Motorcycling. Even among motorcycle owners (as opposed to the general public), I’ve done a lot; I have about 175,000 miles under my belt. My annual mileage has gone down since getting married about ten years ago and spending the lion’s share of my vacation time with my wife, but I still have some vacation time set aside for touring and manage to put in about 3000-5000 miles per year.
Nights in hotel rooms. I remember reading an article in an in-flight magazine where they gave awards to “America’s greatest road warriors.” These people were bragging about spending 100-150 nights a year in a hotel. “Peanuts!” said I.
At the time, I approaching about 250 nights that year. At my travelling peak, I was in a hotel a few nights shy of 300 one year.
Bicycling. When my last bike just plain wore out, I did some quick calculating, and realized that I had put somewhere between 2000 and 3000 miles on it.
Plus a lot of things related to my profession. I’m quite certain, for instance, that I’ve done more integrals than the average person. Possibly more even than the average physicist, if one counts integrals I’ve programmed a computer to solve on my behalf.
Same here. I’ve done an awful lot of cycling.
And, professionally, I’ve probably built more lasers than your average physicist. My graduate work required me to either build new lasers to see if they worked, or to construct a laser around the rest of my experiment every time I needed to take data.
Hadn’t even thought of that. I moved a few times when I was a kid. As an undergraduate, I moved to/from school every year, plus a couple of summer school sessions. Moved several more times in grad school, and a few more times since then. Grand total is 26. Yikes. :eek:
As part of my past jobs and being the “local” free fix your computer guy, particularly back in the day…I suspect I spent a damn lot of time/events watching a problem computer reboot or reloading a recalcitrant operating system.
Particularly when any given person would try to do it a couple of times and it wouldn’t work so they would give up. I’d do it for fucking hours on end and by some magic it finally would take.
And back then it was just the right amount of pain in the ass. Not so long between prompts that you could actually DO anything else…but not so short between prompts you weren’t bored shitless.