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The Ferret:
Admiration from me for one lol
Cormanus:
There you go, peterbaron, what could be better than the Ferret’s admiration and the knowledge that an angel will be awarded wings?
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This is very serious offer, possible even lifetime opportunity...consult with Popgun and GO (1 RLET) I must...
P.S. GO is MiA for a while??????
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Just a quick FYI:
The last person asked to join the skunkworks crew was also the first to be asked to leave — all in less than one day! I realize that some of you might think I'm taking a few liberties with this particular recollection but I can assure you that is not the case. I mean it took us far longer to get this kid set up and settled in down at the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks top-secret development annex than it did to realize that he was not the right fit for the skunkworks outfit (that frankly we ALL had hoped he would be). The lads down at the annex are never going to let me forget all of the time and expense that went into getting things ready for him over in Terminal 3 in preparation for his arrival. At this point I can't say that I blame them.
We had set aside the standard dedicated space for him equipped with three lift tables, two 8' long custom tool chests, each one full of tools that were custom-manufactured over in Terminal 5 to the exact specification called for in the designs he had sent us a good two days in advance of his start date. That thoughtfulness gave the tool manufacturing unit enough time to not only engrave each and every tool with the Honda CB1100 Forum Sunkworks logo, but they also laser etched his initials in addition to each tool's serial number without telling me just to surprise the kid. (Man, did that ever come back to bite us.) He of course had his own dedicated mainframe just like everyone else complete with it's own UPS (that was in addition to the level 2 UPS and the Terminal 3 master UPS). Of course access to all of the common fabrication areas located throughout Terminal 3 was a given.
As if that weren't enough, I really stuck my neck out for this kid and offered up the one perk that he could not say no to. One that the others in the annex won't be able to lay claim to until after spending a minimum of 3 months time on the skunkworks crew. (At this point I would note that turn-over within the crew is high and the majority of those who enter the annex upon invitation rarely last more than a year.) If that sounds questionable, then I would ask you all to keep in mind that this is really quite remarkable given the intensity of the work itself combined with the 'round-the-clock non-stop pressure these young geniuses face while pushing each other to their wit's end in an attempt (as naive as it may be) to live up to the unworldly standards that the members of CB1100 Forum have come to expect. Yes, I granted him special security clearance to the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station — open 24x7.
I'll tell you, I almost lost a couple of my brightest young test riders over that call and in hindsight I can't say that I blame them at all. I can tell you this with the utmost of sincerity: I'll never make a mistake of this magnitude on such misguided choice ever again. I guess that I was just so wowed by this kid's apparent brilliance that I simply threw caution to the wind.
Anyway, after introducing him to most of the others who were assigned to level 2 over in Terminal 3 within the secret annex (that took 1 hour at the most), he attended the 2-hour VR Terminal 3 orientation session while I checked in with some of the other fellas who I had not seen in the T3 cafeteria the last few times I had eaten there (If I'm being honest, I've come to prefer the food over at the annex's recreation center — they make a heck of a smoothie since supercharging the blenders.) Anyway, after ensuring that the kid was properly set up with his tracking device before leaving the VR center, I personally took him for a quick tour of the rest of the terminal.
That took all of three and a half, four hours tops (I had erred in my decision to skip the high-speed moving walkway in corridor C instead choosing to walk down corridor D which of course ended up leading us right past the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station.) To be fair it had been while since i visited with the boys down in sub-level 1 and I simply got the configuration of corridors A and B confused with C and D where things are reversed and the high-speed moving walkway is assigned to the corridor on the eastern side of the sub-level 1 instead of on the western side and the G-force simulator is next to the walking corridor instead of the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station. I don't know, maybe my memory is just starting to fail me. At any rate i had the kid back in his space well before 4 p.m..
The day was already coming to it's midway point by then and I was a little concerned that maybe this kid growing a bit bored by then. I wondered to myself if perhaps the VR orientation session for Terminal 3 was really necessary. It was right about then when I remembered that the ergonomic assistant assigned to this kid had been called to fill in for someone else over in Terminal 6 earlier that day. The time that would have normally been spent between the EA and the kid dialing in all of the presets for his chair, desk, monitors, lighting, workbenches, and the reclining seat in the mood stimulation pod would now be free. That wouldn't exactly provide me with the kind of time I would normally like to have for a quick heart to heart but I was hoping to get a sense of whether or not this kid was feeling it or not. You know, just wanting to make sure that I hadn't oversold the whole Skunkworks experience to him during the course of the first four interviews.
