- Start with the driver door open and unlocked. Key out of the ignition
- Insert the key and remove 2 times in 5 sec. Just insert and remove, do not turn the key
- Close and open driver door 2 times in 40 sec.
- Insert the key and remove it again from ignition. Just insert and remove, do not turn the key.
- Close and open driver door 2 times in 40 sec.
- Insert the key in ignition,
- Close the door,
- Turn to on and back to lock in 1 second intervals. 1 time for add, 2 times for rewrite, 3 for confirmation 5 for prohibition. (yes, there is no “4”)
- Remove the key
- Power lock will cycle to confirm
- For add or rewrite mode within 40 sec of the confirmation,
2010-05-03
Voodoo Rituals in Toyota Land
Consider the following. A Voodoo ritual? The secret code to find an Easter Egg in some new video game? Nope. Read and try to figure this out. Then scroll down for the surprise answer.
2010-05-02
The Wheel Goes Round & Round - sometimes
I have ridden on the Central Jersey Bike Club's Farm Land Flat Tour continuously for about 12 years now. Despite my knee problems or maybe even because of knee problems I was determined to do it again this year. Besides, I had already sent in my $30.
One of the reasons to do this ride was that if riding was going to be a problem, let's find out now while I still have a chance to get the knee fixed and re-habbed before my intended trip to Key West.
We usually ride either the 50 or 62 (metric century) route, but I didn't want to get stuck 25 miles away when my knee finally broke, so I thought I'd do one of the shorter routes. Of course what I really wanted was an excuse to go there to get a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and my free tee shirt.
Captain Bob was still kind of in recovery from his two broken ribs (see Sometimes it rains and Sometimes it rains - Update) so it was easy to convince him that a short route was the right thing this year. He was thinking of driving the new Prius here. He doesn't have a bike rack but thought he could put down a blanket or some protection and put his bike in the back.
Because the Captain drives here from 90 miles away, I drive to the bike ride most of the time. I prefer my roof rack over the trunk rack so Thursday I decide to put the rack on. Yes, yes, it's unusual to be that far ahead of the game for me, but there I was.
If you are not familiar with Thule roof racks, they consist of a pair of load bars to which you attach various accessories. In my case, bicycle carriers. I have an older version of this Big Mouth. Where the bike carrier attaches to load bar was sliding on one of the carriers so I tried to tighten it up. That's when the lever that you push down to lock it broke. I've only had this rack for eight years and not only did something break but I go to the Thule sight and not only is it obsolete but they don't even list the model.
So on our Thursday night call I mention this and say that I can use the trunk rack. But the Captain says that he has planned on bringing his old Camry (yes he does still have a running one left) so we're OK.
We get down to Brookdale Community College a little after 10AM. We check in to get our tee shirts and water bottles and then proceed to the back where you load up on peanut butter sandwiches. They have those as well as the usual bananas. But the traditional granola snack bars, fig newtons etc are MIA! Even worse, the mix of nuts and M&Ms and such that you scoop in to sandwich bags is not there either. Why oh why did I even bother?
I did notice that the parking lot was not nearly as full as it usually is so maybe this event is going out of style. I also noticed a bagel cutter and I think, cream cheese, so maybe we're just too late for that.
We make our sandwiches, pass on the bananas and head out.
After looking at where the low end routes diverge, we decide to take 18 and 25 mile cue sheets.
A couple miles down the road and I'm thinking "hey this is good". My knee is not bothering me. It's dry and warm. The sun is warm on my back and I'm having a good time. That lasts a little while longer until I have to make my first stop. I come down on my bad knee and WOWZEE! Well, I get going and begin thinking maybe all is not well. I am especially thinking how I'm going to come to a stop the next time.
Well of course the next time eventually comes. I make sure that both feet are unclipped and I come down on the good leg. Unfortunately the road has a slight upslope. So I walk to the other side and prepare to start riding again.
Hmmmm. I can't seem to put all my weight on the bad leg so that I can start pedaling with the good leg. Likewise, I can keep my good leg on the ground, but I don't think I can put enough effort pushing with the bad foot to get going. Finally I sort of lean my chest on the handlebar which allows me to keep my left foot on the ground and I get going by pedaling with my right foot.
