The accident in the California desert has done a great job of dividing two communities that I consider myself a (more or less active) part of. In the off-highway-vehicle and mountain bike communities the debate that has come out of this tragedy is, surprisingly not event safety, but one that revolves around access and / or closure of public lands.
Save the planet. Kill yourself.
Perhaps the above is a bit absurd, but it is the answer if we take these arguments to the extreme. Denying access of any group(s) to deserts, forests, coasts, etc. is an extreme measure and as such should only be used in extreme cases. There are some resources that we need to protect at this level. However, not all nature falls into this category.
Jumping directions for a moment, we need to consider the implications of successful of OHV bans. To enact initial legislation to get public lands closed to any group is a large investment of time and money. However, once the process has been initiated -the precedent set- it becomes much easier to ban access to other groups. This means that just because an area is deemed too sensitive to vehicular traffic, does not mean that in five years someone won't deem it too sensitive for bike traffic and finally foot traffic.
Do we really want to limit access of natural lands and waters only to their government appointed guardians? Not me!
What can we do? Educate ourselves. Realize that there are sensitive areas and there are stable areas. In much the same way that there are sensible OHV users (and mtb-ers) as well as morons who live for the loud-pedal (skidiots in the mtb world). We need to be able to distinguish between the opposite poles of these two very inhomogeneous groups and the many shades of gray in between. Then we need to react to each accordingly, be it the guy who wanders off track due to lack of understanding the implications or the flora that is disappearing from an area as a result of something completely unrelated to human influences.
I would like to be able to recreate in the desert, mtns, etc. I hope my kids and their kids can too. Closing access at random because of incidents that are not environmentally relevant is not the answer. Tearing hell-bent through the crypto-biotic soils of Moab is also not the answer.
For the record, I sure hope desert racing is not done for. I have never seen one and I sure hope to someday see the Cali 200 or the KOH finals...from a safe distance. I also like to enjoy the wilderness without vehicles, which is pretty easy if you take the time to plan accordingly and realize that you have to share the planet.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
It must run in the family
So, I finally went to DMV today to get my Oregon license. I showed the lady at the counter my passport, VA driver's license, birth certificate, SS card, two utility bills and the neatly "typed" out application for a license. She took my $5 check, entered a bunch of info into her terminal, turned the monitor toward me and asked me to check spelling, etc. that she had processed. Just as I was thinking how easy the whole process was, she looked up and sighed, "oh dear, there is a problem."
I think that those are the last words that anyone ever wants to hear from a public servant. Coming from a DMV lady, it was terrifying even if she wasn't. She kindly explained that the state of Colorado had listed me on the National Motor Vehicle Registry as having a suspended license. Right there -no kidding- I was able to feel my blood pressure jump. A little flush to the face, a faint ringing in the ears, the eyes were a little teary and the room turned just the faintest shade of red. I wonder if someday I'll make the front page of the Oregonian or the 6 O'clock news for not being able to swallow the rage back.
I muttered something not quite as under my breath as I should have about the lousy bastards who can't do a goddamned thing right and then quickly apologized to the alarmed looking DMV lady. I asked her for as much info as she had, which included a ticket number from Kansas and a phone number in Denver.
I went out to the car and called CO DMV pronto. At this point I need to do a little explaining. In December 2000 I flew from Germany back to Colorado to attend my hooding ceremony and pick up my lovely dog Hannah. Due to cold weather, I could not fly back to Cape Cod where the family was gathering for Christmas. The only way to get Hannah and me to the Cod for Christmas was to drive a rental. On December 20th I left Denver international airport in some American sedan that was completely unremarkable accept for its big motor. Four hours later I was getting pulled over by Kansas trooper who cut me a real break on the speeding ticket he gave me. I was doing at least 100 mph...the roads were empty and the weather was supposed to be getting bad later in the week...and I was in rush to get home for Christmas,
When I got back to Germany, I put off paying the ticket -I was flat broke- and eventually forgot it altogether. Forgot it until it was time to renew my CO license in May 2005 and got denied for having a suspended license. Thankfully by that point I had a German license, which even more thankfully is legal for driving in Uhmerica. I immediately tracked down the ticket and paid it. In September of 2005 I received a "notice of withdrawal of suspension" from the Thomas County Court. A call to the clerk in Thomas County KS and the CO DMV. Both groups assured me that the info would be shared and my record would be corrected. Six months later upon moving back to the USA, I applied for and received my Virginia driver's license. No mention of Colorado, Kansas, speeding tickets or suspended licenses. Although the VA DMV did punch a big hole in my CO license, but they do that to everyone I guess.