This is about where I'm going to get into the part where you might think I'm pulling your legs, but I would add that nothing like this has ever happened down at the annex before so please hear me out. The kid quickly cut our conversation short. He assured me that he was not only excited to be involved with the Skunkworks operation, but that it had been his dream for over a week. (I got a little choked up at that point.) It was then that he let me know that he would have signed on with us even if he would have had to wait the standard 3 months for his the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station clearance to come through. (That little son of a gun, I couldn't help but chortle out loud at his confession.) It was right after that confession that he dropped the real bombshell on me.
He told me that he had already had a worked up a detailed initial proposal and that it was ready to be presented to the Skunkworks council for consideration later that afternoon, with hopes that he might be able to have working prototypes ready later that week. I was impressed as I had yet to inform him of the Skunkworks council. This kid was good! Visions of breaking ground on Terminal 11 were already running through my mind. I looked him straight in the eye and said alright then, let's see it. This was the first time I had been able to detect any sort of emotion on the kids face — he was clearly excited, as was I!
The image of his design had appeared for less than a second before my heart sank and came crashing down like a rare hand-laced vintage rim wrapped in an under-inflated tire slamming into a sharp-edged pothole at high speed. Right there in front of my face was a monstrosity that could have filled my worst nightmares for a month of Sundays:
A re-designed RLET!
I quickly knocked the tablet from his hands and stomped on it repeatedly. It was all I could do to prevent myself from doing the same to him. He looked at me in utter disbelief, speechless and frozen. After about 30 minutes I managed to calm down. He hadn't moved at all during that time. Any other mistake I could have forgiven. Heck I could forgive a whole slew of mistakes by the same individual if a kid really has a passion for perfection. But that's just the thing — passion, ingenuity, creativity, competence, and fearlessness are wonderful things. When you find a person who manages to exhibit all of those traits and who would like to help you change the world one CB1100 at a time, it just doesn't get much better than that. But just as the engines in our CB1100's require air, spark, fuel and compression to run, they won't get far without lubrication. Not to start an oil war within this thread but you do need oil, whatever brand it might be. So it goes with people who have ingenuity, creativity, competence, and fearlessness. Those things are all good things to have, especially when driven by passion. But if common sense is absent from the mix then that person just isn't going to make nearly as far down the road in their lifetime as those who are missing all of these things yet who have common sense. Of course those who are going to be part of CB1100 Forum Skunkworks crew need to have it all.
As I accompanied the kid down the length of the level 2 service corridor if felt like the longest walk I had ever made in my life. After reaching the end or the corridor we stood there silently in front of the large pair of sliding steel doors. It was then that I noticed he still was clutching the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks coffee cup in his hands. It took a bit of effort on my part to pry the cup from his fingers. It was right about that time that the steel doors slide open so I ushered him into the service elevator that would take him to the Terminal 3 loading docks I once again looked him in the eye. This time I took pity on him. I didn't give him back the mug, instead I gave him something far more valuable. I shared with him the basic tenet that every member of the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks crew lives by.
The goal to achieve perfection within ourselves is reflected in the very products that we produce. The drive to be an even better version of ourselves tomorrow, and every day that follows tomorrow is what helps us succeed in making every new generation of those products better than those proceeding them. Since the existence of perfection is so incredibly rare, we owe it to ourselves to be able to instantly identify and honor such examples. Through our recognition of the RLET as the ultimate example of perfection, we put our skills at work where actual improvements can be made instead of wasting them on things where improvement is impossible. The RLET does not just represent perfection, but is also the perfect teacher in the pursuit of perfection.
As the doors began to close he looked at me and simply said "thank you". It was then that I knew he realized that he wasn't worthy of the coffee cup and I felt just a little bit better. After the doors came to a close I contacted the guards that were awaiting him in order to escort him to the annex's exit gate. I explained to them that I had been a bit hard on the kid and asked them to give him a set of RLET's before sending him on his way. Trust me, I did not tell them the details of what the kid had shared with me, he had a tough enough time of it already.
