing aircraft did not necessarily originate from inside. There are all kinds of things that can damage the recorder, sometimes substantially. But we can afford to let this one go, since it’s nearly irrelevant to the rest of the piece.

“Fact #2: All black box recorders transmit locator signals for at least 30 days after falling into the ocean

It’s true that many units do sent out a beacon, but “ocean” here is a problem. The author makes some bold claims about the fact that they can’t find the box means that it’s gone or (I love this) has “been obliterated by some powerful force beyond the worst fears of aircraft design engineers.” I know the worst fears of design engineers — the black box isn’t one of them.

He ignores two relevant facts here. The first is that the recorder isn’t going to keep a beacon going for thirty days (ocean or not) with pixie dust or unicorn farts. It needs a battery, and those store limited energy. The pings from the beacon are relatively low in power, and presume that the search area is fairly small. The beacon will be hard to detect and track when a large sector of the ocean is being searched…they’d consider themselves lucky if they found it first.

The second is that radio signals don’t travel well through good electrical conductors such as salt water. This is why submarines generally have to surface (or nearly surface) to get an antenna in the air first. It’s true that subs can communicate with Very Low Frequency (VLF) or Extremely Low Frequency (ELF) waves. But building the transmitters is bloody hard, because these are remarkably long wavelengths. The top end of VLF, for example is 30 kHz, which gives a wavelength of about 10 kilometers (six miles)! There’s no way something the size of a flight data recorder can manage that. So they use a more reasonable frequency, but if it’s more than 50 feet below the surface, it won’t be heard unless you’re right on top of it…which requires that you find it in the first place. Chicken, meet egg.

“Fact #3: Many parts of destroyed aircraft are naturally bouyant and will float in water

We’ll disregard the spelling error here. It is true that many parts are naturally buoyant and will float, and he even points out that the seat bottoms can be used for flotation — but not well. They are just buoyant enough to help a human remain afloat. And we’re already fairly buoyant ourselves.

What he’s missing here is that the buoyant parts are attached to a lot of very distinctly non-buoyant parts. They’ll sink when everything else does, for the most part. There will be a few things on the surface at the point of impact, but not a lot…more on this in a moment.

“Fact #4: If a missile destroyed Flight 370, the missile would have left a radar signature

Health Ranger talks here about the radar signature that missiles and their associated explosions present. I think he could stand to read up on the subject; there is an entire industry dedicated to stealth planes, missiles, boats, bobbleheads, what have you, and they are good at it. But his assessment presumes that a radar was pointed in the right direction at the right time…and there probably wasn’t one, because there is no radar tracking over the ocean.

This is a common misconception. We have GPS devices in nearly everything now. I have four in my house as I write. It’s hard for us to imagine not being able to find things, but the simple truth is that once the aircraft is more than 150 miles from shore, it’s out of range. I spent part of my career in aviation working with weather radar, and even the airborne units (with 30,000 feet of altitude to help get around Earth’s curvature) can only manage 300 miles, and that’s only for large storm systems.

Having said that, I don’t think this flight went down silently. I’ve read that it had ACARS, which transmits maintenance data to ground crews. This is NOT a real-time system, but it does send packets via satellite or what have you periodically. So there may be a clue in the ACARS data, if someone has it. (There are real-time systems available, but Boeing says it wasn’t installed on this aircraft.)

“Fact #5: The location of the aircraft when it vanished is not a mystery

He needs to define “vanished.” We certainly know where it was when contact was lost — DUH! But that doesn’t tell us where it was when it crashed, or landed, or otherwise met its fate. That plane had enough fuel to remain airborne for hours — it could have gone well over 1000 miles before actually crashing. In fact, news reports tonight state there is some reason to think it actually crossed to the other side of India.

Long story short, we still have no idea where it crashed (if it did. Could easily have made a number of landing sites in poorly covered areas).

