The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty-Two

   The vividness of my dream was suddenly enhanced to the point where I saw my hands, my feet, and my reflection, in the water gardens that flowed everywhere along the city streets of Olympus Mons. That's not what the inhabitants of Mars, or Atlantis call their city. It's what us Earthlings named the highest volcanic peak on their planet.
   I was in the city they call, Principiis Opus. The city of Work Principles.
   The only comparable place on Earth, in which I could describe the city, would be that of Angkor Wat in Cambodia.
   Clay type structures, rising high above the horizon, with giant faces of old Board Leaders and picturesque scenes of life below them.
   They are pictures of men and women in action, on the lower sides of all the buildings, telling inspirational messages. Unlike the Angkor Wat on Earth, which often depicted stories of war and conquest.

 

   I have never been to the Angkor Wat in Cambodia or studied their language, but for some reason I could still decipher the messages here on Atlantis, told by these carvings on all the different buildings.
   They read as; "You miss out on 100% of your opportunities if you don't try. The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. Life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% of how you react to it." And so on.
   All inspirational sayings, plastered in carvings, along the outer walls of every structure.
   I took a moment to watch other Atlanteans, as my vivid dream showed me, that now I was one of them.
   They seldom looked up. Heads were down, facing the grass paths, that lined alongside the city streets and water gardens.
   Maybe it was from over exposure? From seeing the same inspirational messages day after day.
   But, that is not what I felt from looking into their faces. What I saw was hopelessness. A sadness you see in people who have a mundane life. An existence that can never change.
   I moved on to the main building in the square. How I knew it was the one I was looking for, I cannot answer. I just knew.
   As I walked up the thirteen steps to the front entrance. The doorman immediately grab the latch, opened the cathedral type door, and greeted me with, "Good morning Vice President Johnson."
   I stopped in front of him stunned. For a few reasons.
   First, he knew my name. And even though I believed this to be a dream, it still threw me off.
   Second, I had a title. But, if a corporation, here in Atlantis, is anything like the corporations on Earth, there could be twenty to thirty-five such figureheads with the title, Vice President.
   Third, I understood the language. Again, in a dream, I should be able to understand anyone I come across who speaks to me. But, if you speak only one language, like I do, you dream in that language. But this wasn't English. He was speaking in his native tongue, not mine.
   After standing there for which seemed like a minute, he asked me, "Are you alright Vice President Johnson? Did you forget something?"
   And when I answered him with, "No, no. I was just thinking." He understood me.
   Once inside, guards lined both walls. They didn't carry guns per se, but what I took to be a form of cattle prod. With two sharp points on the end of a stick, where a shock of electricity would be enough to handle most Atlanteans, like our stun guns can handle most Earthlings.
   "Vice President Johnson," I heard a voice call from the far end of the cathedral hall I was in. It was a tall, thin, Atlantean woman. Maybe seven foot in height.
   "Hurry up, or you will be late for your meeting with Chairman Unus. You know how he hates waiting. Even for you Vice President."
   Her words said to hurry, but the inflections in her voice said she wasn't worried if I did or not.
   As I approached, I noticed that my height was the same as hers. I hadn't noticed the size of everyone before this, just hers. I guess my dream was bringing me closer to the reality of what my subconscious thought was approximately the size of an alien race might look like here on Mars. Even my appearance changed to fit the bill.
   "I see you brought the amulet with you," said the tall woman. "Do you believe it is wise to bring it to your bid of taking over the company. Won't your enemies try to use it against you, in front of the Chairman, that you are showing malice by bringing such a powerful armament to this meeting?"
   There were clues in what she said. The amulet was a powerful armament. And I seemed to be one of the only ones, or maybe the only one, to own one.
   But why did I have the amulet? Where did I get it? Were there more of them? And why was I trying to take control of the corporation?
   The woman didn't wait for my answer. As soon as I was close enough to her, she waved a hand passed a wall and part of the wall slid open to reveal a brightly lit corridor, with an escalator moving in only one direction. Up.
   We both moved into the corridor and the wall closed behind us.
   Somehow, I knew, this was the moment of truth.
   To what? I am just about to find out.