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(03-21-2020, 10:35 AM)Guth_imp Wrote: Just a quick FYI:
The last person asked to join the skunkworks crew was also the first to be asked to leave — all in less than one day! I realize that some of you might think I'm taking a few liberties with this particular recollection but I can assure you that is not the case. I mean it took us far longer to get this kid set up and settled in down at the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks top-secret development annex than it did to realize that he was not the right fit for the skunkworks outfit (that frankly we ALL had hoped he would be). The lads down at the annex are never going to let me forget all of the time and expense that went into getting things ready for him over in Terminal 3 in preparation for his arrival. At this point I can't say that I blame them.
We had set aside the standard dedicated space for him equipped with three lift tables, two 8' long custom tool chests, each one full of tools that were custom-manufactured over in Terminal 5 to the exact specification called for in the designs he had sent us a good two days in advance of his start date. That thoughtfulness gave the tool manufacturing unit enough time to not only engrave each and every tool with the Honda CB1100 Forum Sunkworks logo, but they also laser etched his initials in addition to each tool's serial number without telling me just to surprise the kid. (Man, did that ever come back to bite us.) He of course had his own dedicated mainframe just like everyone else complete with it's own UPS (that was in addition to the level 2 UPS and the Terminal 3 master UPS). Of course access to all of the common fabrication areas located throughout Terminal 3 was a given.
As if that weren't enough, I really stuck my neck out for this kid and offered up the one perk that he could not say no to. One that the others in the annex won't be able to lay claim to until after spending a minimum of 3 months time on the skunkworks crew. (At this point I would note that turn-over within the crew is high and the majority of those who enter the annex upon invitation rarely last more than a year.) If that sounds questionable, then I would ask you all to keep in mind that this is really quite remarkable given the intensity of the work itself combined with the 'round-the-clock non-stop pressure these young geniuses face while pushing each other to their wit's end in an attempt (as naive as it may be) to live up to the unworldly standards that the members of CB1100 Forum have come to expect. Yes, I granted him special security clearance to the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station — open 24x7.
I'll tell you, I almost lost a couple of my brightest young test riders over that call and in hindsight I can't say that I blame them at all. I can tell you this with the utmost of sincerity: I'll never make a mistake of this magnitude on such misguided choice ever again. I guess that I was just so wowed by this kid's apparent brilliance that I simply threw caution to the wind.
Anyway, after introducing him to most of the others who were assigned to level 2 over in Terminal 3 within the secret annex (that took 1 hour at the most), he attended the 2-hour VR Terminal 3 orientation session while I checked in with some of the other fellas who I had not seen in the T3 cafeteria the last few times I had eaten there (If I'm being honest, I've come to prefer the food over at the annex's recreation center — they make a heck of a smoothie since supercharging the blenders.) Anyway, after ensuring that the kid was properly set up with his tracking device before leaving the VR center, I personally took him for a quick tour of the rest of the terminal.
That took all of three and a half, four hours tops (I had erred in my decision to skip the high-speed moving walkway in corridor C instead choosing to walk down corridor D which of course ended up leading us right past the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station.) To be fair it had been while since i visited with the boys down in sub-level 1 and I simply got the configuration of corridors A and B confused with C and D where things are reversed and the high-speed moving walkway is assigned to the corridor on the eastern side of the sub-level 1 instead of on the western side and the G-force simulator is next to the walking corridor instead of the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station. I don't know, maybe my memory is just starting to fail me. At any rate i had the kid back in his space well before 4 p.m..
The day was already coming to it's midway point by then and I was a little concerned that maybe this kid growing a bit bored by then. I wondered to myself if perhaps the VR orientation session for Terminal 3 was really necessary. It was right about then when I remembered that the ergonomic assistant assigned to this kid had been called to fill in for someone else over in Terminal 6 earlier that day. The time that would have normally been spent between the EA and the kid dialing in all of the presets for his chair, desk, monitors, lighting, workbenches, and the reclining seat in the mood stimulation pod would now be free. That wouldn't exactly provide me with the kind of time I would normally like to have for a quick heart to heart but I was hoping to get a sense of whether or not this kid was feeling it or not. You know, just wanting to make sure that I hadn't oversold the whole Skunkworks experience to him during the course of the first four interviews.
