Twenty Years Ago

Much hiking but little biking lately. Snow on the trails has made them muddy and treacherous. Wrenching on the Triumph when I can gather enough enthusiasm and patience to attack the wiring problem has been my main moto activity.

To be fair, I think I may have been my own worst enemy with this one. I tried to change too many things at once instead of taking it step-by-step. George Lucas can rest easy this time.

I ran across this old message to a friend that you might find amusing. Enjoy.

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Sorry to hear about your crash Milt. You sound as if you are unhurt which is 

the main thing.

I'm not sure what you mean by my  "death march". We've christened that puddle 

(pond?) you decided not to cross as Lake Milt.

If it will make you feel any better let me tell you my story of woe. The 

weekend before last I and my nephew were supposed to meet Dave at Whitcomb 

Summit for a ride to route sheet the rally loops. As usual I was late and 

Dave had given up on me and gone home.

Owen and I unloaded the bikes, the TA for me and my MT250 for him. You may 

remember it because of its strawberry injector oil. I didn't bring the maps 

because Dave said he had some new routes and would bring his. 

Owen and I did the first loop from memory without problem. We refilled the 

250 and took off on the 2nd loop. It went well but we had extra time before 

getting back to WS to meet Beth so I suggested we go exploring.

Off down this road we went and didn't worry as it kept getting smaller and 

rougher. Finally we were down to single track when we came upon a couple of 

hikers. Since I was on the Transalp and Owen is a new rider I decided to get 

advice about what was ahead. After some discussion I decided to keep going. I 

was assured that the trail came out to a road at the bottom of a steep hill. 

The hikers seemed to think that we could make it down without too much 

difficulty. And they were right. It was steep but by being careful we got to 

the bottom with no problems. 

But that's were our problems began. We lost the trail and it was too steep to 

go back up. After half an hour of mucking about we found the hiking trail and 

began to follow it. Problem #2 - the river. I was trying to decide how best 

to ford it since it was only about 20" deep and about 30' across but Owen 

wanted to try the foot bridge. Good idea but the end of the bridge was 30" in 

the air. So we lifted the 250 pound MT up and onto it with only minimal 

grunting and took it across. Then came the 400 pound TA. With much huffing 

and puffing we finally got it up and across.

Problem #3 - We are now on a hiking trail that has steep inclines with roots 

and sharp turns. Nothing you can get a run at and no traction. More huffing 

and puffing.

And it's getting late, and dark. Finally we just left the bikes in the woods 

and walked out by flashlight. We must have walked a couple of miles before we 

got to the road and it all looked nasty. When we got to the road we flipped a 

coin as we had no idea where we were.

A mile and a half later we came to a village and knocked on the first door we 

came to. A 75 year old woman came to the door and answered our plea for water 

and a phone. I called Beth on her cel phone and found out that she had called 

out the State Police since we were 2 1/2 hours overdue. The woman said that 

it would be easier for her to drive us to WS than to give Beth directions and 

have her get lost. What a kind soul.

When we got to WS there were two cruisers waiting. I went to tell them we 

were OK but Beth got me first and started giving me hell. The cops just stood 

there trying not to laugh at the shit I was getting. They probably thought 

that anything they were going to say was easy compared to what I was getting. 

Believe me, it was a very cold and silent ride home to CT.

-- Aftermath --

I called Dave the next morning and asked if he would come help me get the 

bikes out of the woods. I knew where the trail ended and so we hiked in from 

there. Where it seemed like a mile or two at night it was less than half a 

mile in the morning. It must have been because it was pitch black and we were 

so exhausted.

The bikes started ok and we pushed them up the first incline and got going. 

We go stuck a couple of times but nothing that was a show stopper. The big 

deal was that the trail was 6" wide next to a 25' drop into the river in a 

couple of places. Not a good place to slip or slide.

Then we got to a spot where the TA was just not going to go. A slick slope 

with roots sticking out and a tree to go around. No amount of pushing a 

shoving was getting it up and over. Luckily I had brought a block and tackle 

so we put a tie down around a tree and then hooked onto the TA's frame. It 

finally budged.

Just as we were getting going again a group of young (18-20's) hikers came 

by. The first informed us that motorized vehicles were prohibited on this 

trail. I explained that I had gotten lost and certainly had no intention on 

being here. She repeated that I wasn't supposed to be there and I tried to 

be reasonable. Finally, she led her merry band ahead but each one of the 

little tree huggers had to repeat that motorized vehicles were prohibited. 

