Mikey wrote:
It's the same thing - like we have our "fast lane" or "passing lane" on the left (except for the damned New Yorkers going to Atlantic City who can't figure out what the hell the fast lane is,) theirs are on the right.
Same in Canada, passing on the right is illegal.
Spot on. 'Round here, most of the time the big pipe is just a "cherry bomb" to make the car have an exhaust note that doesn't match it's actual output.
No kidding. I saw a guy at Wal*Mart yesterday (go figure) who had an exhaust bigger then the cannon on the old Cougar (76mm), on a Cavalier.
I think the most ridiculous one I have seen was an exhaust that must have been about the width of about 60/70mm On a Vauxhall Nova.
Thats one of the things I love about mum's Fiesta. Its only got a 90 bhp 1.4L engine, however It pulls pretty darn quick AND makes an incredibly satisfying noise, without any 3rd party modifications added.
Are you all ready for the rant from hell? So am I. Let's get started.
I get on my plane from Honolulu to San Francisco, and find that I'm seated next to a very large woman. So large in fact that even after I put the armrest of the seat down, shes "rolling" over into my seat, and I'm finding myself pushed up against the other armrest. Then to make things better, the womans husband walks up and hands her a baby. Oh joy. Now we take off, and twenty minutes into the flight, the poor baby starts SCREAMING in pain (I'm guessing from the pressure change). All that loving mother could do was keep telling it to shut up, and getting all huffy. After an hour of flying and crying, the baby finally started to settle down with a bottle, and shortly after that, both mother and baby fall asleep. I get to enjoy about two hours of peace and quiet until that WONDERFUL sound everyone who's ever been around a baby knows, when it makes a stinky diaper. Now, I've got a doo-doo diaper less than a foot away from me, and mommie is blissfully sleeping with drool coming down her chin, hanging in her wiskers. I gently nudge her to let her know, but she doesn't move. I poke her gently on the shoulder to no avail as well. I smell that lovely oder for 15 more minutes until we hit some turbulence. I use that as an excuse to jolt against the lady and wake her up. She comes too, and I politely let her know that her baby soiled itself. So she sticks her nose in the baby's butt, sniffs, and then YELLS to her husband, who was four rows up on the left "THE BABY SHIT ITSELF!" He yells back, "WELL, WE LAND IN AN HOUR OR SO ANYWAY, WE'LL CHANGE HIM THEN!" I sit back wondering how I'm not going to throw up from having to smell this "fragerace" for the next hour, only to be rescued by the guardian angel, in the guise of an old hawaiian woman sitting behind me. She complains to the flight attendant, who then MAKES this lovely mother change the poor child.
We land in San Francisco, I switch planes, and the next round begins.
I get on the plane, and somebody is sitting in my seat. I politely inform him that was my reserved seat. He tells me to go sit somewhere else. I told him I'd paid for this seat, so he tells me he doesn't want to get up, and just take the window seat. Now, in today's aircraft, you can't GET to the window seat without everybody else getting up anyway. Again, the flight attendant gets involved, and now i'm sitting next to this guy for the next two hours. (He was completely shit face drunk too). He gives me a hard time, his wife a hard time, and even the flight attendant a hard time when she won't give him more than two of those little bottles of booze on the plane.
The last straw? They lose my luggage. I landed on sat the 31st, and don't get it till friday the 5th.....and I left on sunday the 7th.
I love air travel.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
There is only one way of avoiding the war – that is the overthrow of this society. However, as we are too weak for this task, the war is inevitable. -L. Trotsky, 1939
It is the pressure change that makes babies cry on planes; it is common knowledge (or so I thought) that a bottle is the easiest way to help - even a little water or juice if the kid isn't hungry, as it helps regulate the pressure behind the ear much the same way as chewing gum does for adults.
Tsukiyumi wrote:I will when I own my own PBY Catalina.
"Who's gonna fly it kid... you?"
*ahem* Sorry, couldn't resist. Isn't there a plane less than 60 years old you'd rather have?
I can't stand nothing dull
I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
Mikey wrote:Isn't there a plane less than 60 years old you'd rather have?
Same design, just a brand new build. As far as flying boats go, the Catalina is still the best, if you don't want to spend tens of millions of dollars.
There is only one way of avoiding the war – that is the overthrow of this society. However, as we are too weak for this task, the war is inevitable. -L. Trotsky, 1939
Your typical British winter has now sent in - half a dozen flakes and the entire country grinds to a halt. And of course, the home counties comprise the entire country.
Only two things are infinite - the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe: Albert Einstein.
Captain Seafort wrote:About time this old thing got resurrected.
Your typical British winter has now sent in - half a dozen flakes and the entire country grinds to a halt. And of course, the home counties comprise the entire country.
Ugh. Tell me about it - I had to do some grocery shopping today. Well, my town is home to a good number of retirement communities, and the weather forecast is for a (paltry) 6 - 12 inches of snow beginning tomorrow night. Well, the supermarket was so g-ddamned packed with old people (who stop their carts for no reason right in the middle of the aisles, BTW) loading up because they think they'll be stuck in their houses until April, that you'd have thought one of the networks broadcast a forecast for Ragnarok to occur in the next few days, and having a house full of eggs, milk, and bread was the only way to fend off Jormungandir.
I can't stand nothing dull
I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
Doesn't help that for drivers at least, no-ones taught to drive on snow in any way. The moment snow comes a long, it introduces a random element to driving that no-one knows how to cope with. Everyone panics. To be fair, cars like my mothers don't particularly help situations when they have low profile tires as standard. I am not an expert in car mechanics, but I imagine they aren't particularly grippy. On the way to school, someone in a Rover 75 pulled away gently, probably only doing 5 or 10 around the corner, but his back end still flicked out and into someones pride and joy Austin Cambridge.
It's not the profile, it's the overall height and width. Higher diameter and wider tires mean that there's more rubber on the ground at any given time. But yes - most people lose all trace of common sense when a few flakes fall.
I can't stand nothing dull
I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
We have the same effect here in Arizona when it rains, people immediatly start driving at 5 MPH. And then they see a red street light, "oh however am I going to stop it's 100 yards away, I'll never make it .
AAAAAHHH, idiots, if you don't know how your vehicle acts in all local conditions you are an idiot.
God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.
.................................................Billy Currington
Well, it rained last night and then dropped to below freezing. And because my street is sheltered from the sun it still hasn't melted at mid-day. The whole street is like a fucking skating rink.
"You've all been selected for this mission because you each have a special skill. Professor Hawking, John Leslie, Phil Neville, the Wu-Tang Clan, Usher, the Sugar Puffs Monster and Daniel Day-Lewis! Welcome to Operation MindFuck!"
Just sit in your window with a BB gun and watch all of the excitement.
"All this has happened before --"
"But it doesn't have to happen again. Not if we make up our minds to change. Take a different path. Right here, right now."
Have any of you ever been told you're an evil person? Had several of my students tell me so. Then again, I had just as many of them argue against it. I had a strong urge to have them fight over it and see who had the greatest will to win.
No kidding. I saw a guy at Wal*Mart yesterday (go figure) who had an exhaust bigger then the cannon on the old Cougar (76mm), on a Cavalier.
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AAAAAHHH, idiots, if you don't know how your vehicle acts in all local conditions you are an idiot. 
