More like having a phone shoved to your face to see a meme that is mildly entertaining at best.
More like having a phone shoved to your face to see a meme that is mildly entertaining at best.
I used to get hella annoyed that my mom would be online all afternoon so I would pick up the phone and blow into it for a few seconds until I heard AOL man say “Goodbye.”
12.5 millidrivers.
That’s more than 3 cars. They will have to take turns, or share.
I have lightish brown hair, my eyes used to be brown but are now hazel brown, and I have a reddish brown beard. My shits all over the place.
I also wrote Janeway. Why did I have to scroll so far down to find another?
“When others kid me about being bald, I simply tell them that the way I figure it, the good Lord only gave men so many hormones, and if others want to waste theirs on growing hair, that’s up to them.”
-John Glenn
As an EndeavourOS user, this pleases me greatly.
Wear one then. Fuck all the haters.
In the US you legally have to put a radio on the car for emergency broadcast.
My 2015 Mazda 3 has both and I love it.
Tell my wifi love her.
It will get in the moving parts, melt, caramelize, and seize the engine that way.
Sugar in the gas tank doesn’t do anything. You gotta put in the oil fill cap.
It is very easy to not see a motorcycle. Very easy. And due to the way our brains work, their small size can make us seem further away than we actually are.
It does help me mentally though. Sometimes the lies we tell ourselves help.
Most bikes are not bassy it’s mostly thumpers and harleys that are bassy. Just wait until you get passed by a bunch of squids on sport bikes with parallel twins and I4s, those are much higher, and represent a large percentage of the bikers out there.
Also, I’m grateful that my bike is loud. I don’t rev it to high hell though, but an additional sensory input for the fuckhead texting on the freeway is not a bad thing. A lot of people where I live (Seattle) don’t pay attention on the road and it’s pretty scary on a bike surrounded by them sometimes. Sometimes it is simply not possible to have a decent safety bubble when there’s traffic.
No, it’s because women are smart enough to look under shit and we men are not. 90% of the time I ask my partner if she knows where something is, she asks if I looked under x, and about half the time it is, in fact, under x.
My grandpa ran over a woman who walked into the street late at night. There was no way for him to have avoided it. He did not get in trouble. This was in California.