EV’S AND UNSALTED BUTTER

 

Just thinking about life and what makes us smile.

One train of thought goes to Clarkson in an episode of Top Gear on the Isle of Man as he was waiting for his test car to arrive.  That car was an Aston Martin.  Clarkson nearly had a euphoric melt down as he heard the car still some miles away before even seeing it.   The point being that our sensors are pricked by sight, sound, feel and emotion.  Clarkson was hooked just by sound before tasting the nuances of the Aston lapping up what it had to offer the senses.  Noise, rumble and a tactile feel enough to want an immediate lie down post test to recover.  This is like spreading proper salted butter on your morning toast leading to an eyes-shut flavour hit.

Then we have the lithium fossil fuel dependant EV with no rumble, no noise, no tactile feel and no fun.  This is akin to spreading unsalted butter on your toast.  It looks yellow, it spreads like salted butter but it’s missing the fun.  It’s probably better for you [maybe] and suffices to grease the toast but isn’t life too short not to have fun?  Your average EV is like unsalted butter in that it’s quick, does the same job as a real car, has seats and doors, has huge infotainment systems but no buttons to play with, no vibration and no wahoo.  Boring as batshit.  All the fun has been removed.  Unsalted butter!  Even restaurants serving unsalted butter sprinkle sea salt onto the yellow grease in an attempt to bring back the fun!

And remember, I can drive my ageing supercar for decades [University study] with less environmental impact than a new VW electric golf.  This fact is dodged by the woke-driven wanabees ignoring major battery issues such as lithium fossil fuel dependence, range insanity, charging times forcing in car sleeping and car end of life disposal problems.

Personally, I smile when I approach the garage because I know all my senses will be tested when my 24 year old Mercedes V12 fires up and I tootle off the work.  Salted butter!   Five minutes in a petrol station and there is another 600km of nonstop fun.

Please, stop the woke crap and the brain-mouth disconnects and the pontificating self entitled by trying to understand the real science and develop a proper environmentally friendly bio-fuel which will keep the fun rolling in millions of cars.  A trillion dollar reward may jog a few brain cells?

I like my butter salted!

BACKING INTO ANGLED PARKING SPOTS & TINTED WINDOWS

There is a dysfunctional change to the way people angle park and it’s moronic.  As an example of this stupidity, at South Melbourne market people go to great lengths to back into a 90 degree angled parking spot seemingly oblivious to the fact that their boot/tailgate, where they will put their purchasers, is now blocked by the very fact they backed in. If they had driven in forwards like a normal human being they would have had easy access.  At South Melbourne market we have seen idiots carrying shopping, kids, strollers and all manner of junk squeezing past cars parked either side just to get to their tailgate which they can’t access anyway.  We have also seen the same morons use the bonnet of the car next to their tailgate as a platform until they shift their car forward a metre  into the traffic so as to load up.  There is another entirely logical reason to nose into an angled parking spot in that by parking nose in you do not disrupt the passing traffic as in parallel parking.  By backing in to an angled park you expect all traffic to stop just so you can back in.  This sense of entitlement and ‘me me me’ beggars belief.  Indeed we have seen people reverse park even in a 45 degree angle park which makes zero sense and they are facing the wrong direction on exit.  This backing into angled parking spots is moronic and I suspect driven by the proliferation of reverse cameras enabling the moron to pretend they self shine.

People need to be aware that backing into everything is not normal behaviour.  May I suggest that a touch of clear thinking will override self entitlement.

Please, nose into angled parking spots like a normal human being!!

There may be another reason why people use their reversing cameras with such moronic regularity.  Watch drivers doing strange things and I will back it in they have every window in their cars, including the windscreen, so heavily tinted they can’t actually see outside with enough clarity to park or indeed safely drive anywhere.  Yesterday we ate lunch at a cafe on Church Street in Brighton enjoying a table outside where we had a plain view of passing traffic.  In roughly 40% of cars you could not see the driver through any window let alone through the windscreen.  How these people see anything at night is a mystery but does explain the necessity for parking cameras.  In our daily commute we see drivers veering, swerving and ignoring other cars and in nearly all cases the morons have heavily tinted windows.  Obviously, there are good drivers with tinted windows but, it seems that a good percentage of bad drivers have tinted windows – they just can’t see out. 

Personally, we like to look out and enjoy the world with as clear a vision as we can get.  The world is a fantastic place to be treasured and not to be hidden behind tinting.  Drive with the windows down, let the wind flow through, turn the radio off and soak in life.  Please.

DJNO CYA

Djno,

Australians have a lovely way of expressing thought through and by a ‘localised vernacular contraction’.  We leap at diphthongs and revel in bastardising English like, G’day.  Wahoo!

I thought I would pen another being ‘Cya’ or ‘see you’ to the uninitiated.  This concatenation [3251 – position in alphabet] in mathematical terms is the 458^th prime number.  Why is that important?  Because it’s ‘pure’ and unadulterated and unable to be divided by any other ‘thought’.  In mere mortal terms it expresses one’s singular desire to actually be able to lay ‘eyes’ on someone in the future.  There can be little else better in terms of friendship or satisfaction or heart warming, even if it’s spoken in a throwaway line! 

 

Which brings me to the point.

At life’s end-ish there is nothing more important than people and life and how we have lived with those people.  Knowing their thoughts is critical, life affirming and just plain bloody nice.  I missed mum’s death by 3 minutes and dad’s by 16,000km and I regret same every day assuming they would be around forever.  Stupid male.

[DJNO translates to ‘did you know’]