To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

This is,

Glad To Be Telling A Story Again

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”
- Sigmund Freud -

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Live To The Fullest

On

Wednesday's,

I like to

Rant & Rave

about things in my

Life,

your

Life,

the

Media,

or in the

Government

which really piss me off!

Today will be a little bit different.

I went to see my

Doctor

this morning

and received some bad news.

Before I tell you anymore,

let us say I will have to go to a

Pulmonary Specialist

first,

before I start whining about my situation in life.

Do I have any regrets about how I have lived my life?

Would I have changed anything in my past acts of debauchery?

If I remember the ending to the movie

Gia

correctly,

staring

Angelina Jolie,

about the life of

Super-Model Gia Carangi,

when asked on her death bed from aids if she would have done anything different,

she looks into the camera

and just smiles.

Smiles like,

are you kidding?

This is,

Ranting & Raving That You Should Always Live Your Life To The Fullest Each Day

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“He was twenty, and already there was nothing left to surprise or disgust him. He had certainly dreamt of the most extreme forms of debauchery. Vice with him was not an abyss, as with certain old men, but a natural, external growth.”
- Émile Zola, -

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Sibling Rivalry

Again,

I have been away too long from writing on this

Blog.

I can complain all day long about my disabilities,

but the only thing that will do for some of you,

is make you feel sorry for me.

Everyone else,

including myself,

will say it's just another excuse.

Many people have fought through their disabilities to do great things in this world,

and I can only hope that someday I will do something great too!

But,

this is not the first time I have whined about something on this

Blog.

Matter-Of-Fact,

it seems I do it quite often.

Here is a

Post

from 

Monday, September 2, 2013

called

My Faithful Companions.

My younger sister, who will remain nameless to protect the innocent, visited this

Blog

the other day.

Hallelujah, a member of my immediate family actually took the time to give me a little support.

Do I sound bitter here? I hope not.

Well, I'm not giving my family enough credit.

My

Sister and

Brother are just now entering the home stretch as far as raising a family goes.

I was the lucky one out of the bunch who was able to retire at the ripe old age of fifty-three.

(Ha-Ha)

I would like to thank my sister, for taking the time out of her busy schedule, she's a teacher don't you know, to visit my

Blog

and actually comment on it.

Oh, she didn't comment on the

Blog

itself.

No, she had to send me a separate email to tell me what she thought.

What a little trooper!

I hope you have enjoyed this episode of "Who Will Read My Blog?"

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The picture,

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is of my

Sister,

my

Father,

and my

Brother.
This is, Going To Force My Siblings To Buy My Next Book - No More Freebees,

 Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"Many toxic parents compare one sibling unfavorably with another to make the target child feel that he's not doing enough to gain parental affection. This motivates the child to do whatever the parents want in order to regain their favor. This divide-and-conquer technique is often unleashed against children who become a little too independent, threatening the balance of the family system.”
- Susan Forward, -

(Oh, whatever!)

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Hurray! It's Friday!

First of all,

I want to apologies for not writing an

Episode

of

"The Man From Mars"

yesterday.

It was the first time I have missed a

Thursday Post

in twenty-one weeks.

I can give you excuses on why,

but let us just say,

Work,

Stress,

Health,

and

Anxiety,

got in my way.

The usual daily routine most of have to endure to get by each week.

Which leads me to an old

Chinese

saying:

"A place of business is like a tree full of monkeys, all on different limbs, and at different levels. The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces. The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes."

Not all jobs are the same.

I actually like what I do but,

some days are better then others.

"How is Christmas like your job? You do all the work and the fat guy in the suit gets all the credit."

Some days are as smooth as silk.

Some days your equipment breaks down.

"A doctor reaches into his smock to get a pen to write a prescription and pulls out a rectal thermometer. Oh, damn it, he proclaims, "Some asshole has my pen!"

But at least I can tell you that all the people I meet nowadays,

are so very intelligent.

Like this

Blond

I met the other day who told me this story.

I was undressing for a bath and while I was standing there naked, someone knocked at the door. So I asked, "Who is it?"

A man's voice answers, "A blind salesman."
So I thought, what a thrill it would be by having the blind man in the room while I'm naked. So I let him in.