“Fact #6: If Flight 370 was hijacked, it would not have vanished from radar

Complete load of horsepucky here. As stated above, more than 150 miles out, they fall off the screen. If it were hijacked and the hijackers understood it, they could actually have gotten closer to radar and still not be seen, by dropping below Earth’s curvature. (Mind you, this has other issues. Jets close enough to shoot with pistols tend to get attention in other ways.)

Sorry, but this is just not how it works.

This is the money shot:

If we never find the debris, it means some entirely new, mysterious and powerful force is at work on our planet which can pluck airplanes out of the sky without leaving behind even a shred of evidence.

Holy crap. He even says this immediately after admitting that they most likely haven’t found debris because it’s outside the search zone. (The one thing he says that makes sense.) But then, he says things like “inescapable conclusion,” too.

This all seems to stem from the belief that the debris field would be “massive.” But scale matters here. Yes, a 777 is big. It won’t fit in your garage (unless it has more than ten thousand square feet). But our planet is big…many orders of magnitude bigger than the jet. As in 5,508,532,127,000,000 square feet. Most of which is ocean. Get the picture?

The truth is, it’s very hard to spot things in the water unless you’re pretty much right over them. The search area is too large to expect to find anything quickly, if there is anything to find.

 

Asphalt Craters!

That title is not hyperbole — we have some weapons-grade potholes going this week. This is my 28th winter in East Central Iowa, and I do not recall a time when the streets were worse than this. There were two holes at the end of my street that were big enough to hold a basketball. (These were cold-patched yesterday, but see below.)

A lot of people here have been complaining about how poorly our streets are maintained, and it’s somewhat warranted. A lot of priorities changed after the epic flood in 2008, and some street repairs were put off because crews were busy with other things. But it’s not fair to complain about the government or the crews on this. Sure, the poor condition of some streets made this worse, but it’s primarily because we’ve had such a deeply cold winter.

Nearly everything shrinks as it solidifies. In fact, there are three exceptions. Bismuth and antimony both expand as they solidify. This is why they are used in type-metals — they don’t shrink and pull away from the corners of the mold. Clearly, though, these are not the issue — you won’t find these out on the streets in any quantity that matters. (I’m guessing you won’t find much of them anywhere at all.)

The third exception is water — good, old-fashioned H2O! This expansion is why you can’t just put a soda in the freezer and leave it. The water will expand and crack the can. Unfortunately, it does the same to the streets. Here’s the general process:

  1. We live in a somewhat less than ideal world. As temperatures change (not just from season to season, but sometimes overnight), roads and sidewalks expand and contract. This causes cracks to form. It can’t be helped. There are materials that resist this better, but they’ll all crack eventually.
  2. When water fills the crack (for any reason: rain, melting snow, garden hoses), and then it freezes, the expansion pushed the crack wider and makes it worse. Not a lot worse, but the process then repeats with the larger crack. Every melt/freeze cycle makes the crack a little wider, longer, or both.
  3. In addition, normal traffic then stresses the cracks, causing damage and creating potholes.

This happens anywhere you get freezing temperatures when things are wet, not just in wintry climes. Mind you, roads are damaged just from the expansion and contraction and normal traffic wear — but freezing is why it’s usually worse after winter.

But that’s not the only factor. Winter here has been colder than normal, and for a longer time, and that’s caused frost heaving. The same mechanism is involved, but in a different way.

Frost heaves happen when ice forms in the soil. The frostline in this part of Iowa is about four feet down, but this year we got to six feet (or more, in places). This means we had freezing temperatures in the soil at or below the level of the water table, so that water starts to freeze. As it does so, it expands, moving up toward the colder temperatures (in a lens shape). Water from the table fills in behind, and the process repeats until a bubble forms on the surface. If this is under a street, it causes the street to push up and buckle. Think of it as a large “anti-pothole.” Hitting it isn’t any better than running your tire into a big hole.

Unfortunately, frost heaves are very susceptible to being hit by plows. Both the plows and the streets are damaged (sometimes quite badly), and things go very bad very fast. They also affect basements, pilings, driveways…and I’m seeing some of that here at the house. The driveway has started to buckle, and it’s possible that my basement or the pilings for the deck may be damaged.

