When I was a kid, people in my parent’s generation were immediately suspicious of anything that came from the internet. “Don’t meet anyone from the internet in real life!” “You can’t believe that, it’s just on the internet!”
I want that Jeter one airbrushed on a van.
I vote for the 2018 Corvette from the USA.
Yeah, the other one’s not a great look
The entire article is about his hypocrisy and nowhere in the article was it stated that he has no “right” to this. Your point isn’t much of a point at all.
I think you’re missing the point.
Those are all “hatchback” body styles in that doc, that is why the Si does not appear.
The problem is maintenance. If they have every random vehicle in the world, there is no way to standardize training and keep everything consistently maintained.
It would be one of dumbest things if the new mail truck is NOT EV. Predictable, repeating routes that can be addressed with right-size battery configuration. Low speed/high torque operation. The constant start-stop where regen brakes saves mechanical brake life and recaptures the energy. Set spots to park/charge every…
Right there with you...manual transmissions and a lot of kids moving to the back of the bus for traction.
This reminds me of a cool thing I have tried explaining to people. I graduated high school in 1999. While that is a whole generation ago, something really interesting happened in the couple years preceding that.
True, but stopping would also give the aggressive man an opportunity to force his way through the flimsy door on the bus. It’s a tough situation.
rose colored glasses for sure. see you in 30 years when you star in your own bus hood riding video
adults these days are the worst, suddenly thinking the youth of the world has gone to shit. i’m like bro, THAT WAS US
What the fuck are you talking about? Kids have always been little shits. My family is from the South, so every story is about mailboxing or throwing rocks at cars.
Honest to God, it seems like it’s always the old white men who do stupid angry shit like this. They’re the ones who wait until their lane ends—handily ignoring the approximately 36 “Lane Ends” signs—to try to merge in front of you and then get pissed when you don’t let them in.