Eventually we come to where the 18 & 25 mile routes diverge and in a joint command decision decide that I have nothing more to prove. I'm going to call the Orthopaedic doctor on Monday so there is no point in going the longer route. Fortunately at this stop, getting going is slightly downhill so I'm fine.
The rest of the ride was uneventful. We stopped at a rest stop and they did have some fig newtons ( and more P&B of course). There was a curb there which helped me get going.
Near the end of the ride we have to cross NJ 34. This is also uphilll from the light but for the very first time I was able to slow down enough and keep in the saddle until the light turned green. The moderate hills between there and the end were no worse than any other year and thus our ride ended.
Almost.
We got back to the car and I could not get off my bike. I edged down a little so it was not upright thinking that would make swinging my leg over the top easier. I think it was a good plan. Still do. And it would have worked if I hadn't gotten caught on the seat. Next thing I know I'm sitting in the shade on the grass with my bike on top of me. My gracious captain did come over and pick up the bike. I sat there a minute and gimped to my feet.
Well I can ride with a bum leg, but can't walk very well later. At his point I was limping along at about six inches a step. But about an hour later we got back to my house and I was applying folk remedies to my knee in the form of Yuengling to speed my recuperation.
One of the reasons to do this ride was that if riding was going to be a problem, let's find out now while I still have a chance to get the knee fixed and re-habbed before my intended trip to Key West.
We usually ride either the 50 or 62 (metric century) route, but I didn't want to get stuck 25 miles away when my knee finally broke, so I thought I'd do one of the shorter routes. Of course what I really wanted was an excuse to go there to get a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and my free tee shirt.
Captain Bob was still kind of in recovery from his two broken ribs (see Sometimes it rains and Sometimes it rains - Update) so it was easy to convince him that a short route was the right thing this year. He was thinking of driving the new Prius here. He doesn't have a bike rack but thought he could put down a blanket or some protection and put his bike in the back.
Because the Captain drives here from 90 miles away, I drive to the bike ride most of the time. I prefer my roof rack over the trunk rack so Thursday I decide to put the rack on. Yes, yes, it's unusual to be that far ahead of the game for me, but there I was.
If you are not familiar with Thule roof racks, they consist of a pair of load bars to which you attach various accessories. In my case, bicycle carriers. I have an older version of this Big Mouth. Where the bike carrier attaches to load bar was sliding on one of the carriers so I tried to tighten it up. That's when the lever that you push down to lock it broke. I've only had this rack for eight years and not only did something break but I go to the Thule sight and not only is it obsolete but they don't even list the model.
So on our Thursday night call I mention this and say that I can use the trunk rack. But the Captain says that he has planned on bringing his old Camry (yes he does still have a running one left) so we're OK.
We get down to Brookdale Community College a little after 10AM. We check in to get our tee shirts and water bottles and then proceed to the back where you load up on peanut butter sandwiches. They have those as well as the usual bananas. But the traditional granola snack bars, fig newtons etc are MIA! Even worse, the mix of nuts and M&Ms and such that you scoop in to sandwich bags is not there either. Why oh why did I even bother?
I did notice that the parking lot was not nearly as full as it usually is so maybe this event is going out of style. I also noticed a bagel cutter and I think, cream cheese, so maybe we're just too late for that.
We make our sandwiches, pass on the bananas and head out.
After looking at where the low end routes diverge, we decide to take 18 and 25 mile cue sheets.
A couple miles down the road and I'm thinking "hey this is good". My knee is not bothering me. It's dry and warm. The sun is warm on my back and I'm having a good time. That lasts a little while longer until I have to make my first stop. I come down on my bad knee and WOWZEE! Well, I get going and begin thinking maybe all is not well. I am especially thinking how I'm going to come to a stop the next time.
Well of course the next time eventually comes. I make sure that both feet are unclipped and I come down on the good leg. Unfortunately the road has a slight upslope. So I walk to the other side and prepare to start riding again.
Hmmmm. I can't seem to put all my weight on the bad leg so that I can start pedaling with the good leg. Likewise, I can keep my good leg on the ground, but I don't think I can put enough effort pushing with the bad foot to get going. Finally I sort of lean my chest on the handlebar which allows me to keep my left foot on the ground and I get going by pedaling with my right foot.
