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I was a rock hound as a kid and would spend hours looking through a 10x loop at the mineral specimens in my collection. There was even a rock shop and a few mines in the area.
Tiberium or Cryptonite
Wulfenite was one of my favorites.
Wow few hours that sounds very unhealthy 
I woke up in an ER recovery room alone, pretty confused. I figured out where I was because of the wrist band. Knew things weren't great as the date was Jan 6th, and I didn't remember anything anything after christmas. Shit started coming back to me in the following days. Did better than expected on the GRE.Wow few hours that sounds very unhealthy
I would be interested in that documentary. I have always wanted to find a cavern full of columnar crystals of calcium sulfate dihydrate. To date they remain elusive for me. Look at the inclusions in the ceiling. The various poisonous gases present in that cavern would make me nervous.
Me too...
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Zoro strikes again
Zoro strikes again
Canton ave here in Pittsburgh, steepest street in the US.
True story: I once ended up in some deep portal of doom on Wikipedia last year, looking up all of the steepest streets throughout the world. There is one in New Zealand that looks bonkers. I think there is also another cool one in Iowa of all places...
Ever try to ride down the stairs at Coast Ave?
I drove up a street in Astoria Oregon that had my front wheel spinning and traction control kicking in, it was even dry.
For some idiotic reason old polish mountain resorts feature a ton of steep driveways. Some of them may be even as steep. I love the russian rulette of riding up on them and hoping no one pops up on the other side.True story: I once ended up in some deep portal of doom on Wikipedia last year, looking up all of the steepest streets throughout the world. There is one in New Zealand that looks bonkers. I think there is also another cool one in Iowa of all places...
Other than that every other street in Madeira would probably quality. Burned clutch is like the official smell of the island.
There's short piece of a street and the next town up from me that's crazy steep. A VW in front me spun his front tires on it dry. Made me nervous in my stick shift Subaru. If I would have stopped I would've fried my clutch to get started again.