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Hong Kong Car | Automotive Photography since 2011
For a detailed introduction | guide on Hong Kong Car Licence Plates | Car Vanity Plates click on the link below to learn more :
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One of the largest collections of quality Hong Kong Car Images and specialising in Car Licence Plates | Car Vanity Plates or as the Hong Kong Government likes to call them - Vehicle Registration Marks
I photograph all car brands and please do bear in mind I am an enthusiastic amateur and NOT a professional photographer but I do have a fairly distinctive style and it has got better over the years.
☛.... and if you want to read about my views on Hong Kong, then go to my blog, link is shown below, I have lived in Hong Kong for over 50 years!
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☛ Photography is simply a hobby for me, I do NOT sell my images and all of my images can be FREELY downloaded from this site in the original upload image size or 5 other sizes, please note that you DO NOT have to ask for permission to download and use any of my images!
For the full story regarding this collection of images Please read the NEW album introduction HERE; www.flickr.com/photos/jbschofield/sets/72157632196706891/... It tells a much fuller story than that provided below.
This is a scanned print from a collection of photographs taken by the late Jim Taylor A number of years ago I was offered a large number of photographs taken by Jim Taylor, a transport photographer based in Huddersfield. The collection consisted of 30,000 prints,20,000 negatives – and copyright! Although some prints were sold elsewhere, particularly the popular big fleet stuff, I should have the negatives, unfortunately they came to me in a random mix, without any sort of indexing and as such it would be impossible to match negatives to prints, or, to even find a print of any particular vehicle. I have only ever looked at a handful myself unless I am scanning them.
I hope to avoid posting images that Jim had not taken his self, however should I inadvertently infringe another photographers copyright, please inform me by email and I will resolve the issue immediately. There are copyright issues with some of the photographs that were sold to me. A Flickr member from Scotland drew my attention to some of his own work amongst the first uploads of Jims work. I had a quick look through some of the 30 boxes of prints and decided that for the time being the safest thing for me to do was withdraw the majority of the earlier uploaded scans and deal with the problem – which I did. whilst the vast majority of the prints are Jims, there is a problem defining copyright of some of them, this is something that the seller did not make clear at the time. I am reasonably confident that I have since been successful in identifying Jims own work.
You may notice photographs being duplicated in this Album, unfortunately there are multiple copies of many prints (for swapping) and as I have to have a system of archiving and backing up I can only guess - using memory - if I have scanned a print before. It is easier to scan and process a print than check my files - on three different PC's - for duplicates. There has not been, nor will there ever be, any intention to knowingly breach anyone else's copyright. I have presented the Jim Taylor collection as exactly that-The Jim Taylor Collection- his work not mine, my own work is quite obviously mine. To anyone reading the above it will be quite obvious that I can’t provide information regarding specific photos or potential future uploads in this Album – I didn't take them!
None of my photographs are free to use - only free to view!
Please read the album intro’ before contacting me with requests, it may answer your query.
Thank you for taking the time to look and best regards
Mark Schofield
Player introductions before the Detriot/Cowboy game. Very restrictive camera policy implemented this year, so all I could use was my trusty Canon G11. www.tryburn.zenfolio.com
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2004 saw the introduction of Citylink 1 and Citylink 2. The Citylink 2 replaced NCT's 43 between Victoria Park, Daleside Road and Nottingham, and also Dunn Line's 304 from Racecourse Park & Ride to Nottingham via Daleside Road, running initially every ten minutes, before being cut down to every twelve minutes then again to every 15 minutes in 2009. At this time, OmniCities 216-9 were replaced by 212-5 (displaced from Citylink 1 when the OmniDekkas arrived), due to them having real time tracking information. The rest of the 54 plate OmniCities then moved onto Yellow 68/69, replacing 51 plate Excel IIs.
212/214 cross paths half way through the route at Racecourse Park & Ride, heading to Nottingham and Victoria Park respectively.
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I am just thrillled to finally start with my new blog and share my thoughts with the world out there ^^
The Swedish contingent are having an introduction. They have been on the campsite just for some hours. Photo: Jonas Elmqvist/Scouterna
For the full story regarding this collection of images Please read the NEW album introduction HERE; www.flickr.com/photos/jbschofield/sets/72157632196706891/... It tells a much fuller story than that provided below.