Not one of them offered to help us and I was ready to wipe the smirk of the 

face of the last one with a tire iron. I can only hope that when one of them 

needs rescuing that I'm there to proclaim that motorized helicopters are 

prohibited and they can limp out with their broken leg.

Dave and I finally got out from there without further incident and got the 

bikes loaded on my trailer. Dave got his map out and we checked it for the 

route Owen and I had taken. It started out as a double dashed line and then 

just ended. No single dashes or dotted lines, nothing until we got to the 

trail along the river.

But we got through it in one piece. Beth calmed down after a few days of 

reminding me that this wasn't the first  "adventure" I'd ever had. I must 

admit that I didn't know there were so many synonyms for  "stupid" and  "dumb". 

Owen wasn't too put off by it all and wants to try it again in the spring but 

probably with a map next time. I'm going to be working out with weights this 

winter so that I can pick up a Transalp single handed. 

Lastly, I'd still be there pushing the TA if it weren't for Dave's help. 

Thanks!

I only wish I'd taken some pictures. ;)

J.

31 Oct 2004

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Let's try this again !!

This year I'm leading a trip across Utah on the original Pony Express Trail (all dirt but not too tough). An overnight campout at Blue Lake and then return on the original Transcontinental Railroad roadbed (all dirt and a little tougher but not technical). Anyone is welcome to join. No charge, just bring your own tent and cook pot. Details to follow.

My other plan is to traverse and document the Hastings Cutoff. This is the route the Donner Party took that led to their disaster. It's a trail that will be "lost" if people don't use it. I'm starting the research and will post as I make progress.

Stay tuned.

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Trip Prep

"Getting ready for the trip to Death Valley and Baja California is going slowly. The fact that it is going at all is a major advance over my usual Throw everything in a bag at the last moment technique!"

I wrote the above a week ago. As you can see I'm not much further along in the packing process. I need someone to tell me, "Take this, not that" Too many options leads to decision paralysis!

Frankly, I was hoping the cat would be more help!

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2022 - It has to be better

2021 ended with a crashing thud. Endless days of a non-covid flu with relentless complications that are just now getting better.

Plans for 2022 include trips to Death Valley and Baja for the races. The either the Utah or Idaho BDR with a friend. Lastly a cross-country trip to catch up with friends.

Stay tuned! The future's so bright I have to wear sunglasses!

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History

This is a note from my friend Bob who is on a month long trip along the east coast:

This is a story of unforeseen circumstances, of serendipity. I ended up in Bedford VA last night. As chance would have it, the National D-Day memorial is located in Bedford, a small town in the Blue Ridge mountains of VA. I spent the morning at the memorial park. It was a powerful experience

Why Bedford? It’s because of The Bedford Boys. The town of 4,000 sent 35 young men off to war with a parade and much fanfare in early 1941. 23 never returned. They were part of the initial assault wave to hit Omaha beach. 19 were killed in the first 10 minutes. 4 more in the ensuing inland invasion. Bedford had the highest proportional losses of any town in the country. Hence the decision to built the memorial in this small town. The story of the Bedford Boys is tragic. There are forces active in our country today that seek to erase and rewrite history, destroying memorials as they go. They are misguided, evil or both. I hope they don’t come for the D-Day memorial. There have been regimes in the modern era that have, to varying degrees of success, took action to erase and rewrite history, destroying buildings and artifacts of their history along the way. The Russian Communists, the Chinese Communists, the Khmer Rouge, are examples.

Our country’s history has been both glorious and uplifting as well as sad and tragic. But it is our history. Our history. It can not be undone. It should not be erased and rewritten. What happened to the Indians was tragic. Slavery was very bad. It when against our founding and fundamental principles of Liberty and Justice for all. “All men are created equal”. The southern “Lost Cause” movement was a specious narrative. There is no moral justification for slavery. But we need not allow our history to be erased and rewritten, and our memorials destroyed. If the south wants to honor the brave men that fought for what they wrongly thought was a righteous cause, we should let them. Unfortunately, the misguided and evil forces of active today have had some success. And governments of all levels have kowtowed to them in many cases. It’s sad. Our history happened. It can not be undone. We should remember the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Remember our History

Remember the Bedford Boys

Never Forget

 

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Romance

A farmer and his wife are driving along in their pickup when she says,

       You never tell me you love me.