The man walks in, looks straight at me and says, "Uhhhh, well hello there, can I sell you a blind, dearie...?"

This is,

Working For A Living

Because Retirement Just Don't Pay

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.”
- Charles Lamb -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Yes,

this Blog is Global.

You can tell by the Comment left by 

sumer yadav June 13, 2017 at 11:41 PM

Who said:

"I like your articles."

On my Post

How Absurd?

Thank you 

Sumer Yadav

for commenting.

 

Hot, Hotter, Hottest

I am getting wimpy in my old age.

Let us say that sixty is the new forty.

Whatever that means.

The reason I would call myself wimpy is because of the weather outside my house.

At 12:38 pm the temperature is 98 degrees.

In my teen years,

I cherished days this warm in

Wisconsin.

In my twenties,

it wouldn't even slow me down when I worked as a carpenter in

Houston, Texas.

In my thirties,

I discovered I no longer liked to work hard,

so I found jobs in air-conditioned office buildings instead.

In my forties,

my office was my air-conditioned car,

since I became a traveling salesman.

In my fifties,

well I retired at age fifty-three so i can't really comment on that decade.

But now,

in my fifth year of being in my sixties,

I can't leave my house,

to start up my air-conditioned car without complaining!

I find that heat has the opposite effect on me today.

When it's this hot,

I don't want to do a thing.

So,

I am going to reprise a

Post

I wrote on 

Saturday, March 30, 2013

called

Poetry.
Because I am too tired mentally to think of anything new.

*****

Readers,

  check out my poem,

"1800 Aussie Ghost Story"

under the heading called

Poetry. 

If you like what you read,

comment on my poem!

I do have to explain one detail in the poem though.

There is a line in the poem that reads,

"starve the bardies."

The line is an

 Australian

slang,

which means,

"an exclamation of surprise or protest."

To my surprise,

people have read it as,

"starve the barbies."

Like that would make any sense!

This is,

Already Whining Because Tomorrow Is Going To Be Even Hotter

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.”
- Jerome K. Jerome -

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Be Kind To Everyone.

I'll Be Seeing You.

What Happened To The End Of The World?

Originally

Posted

on 

Monday, December 31, 2012.

 Remember back in

2012

when people thought the

World

was going to end because the

Mayan Calendar

was coming to an end?

 

 Another false alarm,

just like

Y2K. 

Hello to all my

Loyal Fans

and

Faithful Followers.

I want to wish to all of you a

Happy New Year, a

Healthy New Year, and a

Prosperous New Year.

Let's all get through the

New Year

Healthy, Wealthy, Wise, and

Alive!

You see, someone forgot the end of the

World

was supposed to happen in

December.

So we might as well live happily ever after, all throughout

2013.

If you haven't taken the time to read the two short stories I've added to the section called, "Short Stories & Flash Fiction," on this

Blog, now is a good a time as ever. To sit down, grab a beverage, and load that

Hobbit Pipe

you've just got for

Christmas!

So click either story,
"Benched"
or
"A-L-I-V"
and enjoy bringing in,
(with thought provoking story lines),
the brand

New Year!

 

This is,

Waiting For The Next End Of The World Prediction

Jim Hauenstein,

 

And,

 

“Hooray! Hooray! The end of the world has been postponed! ”
- Hergé, -

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Happy Father's Day

To All The Pops Out There.

Starting Today

Since,

I am once again busy,

with family

and a job,

I am not able to find the time needed to write on this blog everyday.
I am going to schedule my work around the weekends going forward,
which should give me more time during the week.
What I want to do,
Starting Today,
is go back
and re-post some of my more memorable
Posts
on the days I can't find time to write.
Today,
I have over
690 Posts
to choose from.
Of course,
I believe they are all great,
but I will be more objective when it comes time to re-post.
I will be starting off with the very first
Post
I wrote for this
Blog,
to show you how far I have come in my writing ability.
Don't judge it too harshly.
Its name?

Hello Out There In The Real World
Friday, December 14, 2012

I would like to invite you to read my first eBook called

"No Return Address."

It's a psychological thriller set in a series of letters written by the antagonist to his old college roommate.

It has thrills,
it has chills,
and most of all,
it has spills.