This is a scanned print from a collection of photographs taken by the late Jim Taylor A number of years ago I was offered a large number of photographs taken by Jim Taylor, a transport photographer based in Huddersfield. The collection consisted of 30,000 prints,20,000 negatives – and copyright! Although some prints were sold elsewhere, particularly the popular big fleet stuff, I should have the negatives, unfortunately they came to me in a random mix, without any sort of indexing and as such it would be impossible to match negatives to prints, or, to even find a print of any particular vehicle. I have only ever looked at a handful myself unless I am scanning them.
I hope to avoid posting images that Jim had not taken his self, however should I inadvertently infringe another photographers copyright, please inform me by email and I will resolve the issue immediately. There are copyright issues with some of the photographs that were sold to me. A Flickr member from Scotland drew my attention to some of his own work amongst the first uploads of Jims work. I had a quick look through some of the 30 boxes of prints and decided that for the time being the safest thing for me to do was withdraw the majority of the earlier uploaded scans and deal with the problem – which I did. whilst the vast majority of the prints are Jims, there is a problem defining copyright of some of them, this is something that the seller did not make clear at the time. I am reasonably confident that I have since been successful in identifying Jims own work.
You may notice photographs being duplicated in this Album, unfortunately there are multiple copies of many prints (for swapping) and as I have to have a system of archiving and backing up I can only guess - using memory - if I have scanned a print before. It is easier to scan and process a print than check my files - on three different PC's - for duplicates. There has not been, nor will there ever be, any intention to knowingly breach anyone else's copyright. I have presented the Jim Taylor collection as exactly that-The Jim Taylor Collection- his work not mine, my own work is quite obviously mine. To anyone reading the above it will be quite obvious that I can’t provide information regarding specific photos or potential future uploads in this Album – I didn't take them!
None of my photographs are free to use - only free to view!
Please read the album intro’ before contacting me with requests, it may answer your query.
Thank you for taking the time to look and best regards
Mark Schofield
My name is Halley. My middle name is Alexa, but I like to keep that a secret for the adventurous souls who want to take a guess at it. I have always—like anyone—found it difficult to encompass myself in a few short sentences, but—like anyone—I find it exhilarating to try. I appreciate puns. I appreciate people who appreciate puns even more though, because people are always better than anything that one sees on this earth. Tight schedules put me on edge. I enjoy hotels. It unsettles me that people seem to think I know what I want to do when I graduate. I think "unsettle" is a good word. I have a scar on my nose that someone once thought was a piece of spaghetti. Rain is my breath. I need it; I need the sound of thousands of droplets splashing to the ground, and the smell of a storm on the wind. Falling asleep to thunderstorms fills me. Rain is like oxygen, in that when you hold your breath—or climb to a place thin of air—it is always when you take a deep breath that you realize just what you were missing; just what kept you going. I avoid conflict with every part of me, and I try to make people happy. I'll be honest, I am no good at it, but I try. A pen flowing across paper and a head full of thought together is one of my favorite combinations of anything ever. I enjoy fruit smoothies, and people think I am strange for eating french fries with my milkshakes. But I don't mind, because weirdness is something I value. I write best when I am sleep-deprived. Words mean a lot more to me when they're written. I hate dropping my toothbrush into the sink, and I wash my hair with baking soda. I like late night car rides and mellow music and an expanse of stars in the darkness. But what I really love is a place I've never been. I sometimes try to be cool, but really coolness is just what people genuinely are. I get chills every time I hear a flute. I say "I" too much and I'm bad at being generous, but I do not find it difficult to see things from the perspective of others, which allows me to listen well. I am a night owl. People often think I am at least two years older than I am. I am wretched at encouraging and giving advice about specific situations, but I can easily see beauty in people and draw it out to make them aware of their value. I have slight OCD tendencies. If I could, I would wear jeans all year round. I want to see the ocean again. I have eyes that look like chocolate, but honey when I look into the sun. Every time I take any sort of personality test, the results are uncannily even. Maybe I'm really levelheaded with every emotion. Or maybe I'm just that average. I can't sleep without a blanket over me. I can't sleep with socks on. I enjoy strawberries and fresh pineapple considerably more than any other fruit. I bruise easily and I over-analyze things. I'm a city girl, but the countryside is what I was made for. I don't enjoy mainstream music, and perversion frustrates me. Accents (particularly those of the UK) are one of my favorite things. I love to watch water fall through air, and the smell of my family's laundry detergent refreshes me. I have dreadfully sensitive eyes, so I don't just cry when others cry; my eyes well up when people talk about eyes watering—much like a yawn—or about eyes drying up, or anytime someone's eye is red or they blow their nose. People always suspect me in the game of Mafia because I am the quiet one. I don't enjoy Mafia or anything that is fend-for-yourself competitive. I make notes on my inner wrist to remind myself of things I've learned. I admire honest people. I have always wanted to ride a train. When I get going, I write too much. I think this large description makes up for the small photo.
