Ah. There’s that false equivalency I was waiting for.

It used to be that people would be driving and they’d regularly look out that big window in the front of the car and would take some small degree of pride in using the big round thing in front of them effectively.

Oh hell. This stupid fucking argument again?

RAM diesels are most likely to roll coal on me when I’m cycling. F250s are second, but they have to be old ones.

Of course. Because someone not obeying the traffic laws should be treated with unmitigated violence.

I’m an old fart that’s been riding for 45 years now and remember seeing these things around from time to time. I had VWs, which at that time made like 60hp and could never figure out why someone would make a 900 pound motorcycle that makes 50hp.

12:30pm would be lunch time, so go for it.

LOL. You do realize you’re reading Jalopnik, right?

Why don’t you just say “no”?

And flaking at a wedding? If you commit and then back out, the wedding party is still going to pay for your dinner and booze. That’s shitty to do.

Flaking and being late is, IMHO, disrespectful. Wasting someone else’s time is never OK and being consistently late for agreed on meetings or not showing up at all is ridiculously rude.

My dad, back when I was 11: “Son, the difference between adults and children is planning.” Here in my late 50s, that’s become evidently true.

Big bowl of ice cubes were usually involved to numb the lobe. Potato was to prevent neck sticking.

Heh. Age will come for you, too, young one. Chuckle now.

That’s great, but what about stopping? There’s where car pilots cause the most grief for trucks; cutting them off, stopping short, jumping into the safety cushion the truck is leaving ahead of them and so on.

We’ll be rolling Rt. 50 at some point in the next two weeks. I’m sure of that. It remains one of my favorite roads in the whole country. Find a spot to pull out, get out of the car and stand there for 5 or 10 minutes listening to the silence.

Stop trying to distract yourself or make it productive time. Be involved instead. Look out the window and think about your life or what it must be like to live in the place you’re driving through.

Soichiro is spinning in his grave.

Cars either don’t lean in the corner or they lean the wrong way.

I find your lack of imagination disturbing.