Category Archives: A long time ago

How to cover your rear

I have had hitches on the last 3 vehicles for towing but now, with no bass boat to worry about, the hitch will be used for defense. What do I mean?

Once while crossing the Bay Bridge I was hit from behind. At the time I was in a 2000 Eurovan with a hitch from Draw-Tite. I don’t think I had the ball in it but it did major damage to the guy who hit me and no damage to me. I am convinced without the hitch we would have major damage.

Also in parking lots where the person parking behind you “taps” you so they can get a littler closer.

The hitch on the Sprinter is mounted so it is about 1″ forward of the rear bumper. I really wish it was flush. I have mounted a Rhino hitch step not for a step but for an extra bumper guard. If you have the stock extended bumper the Rhino will not function as a step. You can’t get it far enough from the bumper for it to work.

While the Rhino is a partial solution, it is not the best. For one, it does not fully protect the rear step – you can’t call this step a bumper – I think even a minor hit would result in costly (at least to me) damage. Two, it lowers the ground clearance by a couple of inches. So I will keep looking for a perfect solution.

The SR-71 (Blackbird) and Libya

From a friend . . .

Excerpt
On the morning of April 15, I rocketed past the line at 2,125 mph. I was piloting the SR-71 spy plane, the world’s fastest jet, accompanied by Maj. Walter Watson, the aircraft’s reconnaissance systems officer (RSO). We had crossed into Libya and were approaching our final turn over the bleak desert landscape when Walter informed me that he was receiving missile launch signals. I quickly increased our speed, calculating the time it would take for the weapons-most likely SA-2 and SA-4 surface-to-air missiles capable of Mach 5-to reach our altitude. I estimated that we could beat the rocket-powered missiles to the turn and stayed our course, betting our lives on the plane’s performance. After several agonizingly long seconds, we made the turn and blasted toward the Mediterranean. “You might want to pull it back,” Walter suggested. It was then that I noticed I still had the throttles full forward. The plane was flying a mile every 1.6 seconds, well above our Mach 3.2 limit. It was the fastest we would ever fly. I pulled the throttles to idle just south of Sicily, but we still overran the refueling tanker awaiting us over Gibraltar. (see Along Time Ago / SR-71 and Libya)