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Greetings, oh young explorer. My name is Sensai Vashii, and today I will tell you a tale which I haven't told for many a year. You may ponder as to what an old machine like myself would relay unto you... But I can assure you needn't worry. For I will tell you the tale of the Draganoids.
Centuries ago, three gods created the realm of Draganolia - Thoom, Kira, and Liwai. These three beings each brought their own aspect to our world: Thoom, the God of Creation brought us the metal and stone in the landscape, which we used to create tools, machines, and our homes. Kira, the God of life brought us the plants, waters and creatures that filled our world, which we had to keep us company. And Liwai, the God of knowledge brought us the sun, moon and stars, to help us further our knowledge of our universe. The three gods worked together to create us - the Draganoids (So named due to our Humanoid stature, and our Draconic features) - to populate and care for Draganolia.
But our creation was not without fault. Kira was mischievous, and saw the world of Draganolia as a 'pet-project' rather than his destiny. He created plants and animals that would harm us, he tainted the landscape with great cliffs and ravines for us to fall from... But most importantly, Kira embedded the emotions of greed and jealousy into us. For this, Kira was punished by Thoom and Liwai, by having his essence embedded into a weak Draganoid body, stripped of Liwai's powers, and imprisoned deep under the ground, never to be seen.
For centuries, the Draganoids lived at peace - Technology developed, culture thrived, and the creativity and imagination of us all brought meaning to our lives. But over time, the ties that bound began to wear thin. Draganoids started to feel jealousy for each-other's creativity, causing arguments and plagiarism. We had developed the ability to hate - a thing which Thoom and Liwai never intended. Eventually, different groups of Draganoids segregated themselves from the rest of the world. These colonies (of which there were many, and of which were large) stayed separate for a long time... But one cataclysmic event brought them together...
Now young one, you must remember that I am old and broken. The blue of my armour has faded to a weak grey, and my limbs are exposed and creaky - and of course, I have had to rely on help to replace my left arm with this magnificent creation... But due to my age, there is a lot I cannot remember. I will try to conjure up the memories to continue this tale, but I am not the only one who can do so. Seek out the knowledge young one, and maybe the secrets of the Draganoids shall be yours to know!
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Hi flickr friends! I want to introduce you all to my daughter who is just signing up on flickr! She won't have any uploads for a few weeks. She will start taking photography classes in a few weeks and we will start a business together! I have told her to check out my contacts because you are all so nice, so she will be looking through your photo streams to see what good photography looks like!!!!
For the full story regarding this collection of images Please read the NEW album introduction HERE; www.flickr.com/photos/jbschofield/sets/72157632196706891/... It tells a much fuller story than that provided below.
This is a scanned print from a collection of photographs taken by the late Jim Taylor A number of years ago I was offered a large number of photographs taken by Jim Taylor, a transport photographer based in Huddersfield. The collection consisted of 30,000 prints,20,000 negatives – and copyright! Although some prints were sold elsewhere, particularly the popular big fleet stuff, I should have the negatives, unfortunately they came to me in a random mix, without any sort of indexing and as such it would be impossible to match negatives to prints, or, to even find a print of any particular vehicle. I have only ever looked at a handful myself unless I am scanning them.