He replied,

       I told you I loved you when we got married. If I'd a changed my mine, I would have let you know.

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Romance

A farmer and his wife are driving along in their pickup when she says,

        Remember when we used to drive all scrunched up close, side by side?

He replied,

       I ain't moved.

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Boston Drivers Abroad

A few months back a woman in a Mercedes was riding on my back bumper maybe 2' away. I kept slowing down but she didn't get the message. Finally as she roared around me I pointed the way to heaven with my middle finger.

At the very next light we were sitting next to each other. She rolled down her window and yelled, "You didn't have to be so rude about it!"

I replied, "Since you were driving like you were from Boston, I wanted to let you know that I'm from Boston too!"

Who knew a Mercedes could do a burn-out?

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Certified Adult

Once a month I take the neighborhood kids to the town swimming pool. It gives them a break from their parents and their parents a break from the kids. It's fun for me and we have pizza afterwards to celebrate that nobody drowned.

Yesterday I took 7 kids (aged 4 - 11 years) for the usual fun and games. This time it was a little different. The kids had to stand next to a line on the wall and the ones that weren't tall enough got a white wrist band to signify that they were limited to the Kiddie Pool.

Then the woman turned to me and wanted to put a blue band on my wrist. 

"What is this for?" I asked.

"This shows that you are a responsible adult."

What? Wait! Me? A Responsible Adult!?!?!? - Never in my life has it ever been suggested that I was either Adult or Responsible. This was a whole new chapter in my life. There must be some major shift in the cosmos for this to take place.

Despite this life changing event we all had fun and nobody drowned. The double pepperoni pizza went first followed by the Hawaiian pineapple/ham. Stomach aches are not counted as a casualty.

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Spring

Today is that glorious day when I reach into the back of my closet for the shorts I put away last fall. 72F today so I'm loving it. I know all of you in Arizona and California would be grabbing your fleece sweaters but here in the land of big mountains we're celebrating!

I had to go to the store so I donned shorts and a t-shirt. I'm so pasty white that people were grabbing their sunglasses as I walked by. What can I say? At least I wasn't like one person who was as white as I was and at least 250 pounds! Do they make super-duty flip-flops for people like that?

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Safety Tip

Do not put your finger through the hole in a bagel while slicing it.

The cream cheese will not cover up the blood!

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Plumbing

It began, as all these sorts of things do, with an innocent remark, “The sink in my bathroom seems to be leaking a little. Could you look at it when you get a chance?”

As every married man knows, real message was, “There's water under the sink which can only get worse by the minute. Declare a crisis and call 911. NOW!”

I dutifully went to inspect the errant sink and did indeed find water under the cabinet. Hardly a gusher, more like an intermittent drip. The little arm that raised and lowered the stopper needed tightening and that seemed to fix it.

But, of course, it didn't.

“That stopper doesn't stop anything and needs a new one.” 

OK, that shouldn't be too difficult

So off to Home Depot for a new drain and stopper.

But, of course, it was. To separate the pipes the hoses had to be disconnected and the sink lifted out.

Once the sink was out I realized it was past its Best By date and needed replacing as long as I had it all apart.

So off to Home Depot for a new sink.

Back in the bathroom the new sink turned out to be an oval unit rather than the round one I thought I selected. I had carefully matched all the numbers but still got it wrong.

So off to Home Depot for a new new sink.

I realized that the card with the item number for the oval sink was next to the round sink in the display and only by carefully checking the small print did I find the correct part number. The lady at the Returns counter was very nice and I checked out with the new new sink. And a couple of new work lights I saw along the way.

I spread the adhesive on the new new sink, set it into place, checked the alignment and all was well. Until I bent over to check the clearance from below. The new new sink's drain was ~2 ½” over from the old sink and didn't align with the drain pipe coming out of the wall.

So off to Home Depot to see what fittings I would need to bridge the gap. I think the checkout woman was beginning to think I'm stalking her.

OMG, they have a flex pipe for just such problems as I have. Think of the flex straws you used to suck up chocolate milk when you were a kid.

Rushing home with the solution in hand I found that there was not enough room and not enough flex. I was able to force it together but it leaked worse than when I started.

