After the dealership told me my faithful Subu would need a new tranny it was time for a tough decision.
After 179, 496 miles we parted ways.
A few years back I had the opportunity to test drive a 2013 Outback. However, I was very unimpressed with the overall ride and feel of the car. It felt more like an SUV and very unlike my nimble, steet aware Subu.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago I took a 2015 Outback around the dealer parking lot. I knew if I took it out on the road I’d buy it on the spot. This time I was very impressed. Subaru did their homework and the 2015 is a whole different car. Even the drive by wire feel….well, not drive by wire. The suspension and feel are much better. You know where the front wheel are pointed. Interior space is much better over my 2006 and technology wise the 06 is like a 2×4 club, where the 15 is a stealth fighter plane.
After we got our ducks in a row and I was happy with my research, I went back for a proper test run. The car was more responsive than I expected. Let’s just say that taking a 25 mph off ramp at three times the limit put the Subu through its paces. The end result was very little roll a solid feel, no squealing and no unnecessary tail wagging!
Old and the new.
After the song and dance with the sales manager we settled on an agreeable number. Go here for more info on Prime Subaru.
Who took my kids and replaced them with non electric reading kids.
It’s coming down hard and will be for a while. This is the first real storm of 2015.
Our neighbor house.
Our back yard.
Back of house.
Nothing can beat an open fire……well, except the one at Sean’s Bar on a January night with the rain coming at you sideway, and a 1/2 dozen pints of Arthur!
Here’s a fun thing to do with a snow blower and two feet of snow. Made this path for my better 1/2.
We went to this show a few years ago and it was fun. However, since then I’m sad to say that there are absolutely no innovations in this sector.
In fact most of these fiberglass, fiber board and plastic boxes appear to be thrown together from across the street. The quality of work is simply terrible in anything other than the super high end motor coaches. Speaking of which for $200k plus I’d also want something other than a coffin looking interior clad in fiberglass!
Really, let’s lose the faux wood. There is lots of room for improvement and lot of room to up the quality of product. Most disappointing was the lack of Airstream campers. I think I’ll miss the next twenty or so years of shows, perhaps by then things will be better.
Now, how do I get back the $80 we spent on parking, admission and a few snacks!
Since the Art of Brick was upstairs at Faneuil Hall we hung out downstairs after.
Seating is hard to find…..unless your JMan!
Looking up again.
The boys horsing around outside.
Very simple but very inventive.
Scale 1:1 – 75,450 pieces of Lego
Scale 1:1 – 1,675 pieces of Lego
Scale 1:1 – 11,200 pieces of Lego
Various other pieces.
Tree hugger I’m not!
Lego dress, umbrella and dog.
This is a fun show to see. As tomorrow is the last day for this show in Boston you may have to see it elsewhere.
You give a kid a few weapons and eventually they will hit someone. Our GMan took a ski pole to the upper lip last night and required a stitch.
While shuffling to the lift line a skier in front of him pushed off with a little more energy that was needed.
Waiting room reflections.
Three hours later he was good as new.
Parents please tell your kids to watch their ski poles!
While eating dinner in a local burger joint JMan announced to the high pitched squeals of a 3 year old “little babies are cute, but so annoying!”
The Quinn boys went racing today. We went to, or should I say we finally ended up at the Tri-State Speedway in Dudley MA. It’s a long way from us but worth the drive.
The track and cars are in great shape. Thankfully we were racing against our self so the cars were cranked up. The cars can be governed wireless from the pit area. So if you bump, crash or there’s a crowd they can slow the cars remotely.
JMan and I shared where GMan had his own cart and we screamed around. Here we are at the starting gate.
JMan and I under speed.
GMan on the straightaway.
Final score and JMan and I best lap time.
This would be a great place for a birthday. Go here for more info.
Up, breakfast, pack, hit the road. Note to self. Avoid Miami International Airport next time I’m in Miami! It’s way to big for its own good. Just because you have a few thousand acres to spare does not mean you need to use it.
Anyhow…..hi-lights in the airport.
1. I found a Starbucks
2. GMan and I spotted Damian Marley (Bob Marley’s son)
How JMan gets comfortable on airport seats.