I’m wondering if he’s “overdriving” his siren. Usually happens around 55, by the time the other driver hears it and reacts, you’re already on their back bumper.
I’m wondering if he’s “overdriving” his siren. Usually happens around 55, by the time the other driver hears it and reacts, you’re already on their back bumper.
I know exactly which dealer frame you are talking about. Lived in Arkansas before we moved back home to Baton Rouge. We were headed across the river to visit family, a WBR Sheriff’s deputy jumped out in front of us at the bottom of the off ramp screaming “WHERE IS YOUR INSPECTION STICKER!!!!!!!” before he ever looked…
Good point. I assume right now, it would have to go to a Tesla service center for replacement. I can’t see the local neighborhood Safelite being able to change it yet.
Needs more Clarkson and Royal Marines...
Damn, that does look like fun!
Sounds like where I grew up in Arkansas. I would probably still be in jail for the electronics I built and chemistry experiments I did. Heck, they had a group a year ahead of me that built a working X-Ray machine.
I’ll gladly take one of those over any of the blinged-out abominations any day!
I’m with you on the vasovagal. Probably the combination of the shirt/tie and his head being turned just the right way caught the vagus nerve just right.
I learned so much from that show that paid off with my 1st couple of teenage POS cars.
C’mon, you don’t remember the “Troll’s Choice Rolls-Royce”?
r3vlimited is great. I lived on it when I had my ‘87 E30. Bad aftermarket radio install fried the dash wiring harness. Managed to find a complete one at the pick and pull from a later year. The dash stayed on my kitchen floor for 6 months while rewired the new main connector. Got it all put back together and running…
Less than 6 months old 2006 VW Jetta. Drove from Little Rock, Arkansas to Key West, Florida to get married. On the way back, I get the bright idea “hey! Let’s go see Lake Okeechobee!” After an over the river, through sugarcane fields, and a stop at a sketchy McDonald’s in Belle Glade, we make it. Pull into a Circle K…
Very early on in my EMS career, we were on standby at a scene with a violent patient on PCP. He shook off at least 5-6 shots from a 9mm before he slowed down enough to get him subdued and loaded into the ambulance
Hopefully Steve Lehto can chime in on some of the legalities of this. My first thought was reading “DMV Capt. arrested him”, there are sworn DMV employees with powers of arrest in VT? I wonder what the social climate in that area is like: will the general public side with the government, and it’s the mechanic’s fault…
We have them still in Louisiana. Arkansas and Mississippi got rid of them. If they were enforced, we’d probably lose most of the shitboxes, donks, and log trucks. I’m guilty myself-CEL is lit up and I haven’t had time to change the O2 sensor. Automatic fail, big, orange sticker, and have to show repair receipts and…
I wish there were some in our BMW service department. Brought my wife’s 328 Convertible in for the 1st time and the service writer had no clue about chassis codes, option codes, autocross, that BMW made motorcycles or why my wife has an unholy desire for an M3. The tech was cool, though, we spoke the same language.
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I’ve got one of those on my automotive bucket list. The few clean examples I’ve seen have been ridiculously priced
No joke, Waited tables in a small town in high school Some of the worst, (or none) tips were from people that I went to church with. Heck, the Parish Priest and 2 nuns just got up and walked out before I ever waited on them.
I couldn’t daily drive one, but would take one for a weekend car.
Grew up in a retirement community in the Ozarks, this place had nothing but nursing homes, banks, and churches. The local Chevy/Olds/Cadillac dealer carried primarily trucks and whatever the largest sedans in the line were. I wrote my sophomore english…
It’ll be OK, as long as Dirty Mike and the Boys don’t get a hold of it.
First car in 1995 was a ‘91 Chevy Lumina Euro. After wrecking it, getting it fixed along with taking a royal ass chewing from the body shop owner, then totaling it 2 months later, then back to the bus for a few months. I wound up with a version of #6. ‘83 Cutlass Supreme with T-Tops and the craptacular 260 V8. It was…