The hemoglobin type I might add.

Just go to
www.smashwords.com/b/250521
and you will see

"No Return Address."

If by chance the book doesn't show up right away you will need to turn off the
"Adult Filter,"
because the book is rated
Mature,
then you can either type in my name
or the book's name into their search box
and then you'll have it!

It's only 99 cents
and where else can you get this kind of entertainment at such a low, low price.

To purchase the book you will have to sign up for a
Smashword
account,
but that is free.

And being the avid reader that we know you are,
you already know that when you buy an eBook,
you always have to start an account with that web site.

You can also see the title on
Sony's
book website,
Barnes & Noble,
Kobo,
Apple,
Diesel,
and
Page Foundry.
Soon to be on
Amazon
and 
Baker-Taylor's Blio!

So give it a try.
I just know you'll like it!

After,
initially good sales my first two years,
sales have slowly declined.
According to the
Smashword
website,
where I published the eBook,
the blame is all on me because I no longer aggressively promote it!
The only websites I am sure you can still purchase the eBook are,
Smashword
and
Kobo.

This Is,
Buy My eBook Dammit!
Is That Aggressive Enough For You?
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
- Sylvia Plath -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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How Absurd?

   "Have you seen what Professor Deus is doing with the creation of his universes?" Asked one enlightened entity.
   "Not really. Why don't you tell me a little about it." Answered the second enlightened one.
   "Well, the little organisms, which become self conscious, from one star system to the next, do the usual. They build empires, forge alliances, and wage war. They forge weapons, from the time they can carry, what they call sticks, to sophisticated fusion armament, to mind control over the weaker minds of the species. They do this for a piece of a planet or planetary system. Rocks that they can make shiny and call them valuable. And liquids which fuel their weaponry, that one alliance has which another doesn't." The first enlightened entity told the other.
   "Is he still making conscious life forms?" Asked the second entity. Like it was so passé.
   "Yes. But get this." The first entity said with a smile. "One of the smallest planets, towards the outer reaches of a spiral galaxy, still in its primitive fusion state of advancement, has some how decided that Professor Deus exists. Almost all the puny minds agree that he exists, but they can't agree how or in what fashion. They actually wage war over who is right."
   "How absurd?" Replied the second entity with an equally wry smile.
   He pauses for a moment, then asks his friend, "What do they do with this knowledge, the knowing of Deus?"
    "They praise him. They refer to it as, religion. And they call Deus, God." The entity answered.
    The second enlightened one thought about this for a moment, then asked the other enlightened one, "And they wage war over who is right about Deus?"
    "Yes." The first entity answered.
    "How absurd?" Said the second one.

   This is,

Deus Is Latin For God,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: The only proof he needed for the existence of God, was music.”
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr. -

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The 5 Best Posts Of May, 2017

It is one of my favorite times of each month.

To see what you,

the reader,

have chosen as the

Best Posts

of the previous month.
You do this by reading,
coming back and reading again,

then telling your friends to read some of my

Posts.

The numbers always prove which are the most popular
Posts
of each month.

Yeah!

I know.

I can feel the excitement in the air myself.

So,

instead of dragging this along any longer,

Here are the

5 Best Posts of May, 2017.

Starting with -

The 5th Best Post of May; 

Glieseians Are Coming Home For A Visit

A story I wrote about an actual Earth like planet called Gliese 581C. How inhabitants came from that planet, to return to Earth, which their ancestors originally came from. I don't want to give the plot totally away, but it seems I do have to explain one thing. The term "The Greys" refer to the type of Aliens people have seen throughout history which have the large black eyes. You will have to read the story to see why I have to explain the Greys.

 

The 4th Best Post of May is;

The Experience

A Post I wrote about being a Sci-Fi Geek. How I am a Trekkie and a Whovian, from the early 1970s. How I like the Movie Experience and how that weekend I was going to get my fix of Sci-Fi by going to see the movie; The Power Rangers. Which I thought was really well done compared to all previous Power Ranger movies.

The 3rd Best Post of May is;
The Man From Mars - Episode Sixteen
My weekly Thursday serial about a Earthling who is given an amulet by a Martian and the trials and tribulation he goes through because of it. Like all my Posts, I have a picture which is associated with the story. This picture of a car is connected to the story.