This is about where I'm going to get into the part where you might think I'm pulling your legs, but I would add that nothing like this has ever happened down at the annex before so please hear me out. The kid quickly cut our conversation short. He assured me that he was not only excited to be involved with the Skunkworks operation, but that it had been his dream for over a week. (I got a little choked up at that point.) It was then that he let me know that he would have signed on with us even if he would have had to wait the standard 3 months for his the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station clearance to come through. (That little son of a gun, I couldn't help but chortle out loud at his confession.) It was right after that confession that he dropped the real bombshell on me.
He told me that he had already had a worked up a detailed initial proposal and that it was ready to be presented to the Skunkworks council for consideration later that afternoon, with hopes that he might be able to have working prototypes ready later that week. I was impressed as I had yet to inform him of the Skunkworks council. This kid was good! Visions of breaking ground on Terminal 11 were already running through my mind. I looked him straight in the eye and said alright then, let's see it. This was the first time I had been able to detect any sort of emotion on the kids face — he was clearly excited, as was I!
The image of his design had appeared for less than a second before my heart sank and came crashing down like a rare hand-laced vintage rim wrapped in an under-inflated tire slamming into a sharp-edged pothole at high speed. Right there in front of my face was a monstrosity that could have filled my worst nightmares for a month of Sundays:
A re-designed RLET!
I quickly knocked the tablet from his hands and stomped on it repeatedly. It was all I could do to prevent myself from doing the same to him. He looked at me in utter disbelief, speechless and frozen. After about 30 minutes I managed to calm down. He hadn't moved at all during that time. Any other mistake I could have forgiven. Heck I could forgive a whole slew of mistakes by the same individual if a kid really has a passion for perfection. But that's just the thing — passion, ingenuity, creativity, competence, and fearlessness are wonderful things. When you find a person who manages to exhibit all of those traits and who would like to help you change the world one CB1100 at a time, it just doesn't get much better than that. But just as the engines in our CB1100's require air, spark, fuel and compression to run, they won't get far without lubrication. Not to start an oil war within this thread but you do need oil, whatever brand it might be. So it goes with people who have ingenuity, creativity, competence, and fearlessness. Those things are all good things to have, especially when driven by passion. But if common sense is absent from the mix then that person just isn't going to make nearly as far down the road in their lifetime as those who are missing all of these things yet who have common sense. Of course those who are going to be part of CB1100 Forum Skunkworks crew need to have it all.
As I accompanied the kid down the length of the level 2 service corridor if felt like the longest walk I had ever made in my life. After reaching the end or the corridor we stood there silently in front of the large pair of sliding steel doors. It was then that I noticed he still was clutching the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks coffee cup in his hands. It took a bit of effort on my part to pry the cup from his fingers. It was right about that time that the steel doors slide open so I ushered him into the service elevator that would take him to the Terminal 3 loading docks I once again looked him in the eye. This time I took pity on him. I didn't give him back the mug, instead I gave him something far more valuable. I shared with him the basic tenet that every member of the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks crew lives by.
The goal to achieve perfection within ourselves is reflected in the very products that we produce. The drive to be an even better version of ourselves tomorrow, and every day that follows tomorrow is what helps us succeed in making every new generation of those products better than those proceeding them. Since the existence of perfection is so incredibly rare, we owe it to ourselves to be able to instantly identify and honor such examples. Through our recognition of the RLET as the ultimate example of perfection, we put our skills at work where actual improvements can be made instead of wasting them on things where improvement is impossible. The RLET does not just represent perfection, but is also the perfect teacher in the pursuit of perfection.
As the doors began to close he looked at me and simply said "thank you". It was then that I knew he realized that he wasn't worthy of the coffee cup and I felt just a little bit better. After the doors came to a close I contacted the guards that were awaiting him in order to escort him to the annex's exit gate. I explained to them that I had been a bit hard on the kid and asked them to give him a set of RLET's before sending him on his way. Trust me, I did not tell them the details of what the kid had shared with me, he had a tough enough time of it already.
Holly Molly, I see the Oregon state-wide quarenteen already went into effect! 
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Uh, Guth, could you repeat that?
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(03-21-2020, 11:06 AM)pdedse_imp Wrote: (03-21-2020, 10:35 AM)Guth_imp Wrote: Just a quick FYI:
The last person asked to join the skunkworks crew was also the first to be asked to leave — all in less than one day! I realize that some of you might think I'm taking a few liberties with this particular recollection but I can assure you that is not the case. I mean it took us far longer to get this kid set up and settled in down at the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks top-secret development annex than it did to realize that he was not the right fit for the skunkworks outfit (that frankly we ALL had hoped he would be). The lads down at the annex are never going to let me forget all of the time and expense that went into getting things ready for him over in Terminal 3 in preparation for his arrival. At this point I can't say that I blame them.
