I don’t know that there’s a commercial engulf-in-a-giant-ball product, maybe experimental.  There are airbag vests that protect the chest, neck, and head.

You’re still straddling the motorcycle, leaning in turns, and open to the environment. I would say the essential experience is preserved.

Right now, no.  Not commuting, so not enough miles to worry about it.  When I return to the office, not much because I expect I’ll only be going one day a week.  However, I will be commuting either with a 4 cylinder car or a motorcycle, both of which get good mileage.

He probably means steady speed on the highway.  No way a Corvette is getting 30 in city traffic.

“And we do that because weight is the enemy of cost.”

It seems very specifically targeted to GM, but who cares?

Fun fact, mirrors don’t flip images.  Text looks backwards because you turned the page around so it would face the mirror, not because the mirror flips it.

No, the nose is wrong. I mean not that there’s anything wrong with that guy’s nose, it’s just not Tory’s nose.

A garbage car in excellent condition is still garbage.

Just so’s you know, it’s “Barenaked Ladies”, two words.

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I can’t imagine making a car trip of more than 150 miles.

What I want to know is, why do golf carts cost almost as much as a new car?

Hop-on/hop-off seems to be the way of the future (or technically long long ago).

I find it simpler to just remember that “it’s” means “it is”.  Then it’s quite obvious which to use.

Also “At his next gig, all the employees quit save one quit when he was introduced as the general manager.”  Just a minor copy-paste error, but still.

The only real differences are small in how they monitor the driver.

I think it’s the Hummer EV Edition 1.

Hm, Goldwing flat six swap? Or maybe if you found a wrecked KTM 1290, or Tuono 1100... the high revving liter-plus Japanese inline four just seems kind of obvious. It’s the LS of motorcycle engine swaps (and of course they both got that way for a reason).

I suppose the upbeat way of looking at having a car crash through your roof, mere feet from the bed you were sleeping in, is that the odds of it happening again are likely astronomical.