 

The 2nd Best Post of May is;
How Do You Think? 
I was thinking about, why some people think the way they do. I was questioning why a friend of mine always thinks like a criminal. He is always in trouble and he can't figure out why. I researched the internet and found nothing but crap on the subject. I am still confused why some people just can't be happy without the "Hustle."

The Number 1 Best Post of May, 2017 is;
Seriously Now 
My humorous way of thanking "jac m" for becoming the Twenty-Six Follower of this Blog. Everybody is welcomed to come on board, and I would probably write about you too, but I am so happy that so many just take the time to read my Blog. Thank you jac m and thank you everyone else for making my Blog such a success.

  

There you have it.

Another productive

and insightful month of Posts for your reading pleasure.

 Thank you one and all.

This is,

Being A Happy Camper

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
- Anaïs Nin -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Car Karaoke With Beethoven

I've been driving all day so I haven't had time to pick a subject I would like to write about today.

Sorry about that.

I have to leave again in a minute so I would like to show you what I listen to in the car.

It is also a wonderful tribute to someone who passed away too young.

I hoped you have enjoyed it.

Beethoven has always been my favorite.

 

This is,

Gotta Go

I'm In A Hurry

Gotta Drive

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “Beethoven said that it's better to hit the wrong note confidently, than hit the right note un-confidently.”
- Mike Norton -

That is the music I listen to and I am sticking to it!

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The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty-One

   I rode along side the man in the black suit for about forty-five minutes before I decided I had to say something. During that whole time, he never once turned his head to either side. He just kept staring straight ahead. Hands on his legs, palms down, and sitting up as straight as possible.
   I kept peaking at him from the corner of my eyes, but that was getting me nowhere. I had to talk to him to find out what he was all about. If he worked for the Secret Service, why hadn't he called in, saying he had found the fugitive? My photo had to have been passed around among their operatives assigned to my case? So why were we still riding the bus? Why wasn't there at least a Police escort, in case I tried to make a break for it?
   I know, by the looks of the gentleman in the black suit, that the odds of me overpowering him was slim to none, but that's not how law enforcement works nowadays. If one officer does detain a suspect, you can bet your bottom dollar that the cavalry is coming in force.
   Maybe that's what this is. Maybe he did contact his fellow agents, but nobody thought I would be foolish enough to start heading back to New York and they don't have reinforcements in the area? Maybe he is waiting for a Police roadblock coming up? Or, at our next scheduled stop, the Secret Service will swoop in and surround the bus. Leaving no doubt that there will not be a miraculous escape on my part.
   I had to at least say something. Even if it was nonsense.
   "Excuse me sir. I need to go to the bathroom." I told him. "If you could let me pass, please? I don't want to step on your feet or anything. Thank you."
   As soon as I stopped talking, he got up in the strangest manner. He stood up facing me and backed up, into the aisle. He kept both arms, straight down, along his sides, and was a little bent forward at the waist, and he never took his eyes off of me.
   It was like, he was some kind of animal, ready to spring forward onto its prey.
   I started walking to the back of the bus, where the lavatory was located. Half way there, curiosity got the best of me and I turned around to see what the man in the black suit was doing. He was still standing, in the same spot. The only difference this time was the scowl on his face. It looked like he expected me to do something.
   Like what?
   I wouldn't know what to do.
   Greyhound buses don't have a back door going out the rear of the vehicle like school buses do. Sure, you can kick out the rear window if need be, but I am sure the man in the black suit isn't going to let me accomplish that feat.
   I turned around, walked to the lavatory door, and as I opened it, I took one last look at him. Now his head was bent down, with his chin almost touching his chest. The intently peering eyes still held their gaze towards me, below his bushy eyebrows. I could have sworn, steam was coming out of his nose. Just like you see when bulls are about to charge a matador in those old Saturday morning cartoons.
   I closed the door behind me, sat down on the toilet lid, and took a deep breath.
   He was definitely not on my side, I thought.
   But what to do now? Wait for the inevitable ball and chain by the Police? Get arrested and thrown in some dungeon on a military base? Never to see the light of day, ever again?
   Or is it time to try and use the amulet against him? Make him do my bidding. Use the power of the amulet to destroy my enemies.
   That is when I paused.
   What has come over me? To destroy my enemies? To make someone do my bidding?
   Absolute power, corrupts absolutely. And it corrupts weak minds too!
   I usually don't belittle myself like that. You could say I am a pretty confident guy. But I know, I am not the right guy to wield such power. I have always been the guy keeping the powerful in check. Making sure they are accountable.
   Who is going to watch me, if I figure out how to use the amulet to its full advantage?
   If I remember correctly, didn't the Man from Mars tell me that the amulet could have been the cause the destruction of his home planet? Could I be holding something so powerful, that certain people would kill me to have it? And then try to rule the World?
   I can't let the amulet fall into the hands of any government. Or any one person.
   Especially me.
   What I need to do, is return to its rightful owner. The Man from Mars