I hope to avoid posting images that Jim had not taken his self, however should I inadvertently infringe another photographers copyright, please inform me by email and I will resolve the issue immediately. There are copyright issues with some of the photographs that were sold to me. A Flickr member from Scotland drew my attention to some of his own work amongst the first uploads of Jims work. I had a quick look through some of the 30 boxes of prints and decided that for the time being the safest thing for me to do was withdraw the majority of the earlier uploaded scans and deal with the problem – which I did. whilst the vast majority of the prints are Jims, there is a problem defining copyright of some of them, this is something that the seller did not make clear at the time. I am reasonably confident that I have since been successful in identifying Jims own work.
You may notice photographs being duplicated in this Album, unfortunately there are multiple copies of many prints (for swapping) and as I have to have a system of archiving and backing up I can only guess - using memory - if I have scanned a print before. It is easier to scan and process a print than check my files - on three different PC's - for duplicates. There has not been, nor will there ever be, any intention to knowingly breach anyone else's copyright. I have presented the Jim Taylor collection as exactly that-The Jim Taylor Collection- his work not mine, my own work is quite obviously mine. To anyone reading the above it will be quite obvious that I can’t provide information regarding specific photos or potential future uploads in this Album – I didn't take them!
None of my photographs are free to use - only free to view!
Please read the album intro’ before contacting me with requests, it may answer your query.
Thank you for taking the time to look and best regards
Mark Schofield
Pre-game introductions before the Sporting Kansas City - Houston Dynamo match (2nd leg of the 2013 MLS Eastern Conference Finals) at Sporting Park.
Saturday evening 23 November 2013.
old friends or new? It didn't seem to matter during the opening weekend at the Panorama Music House. Everyone was in a great mood during the Mardi Gras weekend
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Biking the Mojave Fall 2007 - Introduction
I biked through Death Valley in October 1996. It was 109°F at Furnace Creek. The area is beautiful, but it was way too hot at that time of year. I knew I wanted to come back on my bicycle when it was cooler. This year it worked out to take about 3 weeks after Thanksgiving. I ended up spending 18 days to cycle from Palm Springs to Las Vegas. I spent about half of that time in Death Valley NP. In Baker I met a group of cyclists on racing bikes with a support vehicle. They were cycling from Palm Springs to Las Vegas in 2 days. I saw a lot more desert than they did.
Coachella Valley and Joshua Tree National Park
I crossed the Coachella Valley on Ramon Rd. It was over 70°F, probably the warmest day of the trip. It wasn't 'til I turned onto Thousand Palms Rd. that I felt like I was heading out into the desert on my own. The San Andreas Fault system runs along the northern end of the Coachella Valley. The faults allow groundwater to rise to the surface resulting in a number of California fan palm oases. It's wonderful to see oases in the desert.
It was a 1300m climb on Berdoo Canyon Rd. to the Coachella Valley-Pleasant Valley saddle in Joshua Tree NP. I didn't see a single person or vehicle in Berdoo Canyon. Climbing out of Pleasant Valley I saw the first person, a fellow adventurer. Patrick was walking solo across Joshua Tree NP from west to east. That's a heck of a trek. That park is huge and has only one known spring. Patrick had set up two water caches before his trip.
Amboy Road and Mojave National Preserve
I bought enough food in 29 Palms to last 4 days to Baker. Heading east on the Amboy Rd. I met the only other touring cyclist of the trip. He had come down from Bishop through Death Valley NP, Baker, Kelso, Amboy - much the same route I was planning to take. When I met him, he had run out of food. I shared some almonds with him but didn't have much sympathy with his plight. The reason he didn't buy food in Baker was because there wasn't a health food store! Well, I told him there was a grocery store in 29 Palms, but it might not be up to his standard.
One of the things I was looking forward to on this trip was experiencing the transition zone between the Sonoran Desert (lower, farther south) and the Mojave Desert (higher, farther north). Creosote bushes grow in both, but most other flora is limited to one ecosystem or the other. In the transition zones you can see a mix of vegetation. What I saw ended up being less dramatic than Washington County, Utah where the Colorado Plateau, the Basin and Range country, and the Mojave Desert all come together. Joshua Trees were the main ecosystem indicator for me. I knew I was climbing high when I started to see them.
I was surprised how much traffic there was on the Amboy Rd. It wasn't much, but a lot of the paved roads that I was on during the trip would have one car every 10-30 minutes and perhaps none all night. The only truly busy roads were the road north out of Baker (on a Saturday morning) and the Pahrump-Las Vegas superhighway which has a wonderful bicycle lane.
