Hey, check out this cool explanation of the physics involved in cars jumping a buckled highway at speed. There’s a DOT highway-cam video that shows some neck-snapping going on. Some of these look scary. Love the tailgater 42 secs in.
This is in a lot that is often way crowded with a line out the door Pho place. This Accord owner is just amazing in the level of brazenness required to lock the doors and walk away from without looking back.
I love this little restaurant, but its clientel seem to be in training for Olympic medals in parking jerkery.
This is Northeast parking at its finest. Lines are but suggestions. You are the most important person in the world.
See this previously-perfectly-good mustang? This is the embodiment of the current state of the FP and all your comments about overlords of such. You’re right. It was better before. But here it is now. And you have to decide if you want to ask the rental company to replace it with a Versa, or go for the convertible.
Bipolar Spring continues.
So I washed the car yesterday, so of course it’s 40ºF and sleet/raining here today. In the next couple days we are expecting a balmy 70ºF. Turns out the April we get this year is April Ludgate.
There was a semi hauling a bridge span behind him, but it wasn’t as wide.
This company has a hilariously passive aggressive personality.
This would’ve been an ugly ride. Which is a shame. As Brotrucks go, this one looked reasonably useful. No pipes popping out of the bed. No smoke stains around everything.
While Dorothy was busy killing green people for red shoes*, AuntieM (AuntyM? Still working on the spelling) was polishing herself up the for the Paddy’s Day Corned Beef and Cabbage buffet—seriously, the cabbage explains the exhaust note, LOL.
So. Tires and wheels are on. Both have some serious dish, but the rears are super deep. Looks great I think. The 18s look pretty good and the ride is so much better I’m tempted to put the Dinan sport springs (an inch or two drop) back on. More pics maybe when I have better light
Oh. These are going to look nice.
So, the parts are in, tires are mounted on the wheels and balanced (though I’ve not seen them) and I’ll have them on the car tomorrow after lunch.
I now have shipping notifications on all the various items that comprise my new set of wheels and tires. They should all should be at the shop over the course of this week. I’m stoked enough to write the rambling dissertation to follow, which is at least not my typical “missed connection” or “frenemy pen-pal” missive.
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You big dopes. You are letting me down in more ways than usual, you big-watch-wearing tight-sleeve-so-your-arms-look-big triple-black-orderin-cause-you-wanna-be-just-like-lil-bastard-or-whatever-that-no-flow-lil-jerk-names-be.
I was driving south on 684, listening to Beck’s “Sea Change” and in a sour mood because of the miserable conditions of the road, the drumming of the rain, the wash of the puddles and the joy of navigating LaGuardia traffic when I saw you coming.