#speed limiters

[jrnerad]

2024 Acura TLX Type S: Sports Sedan or Luxury Sedan?

Acura says the TLX Type S is the quickest, best-handling all-wheel-drive sedan in its history. But can it provide its unique brand of performance in the midst of a brutal Maine winter? That’s what Co-Host Chris Teague set out to find this past week as he road-tested the car. Certainly the 2024 version of the Type S has the specs to get the job done. It features improved throttle response in the…

[gleafer]

Happy anniversary to this wonderful show that lead me to this fabulous fandom!

[workplace-safety-health-blog]

Discover what are the categories of lorry with maximum laden weight affected by new traffic police expansion of speed limiter regime here http://wshsingapore.blogspot.com/2023/11/speed-limiter-announcement.html

[violent138]

When the Robins were too young to convincingly pass as drivers, they'd always insist that Bruce drive them to school or anyplace they were running late to, because Bruce's extensive illegal racing experience meant they were guaranteed to make it there on time. Or even early sometimes.

[incognitopolls]

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[pillsopa]

anyone remember adam parrish, the bella swan of henrietta. let’s sit and think now…

[mapsontheweb]

Max Speed Limits Around the World.

by piashsmaps

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[limeshade]

What’s the matter with them? Why are they acting that way? Why, don’t you know? They’re “twitterpated.” Twitterpated? Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example—

BAMBI (1942) Directed by David D. Hand et al. Written by Perce Pearce, Larry Morey et al.

[uncannyzuck]

Wily needs to drive Quick to court on a Tuesday

[bitchfitch]

the cop that likes to set up a speed trap Directly behind my house was back last night. Why the fucker thinks he needs to throw on his sirens at ass o clock every time someone misses the slow down speed limit sign is beyond me. The neighbor dogs got into 10-30 min howling sessions as the lot of them kept eachother worked up Every Time super pig caught someone. That was not fun

This morning though. This morning. I was woken by my neighbor attempting to corrall one of her animals and or children back to her yard and out of mine. Which she has had to do many times before and she always does it in the same way.

By following it to where it's hiding under my back porch (directly below my bedroom window) and repeatedly saying "I love you" until it calms and comes out to her.

Terrible sleep experience 0/10 stars.

[laniakea314]

Aziraphale getting his driver’s license but never a car in 90 years and instead letting Crowley drive him to places will always be funny to me

Then one day, out of the blue, he goes

“oUr CaR”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[runraerun]

The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.

She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.

So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.

But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.

(Spoiler, it’s something more.)

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Hennessey Venom F5-M Roadster, 2024. Billed as the world’s most powerful manual production car. Hennessey Special Vehicles have revealed an updated Venom that draws 1,817 bhp from its Fury V8 engine driving through gated 6-speed manual transmission. Production will be limited to 12 cars, all of which have been pre-sold

[myopinionisimportant]

Ballarat drivers are quite bad, for sure, but it's mostly just a general lack of interest or skill. The only real peculiarity to set them apart is the fact that, despite the overwhelming number of roundabouts in Ballarat, none of the drivers ever seem to have faced one before, rushing up to meet each one as if it were an intersection with Give Way signs at every other entrance, and only stopping if it becomes blindingly obvious that such a headlong rush will get them immediately obliterated.

Melbourne drivers, on the other hand, are bad in a way that demonstrates some level of skill. The thing is that they take any trace of hesitation or uncertainty as either a submissive act or a hostile one, depending on whether they can just blow past you, or are stuck waiting for you while you take a fraction of a second to check who has right of way here.

Drivers in New South Wales are right at the other end of the scale. Many of them seem like they've never seen a car before - certainly they have no familiarity with indicators, or lane markers, or speed limits. DEFINITELY not speed limits. And they really don't seem like they're having a good time.

This lack of skill is very slightly alleviated around Sydney, though, because Sydney drivers at least know about something - they know about tailgating. Unfortunately, they haven't heard that it's a bad thing, so given half a chance, a Sydney driver will rush right up behind you, tootling their horn and flashing their headlights to demonstrate all they've learned. Sweet, in its way.

Anyway, that's how my trip up the coast went. And if I never have to drive again, it'll be too soon.