I climbed Sheep Hole Pass to get into the Amboy Valley. It was in the Amboy Valley where I became accustomed two aspects important to cyclists in the Mojave:
Distances are deceiving. You can see really far. It takes much longer to cross these valleys that it appears that it would.
The slight inclines up alluvial fans or other fill climb a lot more than they appear to. In Colorado I'm not accustomed to seeing the whole climb since there are usually canyon climbs here. Leaving Amboy, for example, I climbed over 3000 ft. on a slowly rising alluvial plane. It took hours.
I enjoyed time off the bike to walk out to and up Amboy Crater. The following day I climbed to the top of the Kelso Dunes. And one day later I climbed one of the cinder cones east of Baker. I enjoyed having a diversion each day. Each of those areas is beautiful in its own way. The creosote bushes in the Amboy Valley are particularly green because of the shallow water table. Kelso Dunes are simply fantastic, and the cinder cone area with over 30 cinder cones and not another person felt like another planet.
In Baker I bought enough food to last 10 days and ate at the Mad Greek at my brother's recommendation. I had taken a rest day the previous day because of rain, and Baker was a bit flooded. Folks were out pushing water around with brooms. At the store the locals were telling each other how much their roofs leaked.
Death Valley National Park
Heading north of Baker the saddle that separates the Silurian Valley from Death Valley is only about a 50' climb. From there I left the pavement and stopped at Saratoga Springs to see the incredible wetlands in the desert. I had planned on climbing the Ibex Dunes, but wind was blowing sand off the top of the dunes and everything was still a bit wet from the rain. The following day I reached the pavement, took it for 5 miles and then headed west up Warm Springs Canyon.
The 1400m climb up Warm Springs Canyon was not the longest of the trip, but it was the toughest. The climb started out hard from below sea level in Death Valley and continued to be hard all the way to the saddle leading into Butte Valley. I struggled in my easiest gear (which is really low) the whole way. Surprisingly I walked very little. It always seemed to be just slightly easier to pedal than to walk.
Butte Valley felt remote. The views to the east were phenomenal giving Greater View Spring its name. I could see range after range. I stopped at Stella Anderson's place and cut some chicken wire to repair my glasses. The rattling had loosened a screw which I couldn't find. It was important to get a good fix since I wore those glasses a lot riding in the early morning and late afternoon. I found I had about 10 hours of light to ride in with perhaps 45 minutes of twilight on either end to mess around in camp. The sun was theoretically up for 8 or 9 hours, but it was often a lot less than that in the canyons. My repair job worked well, and I didn't even strip the threads so the glasses are good as new again :)
Mengel Pass is rough and keeps too many people from taking this route between Death Valley and Panamint Valley. Down in Goler Wash I met Rock(y), one of two residents of Ballarat. His father is the other. Rocky was poking around Goler Wash with his girlfriend who was visiting from LA. He had worked with various mining operations in the area, and I enjoyed his stories. It was also fun to talk with his Isreali girlfriend. We compared this desert with the eastern Mediterranean desert where I have also cycled.
In Ballarat the following day I talked with Rocky some more, but the girlfriend had already returned to LA. There are a surprising number of springs on the west side of the Panamints (due to faults, I'm sure) and a surprising number of fighter jets playing overhead. I scared a coyote into some bushes near a spring and then was scared myself by the jet passing just overhead. Once the quiet returned I could hear the coyotes, packs of them, howling and yipping in the bushes. The yipping made it sound like there were a lot of youngsters. Fun to hear the bushes make such unusual noises.
Hunter Mountain to Racetrack Playa
I was pretty tired this day and finally made it to Panamint Springs where I had planned to get water. There's a store as well, but they really only have candy bars. The restaurant, however, was able to sell me some bread and cheese. I bought a veggie burger for lunch as well. That rejuvenated me enough to climb about half of the 1100m paved climb that afternoon.
I was lucky that the following day was stunningly warm since I climbed to over 7000 ft. The 1100m paved climb was followed by 600m of climbing on a dirt road. I'm sure it ended up being more than that since there were a number of descents thrown in as well. To give an idea of the terrain the only two flat places I went through that day were named: Lee Flat and Ulida Flat! Lee Flat was filled with the most Joshua trees I've ever seen in one place. I camped in Ulida Flat next to one of the only Joshua trees out there.