Oddly enough, as cold as it is here, January was the fourth-warmest on record, globally. My boots may be frozen to the pavement, but other parts of the world are experiencing huge heat waves. Alaska is so balmy that animals are out of hibernation early (and starving because there is no winter-kill, making things dangerous). Australia is having a record heat wave. So the global average temperature is high.

In short…the weather sucks this year, EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE! Good luck!

Kittens in the Mist: Inception

O HAI HUMAN WAT DO

Preparing a meal from leftovers. We’re trying to not waste leftovers so much.

I NEVER HAS LEFTOVERS

Nope. Not if your colon is not plugged.

DUNNO WAT IS COLON

Figures.

HUMAN I WILL NOW GET INSIDE THIS PAPER BAG FORT THAT IS INSIDE THIS SINK

What?

LOOK! IZ IN THIS BAG! IN THIS SINK! IN THIS HOUSE!

Must…resist…urge…to…turn…on…water!

2013: The Year In Review

The year started unexpectedly in JANUARY by gracing Chateau Haney with a large sewer backup. In the past, such issues were small and more of an advanced annoyance (like having the gas tank access in the middle of the dashboard, or hearing Black Sabbath as elevator music). This time, it was more like Paris Hilton coming to the house to discuss proper parenting techniques with Carrot Top. The primary cause was the drought in 2012 — the trees so thirsty that they resorted to drinking poop water to survive (somewhat like the folks at a Rams game). Scott has been demanding that Heidi remove clutter from the basement, causing her to suspect Scott of paying the tree for the effort. Scott denies this, despite the city forestry crew finding $1000 and a copy of PlayLarch under the tree when they cut it down shortly after.

FEBRUARY was relatively quiet, involving mainly taxes, weather spotter training, and the coldest damn high-altitude balloon launch Cameron and Scott have ever experienced. The grand plan was to use our awesome ham radio gear to track the balloon, but it was so cold, nearly all telemetry was lost 7.5 seconds after launch, causing the lads to move to the backup plan of going home and drinking cocoa. This proved to be the correct thing, as all other crews lost the balloon as well — it was recovered in Illinois several months later after a farmer ran it over with a tractor (or possibly a goat. Or Blagoyovich).

This led to MARCH roaring in like a lion, and roaring out like an entire pride leaping on you as if you were coated in bacon. The month began with Heidi being broadsided when someone ran a red light (which is easy at this intersection due to another light being less than half a block away). Heidi was largely uninjured, but the insurance company chose to declare the van totalled, causing us to have to replace it entirely. That same week, Scott’s work suddenly dried up after the customer pulled the plug on the program. He spent the rest of that week in Indiana, visiting his father for what turned out to be the last time. (He also got a coupon to buy the new van at employee cost, thanks to his sister who is ENTIRELY kinder to him than he deserves.)

More vehicular mayhem ensued in APRIL when the OTHER car nearly dropped the engine due to the engine mount frames rusting through. This was a $1600 repair job, which has pushed the amortized cost of maintaining the car into “new car payment” territory. It was also the car Scott had just driven to and from Indiana — that trip could have ended badly. He could have been stranded. Worse, he could have been forced to drive Darrel’s truck. Scott also rode his bike as a chase vehicle for a incredibly blustery marathon. We also had a number of band concerts and auditions (many on the same day. We’re stupid that way).

April showers bring May flowers, and apparently also weak trees. Half of the linden in the back yard fell during a storm, taking out the power line and doing some mild damage to the house. Fortunately, Chateau Haney is wired to use generator power when the line is down, and we managed for a couple of days until the tree was cleared and the line restored. Note: gasoline makes for incredibly expensive electricity. Tabitha performed on euphonium for the Iowa Bandmasters Association Middle School Honor Band, quite an honor and a nod to her talent and intolerance of flighty middle-school students.

