Sure. But I can also watch the video and see what happened.
Sure. But I can also watch the video and see what happened.
Watch the video, put the settings 0.5 speed.
I wasn’t driving, so I wouldn’t know what he was thinking, or what he was looking at when it happened, but if you watch the in car video, he’s already in gear and going before he hits the rock that flips the car. He was probably just distracted by the gearbox so didn’t see the rock coming (in fact, put the video in…
He also steered right into a huge inanimate rock.
No mention of Urkel?
What if it were a four door car that only has seating for two?
It’s about a train ride, but it’s equally fun in a car:
You do know there are smaller cars available in the U.S. than a civic, right?
When are you going to watch Go Trabi Go!
You’re right, it’s so not a big deal, but you still wrote an article about it and got paid. Sort of weird to dismiss your own work.
No no, I give in, you win, your silencing tactic wins.
Thanks for mansplaining it to me.
OK Einstein, then why would the author care about asking their opinion in the first place, let alone be ostensibly mad when not getting it? Which is it? Is it bad they didn’t get their “answers” or does it not matter at all that they didn’t get their “answers”? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tone policing implies there’s a correlation between the point somebody is making, and the tone they make it in. Which is 100% not what was being written here. Nowhere are they saying “you’re wrong because you’re mad” or “if your point was right, you wouldn’t have to be rude” which are both common/definitive tone…
It’s not about decorum or protecting the feelings of stupid people. It’s just common sense, even a highschooler on the school paper knows you get answers first, print snark later.
Here is some light reading, Albert:
The crank-open secret compartment on the Jowett Javelin was certainly the best implementation of this idea. Here’s a video:
And there are probably more cars that have had a sheet of plywood in the back than trucks. Heck it’s almost a certainty judging by the parking lot of my nearest Home Depot.