We had set aside the standard dedicated space for him equipped with three lift tables, two 8' long custom tool chests, each one full of tools that were custom-manufactured over in Terminal 5 to the exact specification called for in the designs he had sent us a good two days in advance of his start date. That thoughtfulness gave the tool manufacturing unit enough time to not only engrave each and every tool with the Honda CB1100 Forum Sunkworks logo, but they also laser etched his initials in addition to each tool's serial number without telling me just to surprise the kid. (Man, did that ever come back to bite us.) He of course had his own dedicated mainframe just like everyone else complete with it's own UPS (that was in addition to the level 2 UPS and the Terminal 3 master UPS). Of course access to all of the common fabrication areas located throughout Terminal 3 was a given.
As if that weren't enough, I really stuck my neck out for this kid and offered up the one perk that he could not say no to. One that the others in the annex won't be able to lay claim to until after spending a minimum of 3 months time on the skunkworks crew. (At this point I would note that turn-over within the crew is high and the majority of those who enter the annex upon invitation rarely last more than a year.) If that sounds questionable, then I would ask you all to keep in mind that this is really quite remarkable given the intensity of the work itself combined with the 'round-the-clock non-stop pressure these young geniuses face while pushing each other to their wit's end in an attempt (as naive as it may be) to live up to the unworldly standards that the members of CB1100 Forum have come to expect. Yes, I granted him special security clearance to the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station — open 24x7.
I'll tell you, I almost lost a couple of my brightest young test riders over that call and in hindsight I can't say that I blame them at all. I can tell you this with the utmost of sincerity: I'll never make a mistake of this magnitude on such misguided choice ever again. I guess that I was just so wowed by this kid's apparent brilliance that I simply threw caution to the wind.
Anyway, after introducing him to most of the others who were assigned to level 2 over in Terminal 3 within the secret annex (that took 1 hour at the most), he attended the 2-hour VR Terminal 3 orientation session while I checked in with some of the other fellas who I had not seen in the T3 cafeteria the last few times I had eaten there (If I'm being honest, I've come to prefer the food over at the annex's recreation center — they make a heck of a smoothie since supercharging the blenders.) Anyway, after ensuring that the kid was properly set up with his tracking device before leaving the VR center, I personally took him for a quick tour of the rest of the terminal.
That took all of three and a half, four hours tops (I had erred in my decision to skip the high-speed moving walkway in corridor C instead choosing to walk down corridor D which of course ended up leading us right past the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station.) To be fair it had been while since i visited with the boys down in sub-level 1 and I simply got the configuration of corridors A and B confused with C and D where things are reversed and the high-speed moving walkway is assigned to the corridor on the eastern side of the sub-level 1 instead of on the western side and the G-force simulator is next to the walking corridor instead of the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station. I don't know, maybe my memory is just starting to fail me. At any rate i had the kid back in his space well before 4 p.m..
The day was already coming to it's midway point by then and I was a little concerned that maybe this kid growing a bit bored by then. I wondered to myself if perhaps the VR orientation session for Terminal 3 was really necessary. It was right about then when I remembered that the ergonomic assistant assigned to this kid had been called to fill in for someone else over in Terminal 6 earlier that day. The time that would have normally been spent between the EA and the kid dialing in all of the presets for his chair, desk, monitors, lighting, workbenches, and the reclining seat in the mood stimulation pod would now be free. That wouldn't exactly provide me with the kind of time I would normally like to have for a quick heart to heart but I was hoping to get a sense of whether or not this kid was feeling it or not. You know, just wanting to make sure that I hadn't oversold the whole Skunkworks experience to him during the course of the first four interviews.
This is about where I'm going to get into the part where you might think I'm pulling your legs, but I would add that nothing like this has ever happened down at the annex before so please hear me out. The kid quickly cut our conversation short. He assured me that he was not only excited to be involved with the Skunkworks operation, but that it had been his dream for over a week. (I got a little choked up at that point.) It was then that he let me know that he would have signed on with us even if he would have had to wait the standard 3 months for his the all-you-can-eat, self-serve donut deep-fryer station clearance to come through. (That little son of a gun, I couldn't help but chortle out loud at his confession.) It was right after that confession that he dropped the real bombshell on me.
