You have a good point, but you have to remember than when an Altima crashes, the dimension in Hell from which they sprang is opened, and the wreck is sucked back home, so there’s less evidence?

So. Um. Given the last paragraph?
Maybe change the headline or first line to: Tesla owners are the worst drivers on the road, as they somehow make what Consumer Reports rated as the most safe car, into the least safe. I mean, I think that’s an interesting phenomena.
And much more interesting, finally, than the rest of…

I’m 54.
As for the ‘baked in’ aspect, did you not read the article?
The electrical systems in cars need to move to 48volts, allowing many of the wires to be thinner, more efficient [the savings over that same decade in the amount of copper wiring needed over the decade? pfft so much less].
But even keeping things at 12…

This.
Or, I suppose one could literally make an entire YouTube channel out of the misery, I mean, joy, that comes from owning this wonderful sh*t box, I mean, time capsule, from a simpler era, I mean, awful, awful, time of horrible human rights, horrible wars, and worse quality control in cars.... wait...

Well, not in Texas, around the launchpad, anymore.

When Hoovie was looking at his Cybertruck with Car Wizard (two YouTube personalities) they discovered that under the hood the window washer was letting washer fluid down into the truck internals.
I wonder if they all have that problem?

If you can’t understand pedestrians, dice ‘em.

My physics knowledge is not very good, but does that mean that the Tesla is using other cars as the ‘crumple’ zone?
If the Tesla itself hits something unmoving, the people inside are toast, though, right? As without a crumple zone, the vehicle stops, and the people inside keep moving, slamming into the airbags and…

1. Drunk driving is the worst.
2. If he had pulled up to a drive-thru, placed his order, and then turned to the tree and said, “And what’ll it be for you, my sweet?” before he passed out? Then we’d have something to discuss.
3. There’s face blindness, and then there’s I can’t see the log in my own eye blindness, or in…

Yes!
I mean, of course, not an actual tribal tattoo, but rather on a person of shall we say, such a distance from any kind of actual tribe that in desperation they get their face tattooed in a pattern that could best be described as:
not right.
Um.
I’m not great at descriptions.

Me, going to pick up my fleet of cars that I bought for a dollar:
What?

Oh, c’mon haters.
But I do want to offer this:
If you’re gonna display your car, display your car.
I’m thinking some kind of a rotating rotisserie kind of thing, where you can spin the whole car around, upside down, I mean, so you can admire all the under bits.
If you’re claiming your car is a Rothko and you’re not…

Well, get your 2015 i3 now, in California, where there’s a required 10 year 100,000 battery warranty. How do I know?
David Tracy told me, because that’s how he got the battery replaced in his i3.
I don’t remember what year his car is, but i3 owners in California?
Take your i3 to a dealer and have them check the battery,…

Huh. This’s a great point which leads to that question: how much iron is in there?
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Wait, do you have some method of protecting such steel?
What are you?
A wizard?
Burn the wizard!

We miss you Billy!

Also?
It’s just gross.
I mean, we cook food for so many reasons other than:
So that the food won’t kill us when we eat it.
I mean, that should be the bare minimum for food?
And then, nutrition?
And then?
Taste, MF.
And if you’re telling me that slurping up your meat after you’ve plucked, skinned, deboned and deveined your…

Just another bad acorn in the barrel.
Weird how that barrel is just full to the brim with bad fruit.
Huh.
Where do bad fruit come from, anyway?

What’re you trying to say about my dumpster?
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FYI, folks? Don’t sleep in dumpsters, even ones that appear to be ‘abandoned,’ because that dumpster might simply be on a once a month/every three months/whenever the owner calls for pickup kind of pickup, kind of schedule, which means your temporary or permanent shelter…

Don’t be silly. You’re only stupid if you don’t also own the companion album to the novel, “The House of Leaves.”
Wait, you don’t own the album?
Geeze, how does your brain even manage to operate your lungs and heart at the same time?