The solution was simple, cut the drain pipe coming out of the wall and install a new slip joint. Simple but one miscalculation and it was going to be tearing out the wall time.

I called Matt at Matthew's Plumbing and asked Matt to drop by at his earliest convenience. As Dirty Harry put it, “A man's got to know his limitations.”

At least the drive to Home Depot is scenic.

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Images

I have a very nice Canon digital SLR but I've wanted to get back to basics for a long time. I bought a Canon A-1 on EBay a year ago. It was the camera I lusted for when it came out but I never had the budget to afford it. Now, it's cheap as dirt because people can't instantly post the pictures on fakebook.

It's the slowness that attracts me now. I have to be a little more careful and a lot more thoughtful in my technique and composition. I can't just fire off a dozen shots and pick out one that looks best.

I let it sit while I did other things but finally bought film for it and took it with me on a hike. Everything seemed to be in working order for a 40 year old camera. The first roll of pictures were OK if uninspiring. So many things to set and check. I finally bumbled through it and was satisfied when the results came back.

I took it with me on the Death Valley trip last month. I had my trusty Olympus digital as a backup but I wanted to see if old school photography still held my interest. I chose Ilford black and white film to see what would happen.

As you can see the results are promising but I obviously have a long way to go.

I had fun developing the film last night. Filling the tank, first with developer and counting the minutes, then each of the other chemicals in their turn. Taking out the film and seeing tiny images on the strip of celluloid was gratifying. At least I hadn't totally bolloxed it up!

I just ordered more film so that I can continue this experiment. I'll post pictures from time to time to better illuminate my commentaries.

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Day 101 - Conclusion

Well, I made it. A few hiccups along the way but I think I've stayed true to my intentions. I've had a lot of fun doing it and have found a few insights about myself along the way. The important part is that I set a goal and followed through. I'm pretty easy going and patient so sticking to a deadline each day is not in my normal character. Not that I'm lazy, let's just say that I'm good at prioritizing and most things just aren't that big a priority.

I like writing. It both clears and focuses my mind. Typing at a keyboard is good for this but writing on a piece of paper is even better. I was once told, “If you can't explain it, you don't know it.” I will leave you with three books that are worth reading on this subject:

• On Writing Well – William Zinsser

• Writing To Learn – William Zinsser

• Thinking On Paper – V.A. Howard, J.H. Barton

To all the people who subscribed (and endured) the past 100+ days, thanks for coming along. Your remarks and encouragement have meant a lot to me. I'll continue to write about my thoughts and record my trips but, for now, I think I'll take a short break.

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Day 100 - Notes

When traveling I like to keep all sorts of notes. Where I stopped for lunch, how much gas I got in what town or village, maybe a quote from somebody I met along the way. I have all sorts of notebooks from trips, large and small, that I have kept through the years.

I keep threatening to transcribe them but I doubt I ever will. I started once but the computer I used is obsolete and the disks are not compatible with anything I have now.

Even when I tried it I could only half remember the context for many of the entries. I tried to annotate with remarks but that made the job all the more onerous and the project languished. I can type better and faster now so maybe I'll try again when I'm old and installed in some elder care facility.

The problem is that I'd rather be out filling up new notebooks instead of sitting at my computer pecking away while I drool on the keyboard. Besides, who would read any of it. It would be nice if there was an affordable voice to text editor that I could just talk to. I could read an entry and explain the circumstances. That might be interesting if accompanied with a couple of good stiff drinks.

I think there is a lot of personal and family history that is being lost for lack of writing it down. Once there were family Bibles that maintained a continuity through generations. Now there is fakebook and tictok that have all the persistence of dew in the desert. What will future generations think when all they have are videos of cats riding Roombas and pictures of people doing stupid things?

My recommendation is Rite in the Rain. I like the #372 lined paper for most of my notes and the #352 grid paper for diagrams or sketches. I keep them in a #200 binder, the lined paper in front and the grid paper in back so I can grab one and insert it into flow. I've found the C9200 cover is handy because it has pockets to tuck away tickets or cards that I want to save. It's a tidy way to keep things together and protect them.

Lastly I like the Fisher Bullet Space Pen to write with. I have a simple brass one that has taken a beating and lasted forever. It fits nicely into a pocket on the binder cover above. Over the years the sweat and grime from my hand has given it a nice patina.