I made it over Hunter Mountain, through Hidden Valley, down Lost Burro Gap, and arrived at Teakettle Junction with enough water to be able to make the ~16 mile detour to Racetrack Playa. Of course I'd seen photos of the moving rocks at Racetrack Playa, but I was absolutely blown away being at the site in person. It's not simply the amazement of seeing the evidence of the moving rocks and all the different directions and shapes of the tracks, but also how well preserved the area is. It wouldn't take too many people moving rocks from the tracks, driving on the playa, or walking out there when the surface is wet to really ruin the magic of the place. Additionally Racetrack Playa is so big and so flat. The flat playa blends in in the distance with the hills miles away. I loved this place. I was lucky enough to be there when I was. The rain from 5 days earlier had completely dried out, and it rained some more just 10 hours after I was there.
I recovered my stashed gear and water at Teakettle Junction and headed uphill into a cold, stiff wind climbing out of Racetrack Valley. By this point in the trip I had started to associate Joshua trees with cold weather. At the saddle in the twilight I made it my goal to descend far enough down to get away from the Joshua trees and perhaps into warmer weather. It was practically dark by the time I got off my bike, but I succeeded! It sprinkled off and on all night, but I was dry and fairly warm.
Through the bottom of Death Valley
The downhill continued all the way to the pavement at Ubehebe Crater, but I had to push the bike a bit once I got to the lava/cinder area. The black sand of the roadbed was much finer and deeper than the surface of most of the descent. Getting to Ubehebe concluded what I had planned for this trip. The only thing left was to get to Las Vegas. Berdoo Canyon, Mengel Pass, and Hunter Mountain had all been hard excursions, but each took about a day less than I had (conservatively) expected. I had time to make it a pleasant, easy ride to Vegas. I hiked around Ubehebe Crater and relaxed in the wind at the parking lot. Only two cars plus a ranger came by during the ~3 hours I was there. Each car stopped, the occupants got out, took a couple photos, and were driving away less than 2 minutes later. Incredible! This place is the middle of nowhere. I couldn't understand why anyone would drive so far and spend so little time. It turns out though that Ubehebe is only a 10 mile detour from the Scotty's Castle road.
I didn't make much distance this day even though it was flat and I had a tailwind after Ubehebe. I camped illegally near the paved road but was careful to avoid washes since I could tell it was going to storm. Storm it did. The wind bent my tent sideways, and rain poured down for hours. Death Valley received about a third of their annual average rainfall in this ~6 hour period. It was December 7, and it rained almost as much as it had from January 1 to December 6. The nice flat sandy spot I had chosen for my tent was just a bit lower than the surrounding area. The whole area was really quite flat, but the soil there can't absorb water very quickly. In the middle of the night I found my tent sitting in an inch or so of water. Only my thermarest was above it. I moved the tent in the pouring rain, but it was too late. Most of my stuff was pretty wet. Both pairs of socks and the bottom of my down bag were soaked. I wrapped my feet in a wool scarf like a Ace bandage and tried to get some sleep.
I was up early in the morning. I had managed to keep my down coat fairly dry so I put that over my damp clothes to ride away in the morning. Tons of rocks up to the size of softballs had poured across the 2-lane paved highway out of washes that were only a foot or two wide. It had snowed down to 4000'. In every direction were snow-covered peaks. I was so lucky to be down low, near pavement. The dirt roads that I had spent much of the last week on were probably impassable that morning. Ulida Flat where I had camped two nights earlier was probably covered in snow. I was able to keep warm biking in my down coat, but I was down at sea level, the warmest place around!
The sun came out. Everything warmed up. The views were phenomenal. In spite of the damp clothes it was a fantastic day to be cycling. At Furnace Creek I was directed to the sunny employee picnic area where I pulled everything out of my bags and dried everything out while enjoying lunch and wine from the grocery store. I hung out there for 2-3 hours before anyone else showed up. It was Herb, the night maintenance man. Enthralled with the bike he asked lots of questions about touring and the LHT specifically. He kept getting calls on his radio but continued to talk with me. Herb plans to live on his bike for a while and had been researching bicycles. I enthusiastically encouraged him since I know from experience that a lot of folks discourage that kind of crazy plan. Before he left to finally answer one of his calls, he asked me, "did you find the free showers?" I hadn't. Hohoho, that shower felt wonderful.