   I don't know how long I was in the bathroom, but somebody started knocking on its door, saying, "Hurry up in there. There are other people on the bus you know. Who want to use the bathroom."

   I opened the door, looked down the aisle, and saw Frankenstein's Monster still standing in the same place, in the same position. 

  I told myself, if I needed to, I would use the amulet one last time to get out of here so I can return it to the Man from Mars.

  I'm no hero and I am certainly not capable of being responsible enough to hold such power.

  I walked back up to my seat and sat down. The man in the suit sat back down too, and stared straight ahead.

  I closed my eyes and found myself instantly inside a dream world. I was back on Mars again. I was headed to the head administration office of the whole planet. I was on my way to talk to the top executive.

   In the dream, I realized there were no governments on Mars. Just one corporate entity, with one director, ruling over the whole place.

And only interested in one thing. The profit ledger.

   I also felt in my reverie that the head honcho wasn't too happy with me. If I didn't play my cards right, I was in real trouble.

   Trouble?

   It felt so real though. My dream. How could I be in trouble?

   I guess I'll just have to play out this dream in my head and see where it goes.

   What could possibly go wrong?

To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

This is,

Knowing I Could Never Have Absolute Power

But I Would Like To Try It For A Day Though

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.”
- Abraham Lincoln -

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Reflecting My Ride

I love this idea.

After being the witness of the aftermath of a big wheel pickup truck running over a bicyclist at night,

this is something I would buy instantly for any of my

Grandchildren.

And when it comes available in the

United States,

my

Grandchildren

will be getting this practical present someday on

Christmas,

instead of the usual toy they play with for ten minutes,
then never look at again.

I was once involved in a project,

as a
Technical Advisor,

where a motorcyclist would have a blue-tooth connection to his brake

and turn-signal light system,

where neon-lights would blink synchronized to the bike on a leather jacket.

Bringing more visibility to drivers behind the motorcyclist.

But the the guy with the idea couldn't get any backing because it turns out he is a flake.

I wasn't going to invest my money when I couldn't trust the inventor.

Patent is pending.

Sorry.

What I really like about this new product is,

the fact that it is a washable spray on product which is only reflective to a driver of a vehicle when their headlights are pointing at the cyclist!

Reflecting light back to the driver,

way ahead of time.

The Volvo Life Paint Makes Bikes and Helmets Much More Visible

by Meghan Young for TrendHunter.com

"Volvo has created Life Paint in order to help increase cyclist safety on the road. A natural concern of motorists, Life Paint addresses the fact that many drivers don't see bikes on the road until its too late. When spray painted on the surface of both the bike and helmet, it turns both into large reflectors. Cyclists who are afraid of the damage Life Paint might do to their frames, it's not only transparent, but washes off as well. Volvo will currently be selling Life Paint in the United Kingdom, but it's a product that will catch on quite quickly in other parts of the world."

 

Of course,

there are critics to

Life Paint.

So,

you will have to do the research for yourself

and decide for yourself.

But for me,

I am all for it.

This is,

Not Realizing I Am Selling Products I Don't Have Any Stock In,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive.”
- Hugh Laurie -

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P.S. I have checked two online ordering platforms

and one has a competitor selling a reflective paint.

I don't know if it is washable though?