For a start, it can’t
spell its name. It should be Rhino, not Rino. It has two antennas that look
vaguely like the horns of a rhinoceros. In Africa, game poachers often saw off
a rhino’s horns and sell them to customers in the Far East, who grind them down
into a powder that reputedly has aphrodisiacal powers.
Frankly, I’ve never
understood how that works. You swallow some powder and suddenly women look
attractive to you? What? Who needs rhino powder? Didn’t they always look
attractive to you? But wait . . . I’m getting carried away here. Sorry. Back to
the Rino:
It probably isn’t a good
idea to saw off the Rino’s antennas, no matter how much of a boost your
testosterone needs. I suspect something won’t work if you do that. Something on
the Rino, that is.
The interesting new
direction this hand-held GPS was taking was evident from its attributes as
listed in the advertisement. Besides a color screen that shows where you are on
a chart, there are two built-in radios. One is a Family Service Radio, a
glorified walkie-talkie. The other is a General Mobile Radio Service radio, a
rather more sophisticated mobile transceiver for which you need an $85 license.
In addition to GPS and two
radios, the Rino has a barometric altimeter. This tells you how high you are
getting, which is very useful in a season of sequential Christmas parties.
There is also an electronic compass so you can find your way home if you are
too high to read the GPS screen. In addition, there is a built-in weather radio
that informs you what kind of storm struck you on the way home.
There’s more, but I’m sure
you can see which way the new generation of electronic gadgets is headed: One
GPS does it all. I can’t wait to see what they add to the next generation of
GPSs, but in case any Garmin people read this column, I’d like to suggest some
additions to the new “omnibus” Rino GPS.
It would be real nice,
guys, if you could add a night telescope so people can find their slips after
dark. And how about a few rocket flares to help the search-and-rescue people
find lost sailors? A small bar would be very welcome, just a little one, of
course, perhaps with miniature French maids dispensing cocktails etc., to the
shivering bodies in the cockpit on the midnight watch.
I suppose it would be too
much to expect a modest galley with a European chef skilled in confiture and
baguettes. No matter. Most sailors I know would settle for a GPS with a
fish-and-chips dispenser.
Today’s
Thought
I
find the sea-life an acquired taste, like that for tomatoes and olives.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Season’s
greetings
I wish you all a merry
Christmas, a happy Hanukah, and best wishes for whatever celebration you choose
to observe at this time of year. I wish you peace and tranquility to calm your
soul, and I wish you fortitude to face life as she presents herself in the New
Year.
Tailpiece
“Good
grief, what happened to your face?”
“I
coughed.”
“But
you don’t get your teeth knocked out if you cough.”
“You do if you cough in
your friend’s wife’s wardrobe.”
1 comment:
I have long thought it a good idea for anyone in Africa to name their sons Rhino. All through their life they could sell their ground up nail and hair clippings as African Rhino horn powder to the idiot Orientals who think it helps their love life. How come Spanish Fly isn't a real thing? Now that could be something useful for "mankind".
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