[CharLac]

Well, yes, DA70 is quite usable. But use the DA21 in crop mode when I can use the FA31 in FF mode? The one that could defend its place is the DA15, but even that is hard when the A20 makes a good enough job.

As I said, it's all the evil hociR's doing!

That FA 31 is my fav lens

[robtcorl]

Too much:

[savoche]

That FA 31 is my fav lens

Mine too - on the K-1. For some reason I never used it much on the K-3/K-5.

If I had to whittle my inventory of primes down to five (I know, an impossible thought, really) I think they would be:
- A20
- FA31
- FA43
- DA70
- DFA100

What, no fifties? That's right, no fifties! Although, should there be room for a 50 it would be the Super Tak 50/1.4. Or maybe CZ 50/1.7 - I really like the colours of that one. Or...

For APS-C I would replace the A20 with the DA15, and probably the FA31 with the FA28.

Whoa! Now look what you made me do!

Bacon!

[savoche]

Too much:

I thought gear talk was Bert's domain.

[robtcorl]

I thought gear talk was Bert's domain.

Yeah, well, Bert ain't here anymore is he?
I tried to lure him back, but like the lunker Charlie saw, he didn't bite.

[CharLac]

I thought gear talk was Bert's domain.

That looks like a unimog methinks

[CharLac]

Yeah, well, Bert ain't here anymore is he?
I tried to lure him back, but like the lunker Charlie saw, he didn't bite.

Too bad...great guy

[savoche]

Yeah, well, Bert ain't here anymore is he?
I tried to lure him back, but like the lunker Charlie saw, he didn't bite.

Never you worry. I'm sure he'll come back here when he comes to his senses and realises how much more fun it is to hang out with a bunch of grumpy geezers than it is chasing girls.

[savoche]

That looks like a unimog methinks

And right you are. Just in case some gear p0rn could lure him back, see.

Ba-da-tish!

[Racer X 69]

Bacon!

I don't think there will be enough.

Better double that.

[tim60]

I'd just like to say, this is a difficult thread for folks who dip in and out. Rewarding, but awfully challenging. It requires the best of a man... I've had my eye on other things for a few days, I come back here and I'm a dinosaur already...

I feel the same. The last few days were frantic at work - and at lunch time today we delivered what had to be delivered.

[robtcorl]

I feel the same. The last few days were frantic at work - and at lunch time today we delivered what had to be delivered.

[tim60]

Sorry, we are not storks. Just a document.

[BigMackCam]

There it is.

The mussels.

While driving Monstro I often found myself near Sturbridge, Massachusetts (a short drive West of Boston). There was a small village where I would bobtail to and do a load of laundry, and then stop at a neat little restaurant, have a nice dinner and a beer, then go and crash in the sleeper in the restaurant parking lot. The food was always great.

The last time I passed through that way was to pick up a load of ground support for Boeing at Logan. The night before I had dinner at what had become my favorite place there. They had a special on steamer clams. So I had a bucket of steamer clams, a salad, bread, and one beer. After dinner I went to the truck, crawled in back and went to sleep. My alarm was set for around 3 am so I would have time to get back to the truckstop, hook to my wagon, grab a shower and fix breakfast.

I woke up about 2 hours after falling asleep.

And spent the next 3 or 4 hours heaving in the bushes by the truck. I puked so much I swear I spit up dinner from a week before. Finally it was time to get rolling, so I drove the few miles to the trailer, puked, went in and showered, puked, went to the truck to fix breakfast (which I didn't), puked, made some coffee, puked, did my pretrip, puked, stopped and fueld up as I left, puked, and got on the tollway headed for Boston. Stopped at every service plaza and puked. Got to Logan, and got in line at the security gate. Puked one last time.

I was very dehydrated after all that.

Got loaded, and headed out.

At the first service plaza on the tollway I found a place to park and went back to bed.

Later that day I called the restaurant and complained and they acted like it wasn't the clams. I know better.

And I will never eat at that place ever again.

Shellfish... Nature's cruel little joke; so delicious, but Heaven help you if you eat a bad 'un

On two occasions they got me badly...

1) Fried clam strips for lunch in Newport RI. I started feeling "off" just a few hours later. By the time we reached Cape Cod, around 9 or 10pm, I was already properly ill - cramps, fever, dizziness etc. and violently expelled everything in my gut and bowels. By midnight, or thereabouts, I was dry-retching and delirious. It took me a a day and a half to be semi-normal again, and I didn't feel so hot for a couple of days after that.

2) A large portion of raw rock oysters (something I really love), which I ate at a management Christmas lunch with the brokerage firm I worked for. Exact same symptoms as with the clam strips, but worsened by an over-indulgence in Champagne. Thankfully, the lunch was on a Friday, and I had the weekend to recover - which I fully needed, and how. After that, I told myself I'd never touch another raw oyster. By Christmas the following year, I'd broken my promise...

[robtcorl]

Hard to watch, hard not to watch.
Skip to about 9 minutes in if you get bored watching the chase.
This happened yesterday.

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