Now, we can go back to the call to the CO DMV this afternoon. I got through to a live person after 17 minutes on hold, which was quicker than the 20 minutes that the recording had indicated. No complaints there. The second person with whom I spoke explained that the CO DMV had not received information regarding my payment from Thomas County KS and that my license was still suspended. The women informed me that it is standard procedure for KS DMV to notify CO DMV when a fine has been paid and that not such record existed. She also told me that I would need to pay the fine in KS and then apply and, naturally, pay for reinstatement of my CO license. I told her I didn't want or need a CO license and she told me to call Kansas. She also gave me the same telephone number that I got from CO DMV back in 2005. Calling the telephone number this time yielded the same result it had back in 2005 - a recording blaring in my already ringing ears that the number had been disconnected. Luckily, by this point I was dazed and couldn't do myself, anyone or anything harm.
I still have all of my bills, bank statements and related notes for the past 10 years and I was able to find the correct telephone number in KS and the original "notice of withdrawal of suspension." The states of CO and KS were done for the week by time I found the relevant info, so, I will be drafting a cordial and respectful letter to the CO DMV requesting immediate attention to this matter that of their oversight that is jeopardizing my livelihood.
In the meantime I am wrapping up this little rant with the following thought.
The state governments of CO, KS and OR were able to communicate very effectively to each other that at some point I did indeed have a suspended license. In doing this they are also very effectively able to hinder me from obtaining document that is critical to my ability to function in American society. The state governments of CO, KS and OR are, however, either unable or unwilling to effectively communicate to each other that I have "made good" and paid my debt. Even more infuriating is the fact that I, a private citizen, have an official interstate document in my possession that the state of CO should have, but claims to have no record of.
Is it a conspiracy? I doubt it. These fucking morons couldn't conspire their way out of a wet paper bag.
I think that those are the last words that anyone ever wants to hear from a public servant. Coming from a DMV lady, it was terrifying even if she wasn't. She kindly explained that the state of Colorado had listed me on the National Motor Vehicle Registry as having a suspended license. Right there -no kidding- I was able to feel my blood pressure jump. A little flush to the face, a faint ringing in the ears, the eyes were a little teary and the room turned just the faintest shade of red. I wonder if someday I'll make the front page of the Oregonian or the 6 O'clock news for not being able to swallow the rage back.
I muttered something not quite as under my breath as I should have about the lousy bastards who can't do a goddamned thing right and then quickly apologized to the alarmed looking DMV lady. I asked her for as much info as she had, which included a ticket number from Kansas and a phone number in Denver.
I went out to the car and called CO DMV pronto. At this point I need to do a little explaining. In December 2000 I flew from Germany back to Colorado to attend my hooding ceremony and pick up my lovely dog Hannah. Due to cold weather, I could not fly back to Cape Cod where the family was gathering for Christmas. The only way to get Hannah and me to the Cod for Christmas was to drive a rental. On December 20th I left Denver international airport in some American sedan that was completely unremarkable accept for its big motor. Four hours later I was getting pulled over by Kansas trooper who cut me a real break on the speeding ticket he gave me. I was doing at least 100 mph...the roads were empty and the weather was supposed to be getting bad later in the week...and I was in rush to get home for Christmas,
When I got back to Germany, I put off paying the ticket -I was flat broke- and eventually forgot it altogether. Forgot it until it was time to renew my CO license in May 2005 and got denied for having a suspended license. Thankfully by that point I had a German license, which even more thankfully is legal for driving in Uhmerica. I immediately tracked down the ticket and paid it. In September of 2005 I received a "notice of withdrawal of suspension" from the Thomas County Court. A call to the clerk in Thomas County KS and the CO DMV. Both groups assured me that the info would be shared and my record would be corrected. Six months later upon moving back to the USA, I applied for and received my Virginia driver's license. No mention of Colorado, Kansas, speeding tickets or suspended licenses. Although the VA DMV did punch a big hole in my CO license, but they do that to everyone I guess.
Now, we can go back to the call to the CO DMV this afternoon. I got through to a live person after 17 minutes on hold, which was quicker than the 20 minutes that the recording had indicated. No complaints there. The second person with whom I spoke explained that the CO DMV had not received information regarding my payment from Thomas County KS and that my license was still suspended. The women informed me that it is standard procedure for KS DMV to notify CO DMV when a fine has been paid and that not such record existed. She also told me that I would need to pay the fine in KS and then apply and, naturally, pay for reinstatement of my CO license. I told her I didn't want or need a CO license and she told me to call Kansas. She also gave me the same telephone number that I got from CO DMV back in 2005. Calling the telephone number this time yielded the same result it had back in 2005 - a recording blaring in my already ringing ears that the number had been disconnected. Luckily, by this point I was dazed and couldn't do myself, anyone or anything harm.