He told me that he had already had a worked up a detailed initial proposal and that it was ready to be presented to the Skunkworks council for consideration later that afternoon, with hopes that he might be able to have working prototypes ready later that week. I was impressed as I had yet to inform him of the Skunkworks council. This kid was good! Visions of breaking ground on Terminal 11 were already running through my mind. I looked him straight in the eye and said alright then, let's see it. This was the first time I had been able to detect any sort of emotion on the kids face — he was clearly excited, as was I!
The image of his design had appeared for less than a second before my heart sank and came crashing down like a rare hand-laced vintage rim wrapped in an under-inflated tire slamming into a sharp-edged pothole at high speed. Right there in front of my face was a monstrosity that could have filled my worst nightmares for a month of Sundays:
A re-designed RLET!
I quickly knocked the tablet from his hands and stomped on it repeatedly. It was all I could do to prevent myself from doing the same to him. He looked at me in utter disbelief, speechless and frozen. After about 30 minutes I managed to calm down. He hadn't moved at all during that time. Any other mistake I could have forgiven. Heck I could forgive a whole slew of mistakes by the same individual if a kid really has a passion for perfection. But that's just the thing — passion, ingenuity, creativity, competence, and fearlessness are wonderful things. When you find a person who manages to exhibit all of those traits and who would like to help you change the world one CB1100 at a time, it just doesn't get much better than that. But just as the engines in our CB1100's require air, spark, fuel and compression to run, they won't get far without lubrication. Not to start an oil war within this thread but you do need oil, whatever brand it might be. So it goes with people who have ingenuity, creativity, competence, and fearlessness. Those things are all good things to have, especially when driven by passion. But if common sense is absent from the mix then that person just isn't going to make nearly as far down the road in their lifetime as those who are missing all of these things yet who have common sense. Of course those who are going to be part of CB1100 Forum Skunkworks crew need to have it all.
As I accompanied the kid down the length of the level 2 service corridor if felt like the longest walk I had ever made in my life. After reaching the end or the corridor we stood there silently in front of the large pair of sliding steel doors. It was then that I noticed he still was clutching the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks coffee cup in his hands. It took a bit of effort on my part to pry the cup from his fingers. It was right about that time that the steel doors slide open so I ushered him into the service elevator that would take him to the Terminal 3 loading docks I once again looked him in the eye. This time I took pity on him. I didn't give him back the mug, instead I gave him something far more valuable. I shared with him the basic tenet that every member of the CB1100 Forum Skunkworks crew lives by.
The goal to achieve perfection within ourselves is reflected in the very products that we produce. The drive to be an even better version of ourselves tomorrow, and every day that follows tomorrow is what helps us succeed in making every new generation of those products better than those proceeding them. Since the existence of perfection is so incredibly rare, we owe it to ourselves to be able to instantly identify and honor such examples. Through our recognition of the RLET as the ultimate example of perfection, we put our skills at work where actual improvements can be made instead of wasting them on things where improvement is impossible. The RLET does not just represent perfection, but is also the perfect teacher in the pursuit of perfection.
As the doors began to close he looked at me and simply said "thank you". It was then that I knew he realized that he wasn't worthy of the coffee cup and I felt just a little bit better. After the doors came to a close I contacted the guards that were awaiting him in order to escort him to the annex's exit gate. I explained to them that I had been a bit hard on the kid and asked them to give him a set of RLET's before sending him on his way. Trust me, I did not tell them the details of what the kid had shared with me, he had a tough enough time of it already.
Holly Molly, I see the Oregon state-wide quarenteen already went into effect!
I put that together over the course of the past couple of evenings. But I've definitely been staying put. It's been almost 2 weeks since I left home except to walk the dogs.
(03-21-2020, 11:09 AM)pekingduck_imp Wrote: Uh, Guth, could you repeat that?
In fact, I could as I have this on a file on my laptop. But the forum's performance might suffer if I go posting this more than once. C'mon fellas, just doing my part to help everyone pass time while stuck at home. 
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so, no reflectors, I'm guessing...
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While I’ve no idea what the kid’s RLETs looked like, if he could produce one that looked the same but just slipped on and then wouldn’t come off again, would you reconsider hiring him?
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