I spent a rest day at Furnace Creek and talked to Herb to 2 or 3 more times. I also met Mary and Paul from Rogue River, Oregon, who invited me to dinner at their campsite. I didn't carry a stove on this trip. The hot meal that Mary put together was the best meal of the trip. She had dried tomatoes and zucchini from their garden, a hot sauce with peppers that they grew, a jalepeno artichoke dip as an appetizer, and plenty of red wine. Was I ever a happy camper!
And on to Las Vegas
Back on the bike I rode south with a tailwind past Badwater all the way to the 5 miles of paved road that I had ridden between Saratoga Springs and Warm Springs Canyon over a week earlier. Instead of heading south to Baker I climbed Jubilee Pass. The following day I climbed Salsberry Pass on the coldest day of the trip. I simply couldn't warm up since I couldn't get away from the wind. And then I came to Tecopa Hot Springs! That cut the chill even though the wind was so fierce that I was dry within minutes of getting out of the pool. Around the corner I stopped at a RV park to get some water and ended up spending an hour talking with the 75-year-old man who runs the place with his wife. He ran an ultra-marathon when he was 55, had biked from Las Vegas to Sedona, had run a bunch of marathons. In the summer they leave Tecopa Hot Springs and explore the country in their 35' motorhome.
Later that afternoon I came upon Victor. Stopped at the side of the road, he handed me a Guinness and two granola bars. We chatted for a while using his car as a windbreak. He's taking a break from his 'round the world bicycle trip on a crazy rig that he built himself.
The following morning the only indication that I entered Nevada was a sign reading "Inyo County Line". Lower down on the same post was a smaller sign at an angle because it was falling off. That sign said "leaving". About 3 cars passed me in an hour, and then a car stopped. It was the couple from RV park in Tecopa Hot Springs. She had baked muffins that morning, put together a package of them for me, and handed them to me! They were still warm! Oh, I was cycling with a big smile yet again! I was on a gradual climb that continued all the way to Mountain Springs Pass. To get an idea of how long the climb was, consider that the couple drove all the way to Las Vegas, went to the dentist, drove back, and passed me just one minute before I crested the pass. They honked, smiled, and waved as did I. The first 2000' of descent was fast and cold, but I was warm and happy in my down coat.
My last excursion before Las Vegas was to ride through the scenic Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area. The cliffs and cemented sand dunes in that area reminded me much more of the Colorado Plateau than anything I'd seen on my journey through the Mojave Desert. In the morning I rolled into Vegas, found a bike shop, boxed my stuff, and took a taxi to the downtown Greyhound station. In Denver a day later I rebuilt my bike at the Greyhound station for the short ride to Market St. Station. I took the bus to Boulder and rode through the snow to get home.
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With the introduction of the 'PA' series Cresta and Velox in October 1957, Vauxhall embraced American styling with even greater gusto than ever before.
Plentiful chrome, garish colour schemes, wrap-around windscreens and fashionable tail fins were all featured on these top-of-the-range sixes, which bore a more-than-passing resemblance to the contemporary Buick Special from the parent branch of General Motors. Originally powered by an 82 bhp 2,25-litre straight-six, the overhead-valve engine was enlarged to 2.6-litres in 1960, with the introduction of the ‘PADY’ models which had a less distinctive one-piece rear screen and ribbon speedo.
The standard transmission was a basic three-on-the-tree although a two-speed Hydra-Matic auto 'box was also on the options list. Offering softly-sprung comfort, the Cresta delivered decent performance for the time, with a top speed of nearly 90mph and the 0-60 mph dash taking a respectable 16,8 seconds.
First registered in July 1958, this honey has the desirable and appealing three-window rear configuration and has clearly had a great deal of time and money lavished on it in recent years. There is sadly no paperwork with the car other than its V5C so we can’t confirm when it was painted in its lurid metal-flake pink paintwork and pearl roof, but it certainly retains its lustre and would take little to make pristine again.
It was last taken for an MOT in May 2012 which it passed, although has barely covered any mileage since and will need a thorough going over before cruising the streets once more. Shrinking violets need not apply!