Even if I, or anyone else, never read the notes, it's fun to write them down and capture an instant in time and of my life. It clarifies the moment and brings it into sharp focus. Writing it down helps me see things I often didn't even know I'd seen.

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Day 99 - Book

People often ask me about adventures and travel and what I might or might not recommend. In the summer. I say, “Just Go!”

In the winter it's a little different in the Great White North. I know that some hardy souls convert their bikes to winter sleds but I'm all for staying close to home where it's warm. Reading accounts of other's adventures is always a pleasant way to pass the time until spring returns.

My favorite adventure book has nothing to do with motorcycles. West With The Night by Beryl Markham is the book that hooked me on travel, especially in Africa.

Forget those two loonies and their camera crew, this is the real deal. She grew up training race horses in Kenya. She then learned to fly and was the first woman to cross the Atlantic east to west which is against the prevailing headwinds. Hers is the story of a life time.

It's a great book that's easy to read and hard to put down. No less than Ernest Hemingway said,

“ [she] can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves as writer. ” 

I've given away dozens of copies. As a loyal reader I'd be happy to send one to you too. Just drop me a note.

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Day 98 - Travel

Imagine that the you had just graduated from the University of Vienna and were at a celebratory dinner with lots of guests. Your home is in New York and the question comes up, “How are you getting home?”

Fly? That's pretty easy and convenient. Ship? Leisurely and relaxing after all the years of study. Maybe see a little of Europe before heading back to The States?

Robert Edison Fulton Jr's (REF) answer in 1932 was, “I am going to ride around the world on a motorcycle!”

When people think of motorcycle adventure books they most often focus on Jupiter's Travels by Ted Simon. It's a wonderful book that makes a mockery of any phony reality show. Ted was was the real Been There, Done That rider who went with what had when it was time to go. I met him once and he signed my copy. A fantastic and humble guy who tells it like it was with no punches pulled. A hell of a book!

REF's book is no less fascinating. He heads out from London and tours through the middle east and Asia on his way home. Some of the photos he took are straight out of Lawrence of Arabia.

Names like Kabul and Kandahar fill the pages of the book, familiar to us now in the daily news, but foreign and exotic back then. Bombay, Malaysia, and China are points along the way. All on a two cylinder Douglas motorcycle that was overloaded to the max.

The book is One Man Caravan and I highly recommend it while we are cooped up and locked down. It's out of print and either unavailable at the usual second hand book sellers or outrageously priced. However, there is a Kindle edition for $11 that is more affordable. I should obviously take better care of my edition.

Note – Although REF has passed away his son still has the motorcycle and it resides in Colorado. My friend Linda knows him and he has promised to show me the bike and talk about his dad. I'll share all that when I visit him this summer.

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Day 97 - Chores

This is funny – The next time you and your spouse/partner get into an argument and they are really ripping, grab a towel and drape it over their shoulders. Announce loudly, “Now you are Super Mad!”

They will either break out laughing, Or kill you!

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When a man says he will do something you can be sure he will do it. There is no need to keep reminding him every six months.

The problem with trying to do something is that there is always something that needs to be done first.. Today I was going to vacuum the house. Eazee-Pezee, right? Hardly!

As I started in the hallway the plug pulled out of the wall socket for the lebenty-lebenth time. Arghh! I had been promising myself I would fix it for a very long time and decided that today was the day.

Because I'm such a good planner I already had a new socket. In fact, I had several of them for all of the other sockets I planned to replace. Gathering up my tools I went downstairs to turn off the circuit so that I didn't light myself up like a dim bulb. Then I went back upstairs, plugged in a desk lamp, and called my dear sweet wife to watch when the lamp went off so I'd know when I switched off the right circuit. Back downstairs to the panel and start switching things off. It was, of course, the last switch I checked.

Back upstairs I dismantled the switch and connected the new one. I worked my way through school wiring fire control panels on nuclear submarines so this was pretty elementary. Task completed. I tightened down the face plate and went downstairs again to switch on the circuit. No sparks or flames so job well done.

Back to the vacuuming, but first – set all the clocks that had been reset when I turned off the circuits looking for the right one.

Now, back to the vacuuming. Looking good until the rotary brush got tangled with the fringe on one of the area rugs. Happens all the time – just untangle it and hit the little red Reset button. But first - go find a small pointed instrument to push on the button.