Eventually we come to where the 18 & 25 mile routes diverge and in a joint command decision decide that I have nothing more to prove. I'm going to call the Orthopaedic doctor on Monday so there is no point in going the longer route. Fortunately at this stop, getting going is slightly downhill so I'm fine.
The rest of the ride was uneventful. We stopped at a rest stop and they did have some fig newtons ( and more P&B of course). There was a curb there which helped me get going.
Near the end of the ride we have to cross NJ 34. This is also uphilll from the light but for the very first time I was able to slow down enough and keep in the saddle until the light turned green. The moderate hills between there and the end were no worse than any other year and thus our ride ended.
Almost.
We got back to the car and I could not get off my bike. I edged down a little so it was not upright thinking that would make swinging my leg over the top easier. I think it was a good plan. Still do. And it would have worked if I hadn't gotten caught on the seat. Next thing I know I'm sitting in the shade on the grass with my bike on top of me. My gracious captain did come over and pick up the bike. I sat there a minute and gimped to my feet.
Well I can ride with a bum leg, but can't walk very well later. At his point I was limping along at about six inches a step. But about an hour later we got back to my house and I was applying folk remedies to my knee in the form of Yuengling to speed my recuperation.
2010-04-21
Sometimes it rains - Update
When we last saw Captain Bob, he was a bloody mess but appeared to be OK. And Mrs. Captain had gotten back home and the dead Camry was in the driveway.
At the Captainette's insistence, the Captain went to the doctor. So the doctor says as you get older your brain shrinks and the doctor wanted to make sure that the Captain's brain wasn't rattling around getting damaged1. So they order x-rays or some sort of imaging and decide that the brain is OK but that he has a broken rib.
The next Saturday night, the Captain awakes in pain and decides to get thee to a hospital. There he finds out that now he has two broken ribs (however no word on any continuing brain shrinkage). So they give him somesugar pills pain pills and send him home.
The Camry is less fortunate. It needs a heart transplant. Apparently a used engine with 50% more miles than the old (but busted) engine will cost $8,000.00. A quick look at Edmunds shows us that the retail for his car is maybe $10-12,000.
After lengthy wailing on the Captain's part, the Camry heads off to the great car wash in the sky and a new Prius is now gleaming in the Captain's garage.
At the Captainette's insistence, the Captain went to the doctor. So the doctor says as you get older your brain shrinks and the doctor wanted to make sure that the Captain's brain wasn't rattling around getting damaged1. So they order x-rays or some sort of imaging and decide that the brain is OK but that he has a broken rib.
The next Saturday night, the Captain awakes in pain and decides to get thee to a hospital. There he finds out that now he has two broken ribs (however no word on any continuing brain shrinkage). So they give him some
The Camry is less fortunate. It needs a heart transplant. Apparently a used engine with 50% more miles than the old (but busted) engine will cost $8,000.00. A quick look at Edmunds shows us that the retail for his car is maybe $10-12,000.
After lengthy wailing on the Captain's part, the Camry heads off to the great car wash in the sky and a new Prius is now gleaming in the Captain's garage.
1.I've been saying for years that the Captain's brain was shrinking but no one would listen to me.
2010-04-15
Take Tea at 3
I wanted to see what all this tea party stuff was about.
I was too lazy and too cheap to get up, buy a bus ticket, and get to the bus to go to DC. So I went to Morristown to their rally (billed as for those whowere to cheap or lazy couldn't go).
The rally was held on the Morristown square. The Morristown square is in the middle of town, in the middle of the business district. The square is much like the Boston Commons but smaller. There are four intersecting streets that form a square block. That square is a park with benches and the like.
The rally was scheduled to run from 11:00 AM until 2:00 PM. I got to Morristown a little after 11 and had to spend a few minutes finding somewhere to park. I found a new parking garage a few blocks from the square.
So I missed the beginning, but caught the first speaker part way through his spiel. The speakers / speeches were pretty much what I had expected. The speeches mostly railed against big government and government spending. It was kind of having come out of Mr Peabody's WABAK machine. If it was not for the topics being government spending rather than the war in Vietnam, I would have lit one of those Winstons I smoked back then.
