The moral of the story is that Rita Moreno was a very attractive woman in her time; and also that I need to talk about rafts underneath the world. Really! This isn't my obsession with James Fenimore Cooper! It's an important bit of the history of technology that I have inadvertently exposed to the light in the last month of postblogging, and I'm actually quite excited about it because it might shed some light on something that I've been wondering about on my commute, ever since I began doing the part in Vancouver on a bike in 2014.
Ahem. For the last almost-five years, I've been commuting up the Valley Route (not the Central Valley Greenway), which is a north-south alternate bike route through the west side of Vancouver (as distinct from the West End and West Vancouver, we have a lot of "wests" around here.) The Valley Route is named for Valley Drive, a strange, but conveniently wide and little trafficked street that takes off from one of Vancouver's old east-west processional ways (25th, King Edward Avenue, if anyone cares) at about 30 degrees to the main grid, turns left at a "T" intersection facing a satellite campus of Prince of Wales High School, then dipsy-doodles around to cross Arbutus (I think it changes its name and then changes back) at the foot of a bugger of a hill up onto the plateau that makes up midtown Vancouver, upon which is located my current workplace.
|By Michael Schmahl - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11140093|
|By David Ashcroft, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14345437|
|(Scraped from Marrey and Jupe [pdf].)|
|CC BY 2.5, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11544419|
|See? Cutting 20cm and 500 grams off the shoulder arm matters when you're being carried around the battlefield in LVTs and APCs, and then scrambling around in this crap.|