I still have all of my bills, bank statements and related notes for the past 10 years and I was able to find the correct telephone number in KS and the original "notice of withdrawal of suspension." The states of CO and KS were done for the week by time I found the relevant info, so, I will be drafting a cordial and respectful letter to the CO DMV requesting immediate attention to this matter that of their oversight that is jeopardizing my livelihood.
In the meantime I am wrapping up this little rant with the following thought.
The state governments of CO, KS and OR were able to communicate very effectively to each other that at some point I did indeed have a suspended license. In doing this they are also very effectively able to hinder me from obtaining document that is critical to my ability to function in American society. The state governments of CO, KS and OR are, however, either unable or unwilling to effectively communicate to each other that I have "made good" and paid my debt. Even more infuriating is the fact that I, a private citizen, have an official interstate document in my possession that the state of CO should have, but claims to have no record of.
Is it a conspiracy? I doubt it. These fucking morons couldn't conspire their way out of a wet paper bag.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Local Pride gone awry
I think the growing tendency for Americans to take pride in their communities is a great trend. I love the idea of local food and drink in particular. The only thing better than buying from local sources is growing your own. However, I think taking pride to the extreme that some do borders on xenophobia. Being proud of one's community and heritage does not give one the right to belittle, degrade or scorn someone else's community.
I don't bring this topic up because of international politics, the crisis in the EU or the Iranian nut-jobs. I now live in a place that is immensely proud. Proud of its beauty, proud of its food, proud of its wine, proud of its history...well proud of damned near everything. In my opinion Oregon has excellent reason to be proud of many things. The local produce IS great. There ARE some fantastic Pinot Noirs to be found here. All of that said, there are some things that Oregon should not be proud of. The story in the link below is not one of them. (EDIT for whatever reason I cannot get the HTML tags to make the the link live, so you will have to cut & paste. Sorry.)
http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/index.ssf/2010/05/portland_pig_cook-off_followed.html
For those who are too busy to click and / or read, the article is about a chef from the town I live in who got into a fist fight, got maced by police and subsequently arrested, because he was angry about a local event not using local pork.
Akiko and I had my birthday dinner at Berchard's (the chef in the article) restaurant here in McMinnville last weekend. We were impressed by his dedication to local food and the cool atmosphere of his restaurant. The beer and wine selection was excellent too. The beer was brewed by Heater Allen right here in McMinnville; literally right up the block from us. Akiko has two classes with the brewer's daughter at the local college. The wines were all local and the woman running the bar happened to be a friend of a friend. The food was unique, if not the best we ever ate, but Akiko and I ridiculously critical of restaurant food.
As I read the linked the article this morning in the paper, I laughed out loud. I wasn't shocked, but as I read further it made me sad. Perhaps I should respect him for being so passionate about what he believes in. Maybe it was just the wine and booze talking and not a true indicator of who he is. Mostly it just makes him look like an intolerant little prima-dona, who, sadly, is the poster boy of the day for the region that I live in.
I don't bring this topic up because of international politics, the crisis in the EU or the Iranian nut-jobs. I now live in a place that is immensely proud. Proud of its beauty, proud of its food, proud of its wine, proud of its history...well proud of damned near everything. In my opinion Oregon has excellent reason to be proud of many things. The local produce IS great. There ARE some fantastic Pinot Noirs to be found here. All of that said, there are some things that Oregon should not be proud of. The story in the link below is not one of them. (EDIT for whatever reason I cannot get the HTML tags to make the the link live, so you will have to cut & paste. Sorry.)
http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/index.ssf/2010/05/portland_pig_cook-off_followed.html
For those who are too busy to click and / or read, the article is about a chef from the town I live in who got into a fist fight, got maced by police and subsequently arrested, because he was angry about a local event not using local pork.
Akiko and I had my birthday dinner at Berchard's (the chef in the article) restaurant here in McMinnville last weekend. We were impressed by his dedication to local food and the cool atmosphere of his restaurant. The beer and wine selection was excellent too. The beer was brewed by Heater Allen right here in McMinnville; literally right up the block from us. Akiko has two classes with the brewer's daughter at the local college. The wines were all local and the woman running the bar happened to be a friend of a friend. The food was unique, if not the best we ever ate, but Akiko and I ridiculously critical of restaurant food.
As I read the linked the article this morning in the paper, I laughed out loud. I wasn't shocked, but as I read further it made me sad. Perhaps I should respect him for being so passionate about what he believes in. Maybe it was just the wine and booze talking and not a true indicator of who he is. Mostly it just makes him look like an intolerant little prima-dona, who, sadly, is the poster boy of the day for the region that I live in.
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