I thought it was a decent crowd considering most people should be at work and if you had any ambition you'd be in DC.
I would say the majority of the attendees were older, but there were a fair number of 20's & 30's as well. There were a few mothers with strollers as well as toddlers and preschoolers. I didn't see any of the left-wing sabateurs like Crash the Tea Party types.
I did see a kind of counter protest by a small group in the very back.
But I'm not sure what they were saying. Can someone tell me what MORE BLOOD WON'T CLEANSE BAD BLOOD means? Does this have anything to do with the Tea Party? Are they saying drink blood, not tea? I'm so confused. One thing I did notice was an SDS sign.
Gee, those guys are still around? I mean I know that several of those original SDS ( and Weather Underground) founders / members are presidential advisers, but I didn't know they were still on college campuses (I assume the kids were from some local college).
The Tea Party people had their signs of course. For the most part the signs were anti-taxes and government spending. The sort of thing you would expect of the Tea Party people. But I did see this one that I guess
seeks to explain the how and why of the Tea Party movement. I was thinking it might be a little more complicated than that.
Unlike the news accounts you hear, I didn't see any wild terrorist wanna-bees. No hitler signs. I did see guns though. Strapped to the several police who were there. The hired security were armed to the teeth with a vest and walkie-talkie.
The only sign I saw which was a bit obnoxious was this one:
But I also thought it was kind of funny too. If this is the worst the Tea Party has, I think Bill Clinton needs to look elsewhere for his terrorist concerns.
I was too lazy and too cheap to get up, buy a bus ticket, and get to the bus to go to DC. So I went to Morristown to their rally (billed as for those who
The rally was held on the Morristown square. The Morristown square is in the middle of town, in the middle of the business district. The square is much like the Boston Commons but smaller. There are four intersecting streets that form a square block. That square is a park with benches and the like.
The rally was scheduled to run from 11:00 AM until 2:00 PM. I got to Morristown a little after 11 and had to spend a few minutes finding somewhere to park. I found a new parking garage a few blocks from the square.
So I missed the beginning, but caught the first speaker part way through his spiel. The speakers / speeches were pretty much what I had expected. The speeches mostly railed against big government and government spending. It was kind of having come out of Mr Peabody's WABAK machine. If it was not for the topics being government spending rather than the war in Vietnam, I would have lit one of those Winstons I smoked back then.
I thought it was a decent crowd considering most people should be at work and if you had any ambition you'd be in DC.
I would say the majority of the attendees were older, but there were a fair number of 20's & 30's as well. There were a few mothers with strollers as well as toddlers and preschoolers. I didn't see any of the left-wing sabateurs like Crash the Tea Party types.
I did see a kind of counter protest by a small group in the very back.
But I'm not sure what they were saying. Can someone tell me what MORE BLOOD WON'T CLEANSE BAD BLOOD means? Does this have anything to do with the Tea Party? Are they saying drink blood, not tea? I'm so confused. One thing I did notice was an SDS sign.
Gee, those guys are still around? I mean I know that several of those original SDS ( and Weather Underground) founders / members are presidential advisers, but I didn't know they were still on college campuses (I assume the kids were from some local college).
The Tea Party people had their signs of course. For the most part the signs were anti-taxes and government spending. The sort of thing you would expect of the Tea Party people. But I did see this one that I guess
Unlike the news accounts you hear, I didn't see any wild terrorist wanna-bees. No hitler signs. I did see guns though. Strapped to the several police who were there. The hired security were armed to the teeth with a vest and walkie-talkie.
The only sign I saw which was a bit obnoxious was this one:
But I also thought it was kind of funny too. If this is the worst the Tea Party has, I think Bill Clinton needs to look elsewhere for his terrorist concerns.
2010-04-04
Sometimes it rains
For the last couple years, my sister has hosted an Easter get together. Given my knee problems and how the clock is getting ever closer to when I'm supposed to hop on my bike and head for Florida, I decided to ride there to get a sense on how my knee would react.
Originally I was going solo, but at the last minute, Captain Bob decided he would join me. We decided to mostly ride our standard route. We did decide to avoid the bastard hill by swinging over to Route 206. From there we wound through Princeton until we got back on track.