Found it but the system is not resetting so put it on the kitchen counter and disassemble it. No problem, I took apart six cylinder, four valve, double overhead cam motorcycle engines so this is a piece of cake. Nothing looks wrong except that the light bulb is burned out.

Downstairs again to look up the bulb and order it on Amazon. Why is it that one bulb costs $9 but two bulbs cost $10.35? Six for only $13.50 as if I thought the machine would ever last that long.

Back upstairs to button up the attachment and get to work. Ding-Dong. Oh look, the friends I was cleaning the house for have arrived. Oh well, They don't care and I can always vacuum next week.

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Day 96 - Rally

A couple of friends and I are planning a motorcycle rally to be known  as the Six Corners of Utah Rally.
It's in the form of a scavenger hunt but the goal is to collect places and not things. We are tentatively targeting Memorial Day but that may get shifted depending on how quickly we can get everything organized.

Instructions:

• There is no entry fee. However if you wish to make a donation to help cover costs a jar will be available at the sign-in desk.

• You must sign up at least 24 hours before the rally date in order to be entered for scoring. The website is at 6cornersrally.org

• You may choose a class when you sign up. You can only enter one class.

  • Street – any bike allowed

  • Small – 200cc or less

  • Scooter – 12” wheels or smaller

  • Vintage – 1980 or older

• The destinations will be sorted into themes.

  • Urban warriors – SLC area

  • Unlimited – anywhere in Utah

  • Adventure – many dirt roads

  • 6 Corners – all the Welcome to Utah signs

• Destinations will be scored by distance and difficulty. Destinations farther away and/or the more difficult to get to will score more points.

• The currently planned Rally start is Liberty Park in SLC.

• On the morning of the Rally you will be given a shop towel with a letter or number on it.

• At 9:30 a list of destinations with point values will be available.

• You will have up to 30 minutes to plot your best course of action.

• At 10am the Rally will officially begin. Ending time to be determined.

• At each destination you will park in front of the indicated sign or landmark, place your shop towel prominently on your bike, and take a picture of it with your phone.

• You will then text that picture to Rally Central to be scored.

• Only 1 phone number per entry is allowed.

• At the end of the rally the points will be totaled and participant scores will be posted on the website. Everyone will be emailed a certificate with their score and the position in their class.

• The purpose of this rally is to have fun and enjoy the great state we live in! 

• Ride Smart and Ride Safely. Don't come whining to us if you get a speeding ticket!

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Day 95 - Movies

Here are some of my favorite movies:

Lawrence of Arabia – I was a kid when this came out and I was totally fascinated with Lawrence. The scope and grandeur of the film were enough to win 7 Academy awards, including Best Picture and Best Director. I read his biography and his book, The 7 Pillars of Wisdom. At the time I was sure that it was indicative of some future role for me to play in the world. It could possibly have inspired my love of the desert.

The Americanization of Emily – James Garner at his best as a “Practicing Coward” It's a spoof about the absurdity of war and the people who think dying is an act of courage. A young Julie Andrews gets to play a real person instead of the Mary Poppins persona she later assumed.

Dear Frankie – For every kid who has no father or was ignored by the one they had, this movie will tug at their heart. It's not sad but rather shows the real connections a family can have. It's not a romance movie but a movie about the depths of real love. Emily Mortimer and Gerard Butler give outstanding performances

Love Actually – Although I'm a sucker for Vanessa Hudgens Christmas movies, Love Actually is my favorite for the holidays. It's bitter-sweet with thrilling hits and heart breaking misses. In the end, it's all the things we've all been through. An all star cast but for me Bill Nighy steals the show.

Son of Rambow – Simply put, this is the kid you wanted to be when you were a kid. So much exuberance and energy that only kids could possibly have. If this doesn't put a smile on your face, you're dead!

Grosse Pointe Blank – School reunions can be deadly and assassination can be fun. John Cusack at his best. This movie has so many funny moments that I couldn't count them all if I tried. How often does a woman get a marriage proposal in the middle of a gun fight? Here's a question – is Joan Cusack the most underrated actress in Hollywood?

The Way Way Back – I usually avoid coming of age movies but this one hits the mark dead center bullseye! In fact it was almost too close to home for me in parts. Awkward and funny by turns but all very true to life. The water slide scenes are hysterical.

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