JUNE busted out all over with the commencement of the Municipal Band season (which proved to be one of the best yet). We also had a large number of ham radio events, added a new deck to the house, many Girl Scout camp events, and saw the other half of the damn linden fall AWAY from the house, through a maple and onto a 34,000 volt power line, where it kept catching fire from arcing. It apparently couldn’t live without the first half, and killed itself in despair. The tree turned out to be hollow from top to bottom, but contained no cookie-baking elves.

JULY began with the death of Darrel, Scott’s father, on the 9th after three years of dealing with leukemia. Many obituaries say something rather like “after a brave battle with cancer,” but Scott hates that. There’s no battle. Cancer isn’t some mighty-thewed warrior that can be vanquished with pluck and resolve and luck. It’s a thief, sneaking in step-by-step in the night and stealing you away so slowly that you don’t even notice it at first, but wake one day to find you’re half gone. We refuse to grant leukemia the honor of a clean battle or an honorable death. Fuck you, cancer.

Our attitude was not improved by the unexpected death of Darrel’s brother 16 days later.

AUGUST was just as busy, but not nearly as stressful. We closed out the 2013 Municipal Band season by playing live to fireworks (not caused by a fire in the breaker box, unlike 2012), attending weddings, visiting colleges and state fairs, and starting the school year. There may have been a makeover session in there, but Team Testosterone escaped with their complexions intact. We also welcomed Tuxedo to the Chateau’s feline menagerie. And by “we” I mean “everyone but Dowager Cat Empress Molly, who clearly has little use for the interloping twit.

SEPTEMBER saw fit to teach us all how chaotic the schedule becomes during marching band season. This was also when Cameron’s school bag went missing (originally believed to be stolen, but merely misplaced for a month by what has to be the single most clueless sports coach in existence except possibly the moron who went for the field goal in the Alabama/Auburn game YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE SPANKY). Cameron was still able to take his ACTs, on which he scored so well that Congress asked him to fix the budget (but clearly didn’t listen to him).

OCTOBER was full of concerts, work, ham radio events, the end of the marching band season, sugared-up short dudes with little, plastic pumpkins, and a surprising lack of death, dismemberment, and dismay — unless we start talking about mid-term GRADES, a topic of some contention. The local ham radio community managed to score 147 points for emergency testing without actually doing anything special for it — the public service year ended in October with well over 2000 staff-hours dedicated to events, leaving us all too tired to care about a dedicated test. (Also eliminating the need for one quite nicely.)

We remembered, remembered the Fifth of NOVEMBERed (some of us with an actual fifth, if you know what we mean). The kids passed their finals for Fall term, and we enjoyed an excellent Thanksgiving with family, except for the part where Tabitha claimed that it would be good to have a chupacabra as a parent. (Unless you’re a goat.) Cameron also visited more college campuses, and has applied to three and been accepted at one (we expect the other two to happen Any Minute Now[tm]). We also ended up sinking more money into that spare car, which is now on the verge of being replaced. This is made easier by the fact that the kids still don’t want to drive due to nobody native to this town ever having learned how before getting a license.

DECEMBER, like Aunt Minnie, gave us many gifts we did not want and can’t return. Scott experienced the joy of a colonoscopy and the amnesia-inducing drug they give you, much to Heidi’s amusement. Heidi’s mother, Vicki, had surgery to remove a fairly small cancer and will likely need mild radiation or chemotherapy. Tuxedo proved herself to be the single stupidest feline ever ensconced at the Chateau by eating so many hair ties, bread closers, hairs, dead labor leaders, and insulation bits that she nearly died and required surgery to remove these things from her colon. We are considering renaming her Steve Austin due to the cost. This was all nicely offset by the fact that Cameron received (several months after being approved) his Eagle Scout award, making all of us very proud (except Tux, who was in surgery at the time, and Molly, who has little use for the interloping humans).

Nietzsche one said that anything that does not kill us makes us stronger. We should be able to bench press a Buick by now. But we’re all here, having fun, and looking forward to a better 2014.