About 3 miles from sis's, we were going through an intersection. I was about 20 feet behind the captain. As I watched helplessly, a gold Hyundai went about halfway past the captain and turned right.
The captain was down.
The woman did stop about 20 feet up the cross road. I asked the captain if he was alright, etc. He said he was OK and actually seemed to be. Turned out that he didn't have even the smallest patch of road rash. The most significant problem was a broken helmet.
The woman moved her car in to a parking lot. I fiddled with my Droid camera trying to figure out how it worked. I figured I should take pictures of what I could for record keeping. Most importantly, I wanted to get a pic of the rear of her car in case she bolted so I'd have the license number (turns out those fears were completely unfounded).
We moved our bicyles over to where she had parked. She was about to give out her info when the police came. The most amazing part was that any given time, there must have been at least 3 police/EMT vehicles there. Another would come and one would go. By the end there must have been 8-12 different vehicles show up.
The EMTs felt up the captain, took his blood pressure, etc. The captain refused treatment and they called off the ambulance.
I called my sister and related just a bit of information to get their imagination going. I basically said that we were delayed and I was trying to keep the captain out of jail.
Captain Bob declined filing a report so the last police officier left and we got on our way. His front fender was rubbing the tire so we performed a quick adjustment and then really got on our way.
About a mile down the road as we were discussing the accident, the captain ran in to a curb and went down again. This time, the blood was flowing all over the place. It was like the Monty Python Black Knight skit.
Somehow we dealt with accident 2. We had to adjust his fender again, but then we were on our way.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and we got to sis's without further incident.
But after a while, the captain was on the cell phone talking to Mrs. Captain. She isn't at sis's because Mrs. Captain is visiting her daughter for Easter. She has gotten back to Pennsylvania. Just to the I78 tollbooth. Her car has died.
Fortunately, AAA was on the way and that seemed to end well as the last I heard Mrs. Captain was back and home with her dead car. Captain called when he got home later that night. We'll have to see how he is after his doctor visit.
Originally I was going solo, but at the last minute, Captain Bob decided he would join me. We decided to mostly ride our standard route. We did decide to avoid the bastard hill by swinging over to Route 206. From there we wound through Princeton until we got back on track.
About 3 miles from sis's, we were going through an intersection. I was about 20 feet behind the captain. As I watched helplessly, a gold Hyundai went about halfway past the captain and turned right.
The captain was down.
The woman did stop about 20 feet up the cross road. I asked the captain if he was alright, etc. He said he was OK and actually seemed to be. Turned out that he didn't have even the smallest patch of road rash. The most significant problem was a broken helmet.
The woman moved her car in to a parking lot. I fiddled with my Droid camera trying to figure out how it worked. I figured I should take pictures of what I could for record keeping. Most importantly, I wanted to get a pic of the rear of her car in case she bolted so I'd have the license number (turns out those fears were completely unfounded).
We moved our bicyles over to where she had parked. She was about to give out her info when the police came. The most amazing part was that any given time, there must have been at least 3 police/EMT vehicles there. Another would come and one would go. By the end there must have been 8-12 different vehicles show up.
The EMTs felt up the captain, took his blood pressure, etc. The captain refused treatment and they called off the ambulance.
I called my sister and related just a bit of information to get their imagination going. I basically said that we were delayed and I was trying to keep the captain out of jail.
Captain Bob declined filing a report so the last police officier left and we got on our way. His front fender was rubbing the tire so we performed a quick adjustment and then really got on our way.
About a mile down the road as we were discussing the accident, the captain ran in to a curb and went down again. This time, the blood was flowing all over the place. It was like the Monty Python Black Knight skit.
Somehow we dealt with accident 2. We had to adjust his fender again, but then we were on our way.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and we got to sis's without further incident.
But after a while, the captain was on the cell phone talking to Mrs. Captain. She isn't at sis's because Mrs. Captain is visiting her daughter for Easter. She has gotten back to Pennsylvania. Just to the I78 tollbooth. Her car has died.
Fortunately, AAA was on the way and that seemed to end well as the last I heard Mrs. Captain was back and home with her dead car. Captain called when he got home later that night. We'll have to see how he is after his doctor visit.