Indeed. The unfortunate part is this would fly 20,000 ft. over the head of 80% of the American public.
Indeed. The unfortunate part is this would fly 20,000 ft. over the head of 80% of the American public.
I maintain that a Pinto would be the best option. Made in America - he’s all about that, right?
I mean, why not just give the people what they want:
WHY DID YOU TURN!!
All the major mapping software already does this - Google, Waze, Apple Maps. I’m sure it could be integrated into Android Auto, CarPlay, or whatever OEM nav software is out there.
It required “an integrated vehicle system that uses, at minimum, the GPS location of the vehicle compared with a database of posted speed limits”. Who maintains that database? Who ensures that cars continue to receive those data? How quickly do they require those data be updated for road work, etc? It was a…
Greyhound isn’t public transit, but since it’s in the slideshow I’ll tell my story:
Just FYI
This single music video outdoes every story in here.
Typical Irvine residents.
So if I am ever speeding in Irvine, the best way to lose the cops is to drive through a carwash?
“Are they giving us the finger because we’re cops or because we’re in a Cybertruck?”
I wasn’t even on public transit, I was just walking down the sidewalk in NYC with some friends, and suddenly a buy was angrily pounding on my shoulder from behind, “HEY, HEY!”. I turned around like what is this guy’s problem. “I SAW YOU LOOKING AT ME!” and I was like “I wasn’t, I’ve never seen you before.”. Turns out…
Weak sauce. Clearly none of these people have ever ridden the MTA in NYC. I see much crazier stuff on a daily basis, but it doesn’t even register to me at this point. It’s just background noise to New Yorkers.
1.5, maybe 2 psi.
People seem to either love or hate the seats. Thankfully we love them, and get out of the car after a 10 hour travel day with no issues...plus we’re in our (very) late 60s.
Honda Fit - the perfect car for city and suburban dwellers who don’t need to use the highway. Massive amount of cargo space inside, tiny dimensions on the outside.
Illinois is a bit weird about this. We’re not allowed to fire off the flying stuff, but we can have sparklers, smoke bombs, snakes, and stuff like that. It’s a little silly because the law, which is several decades old, is supposed to be about safety, but sparklers can burn the crap out of your skin.
I hate having to pull into a small town gas station restroom. There are some doozies here in Texas. It seems every time I go offroading out in East Texas, my buddies always stop at the same place for cheap gas in Gilmer, TX. Inevitably I need to take a leak before hitting the OHV park, so I go find the John, it always…
Any gas station within half a mile of an interstate highway in the south. The incessant smell of pee, pot and gasoline, the humid stickiness of everything you touch, the questionable characters hanging out in the energy-drink bottle littered parking lot, and the cashier barricaded behind milky plexiglass selling lotto…