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 What to do when the gas pedal sticks. Of course it wouldn’t be a big deal if most drivers weren’t incorrigible leadfoot, stomp on the gas, mash the brake, fail to signal, hang on, think I dropped my (cellphone, sandwich, lipstick, magazine, baby) kinda drivers anyway. After all, if the gas pedal was only a little depressed, no, we won’t go there, there would be ample time to kill the ignition, use the brakes, steer it calmly out of harms way, bail out at low speed, and/or hand off the baby.
Heck yeah Toyota has to shoulder some blame, and pay for the changes, but maybe this is a good time to get a grip on the big issues of piloting an automobile.
Facts:
- Nothing is perfect, least of all an extraordinarily complex machine.
- All of Murphy’s Laws can be applicable in any given instance.
- It is the pilots responsibility to ascertain the road worthiness of the vehicle.
- People rarely weigh over three hundred pounds.
- A horsepower is defined as the ability to lift 550 pounds one foot off the ground in one second.
- A lawnmower engine rarely is rated below 3 horsepower.
- What’s your hurry? It’s not like hell is gonna run out of parking spaces.
Somewhere out there is a Toyota driver, mad as heck but driving a car that would never, ever have had a gas pedal problem and he’s wondering if he can get in on some class action suit, and use the money t0 get a Corvette and some Rogaine and he thinks he’s a great driver as he passes on the right, rolls through a right on red and blames the whole darn world for their selfish thoughtless ways, manufacturing a lemon. Yep, he shoulda hung on to that fine American hunk of Corvair iron.
 The city manager of Black Diamond, a Seattle suburb apparently was the right guy for the job, they hired him and then did the backcground check. What they could discover, when he wasn’t trying to block thier efforts, seems to be perfectly appropriate for a person in charge of the public trust, as per our opinion.
Read the whole story here and then feel free to comment or tell us about your own fine examples of representative public officialdom.
It must be something genetic. Power corrupts, or along those lines. Maybe we should actually be a little forgiving because although it seems like all those attracted to a political life turn out to be peeping toms or pervs, at least they don’t seem to go postal and waste people like your average blue collar worker, or wait, maybe they do too.
That’s a fact jack, the wizards at the big software company everyone loves to hate have linked your real world phsical attributes, (as determined by banks of computers sifting through all the data in the cloud), to the character you will be able to chose when playing the latest action games on that shiny new Xbox. Think you have the heft to pick up that 50cal machine gun and run full tilt through the mazes of the underworld with a hundred siths hot on your tail? Not if you are really some pimply faced ninety pounder wwho can barely lift a full glass of milk. Them siths are gonna feast on your meager entrails.
Hey fatboy, try huffing around those virtual worlds now that your corpulent ass has been identified by Microsoft software and not only made your lardbutt a part of your gaming avatar, but restricted your abilities in grand theft auto to where you can only get in and out of a stolen car in a little over a minute and a half.
It really is a stroke of genius, linking all the info about you on the web to every character you chose for gaming, after all the info is out there, and it could serve as healthy inspiration. But if you are a homely dirt brown brunette who longs to conquer new worlds and protect the worlds antiquities, better not try to be Lara Croft, you’ll end up a flat, two dimensional imitation.
Seriously though, the development could have some real value. What if they linked it to your automobiles abilities? No more mousey housewives hogging the road in behemoth SUV’s, no more little old ladies from Pasadena blowing by you at speed, no more dimwits passing on the right when someone is turning left. This author has always thought vehicles should be assigned by physical and mental capabilities. Young, agile, buff? You get a Viper. That old fart that actually has one, he gets a Geo. And the author of this article, well, I’ve been on foot now for a couple of years.
Thought the haircut wars were over, well nothings really ever over in Texas. Seems even preschoolers aren’t immune from the kindergarten attitudes of the people who run the schools in that state.
Gimme a half gallon of milk to go with those brownies, and a bag of Cheetos, and another bag of Cheetos, and maybe another bag of Cheetos.
Tiger Woods has been named as the AP’s athlete of the decade, joining the ranks of other famous individuals, like Wilt Chamberlain.
Why pay for cable when you can get the channels cheap by running a cable nextdoor, or why buy a $35 million drone when you can see what it sees for $25?
You don’t talk to Sarah unless she talks to you first. Just one of the recent gleanings from observations about our current celeb politico.
Another – Wherever she goes they take the tomatoes away so they can’t be used as objects of commentary, (but they leave the cans of green beans on the shelves, and we’re talking those big, industrial Costco size cans.)
One more – Make sure you get the money first. Seems people in a hurry might forget the little things, like making good on payment.
Reference – Salt Lake City Tribune
 Our truly magical seer of the west looks into the stars and tells what things of import hold forth this week.
The sun sets slowly, dim wintry skies, holiday baloney, bows and ties. The wide world spins, on eccentric poles. The cold winter wins, but look for loopholes.
Aries – Can’t find it, look behind the refrigerator. Go to the movies, alone. Be solicitous. Don’t call him, he’ll call you. A spinning whine, tires on ice maybe? Forever and ever, amen. Cluster headaches, but not for you.
Taurus – Startled. Take the chance. Physical low biorhythm. Meat, wink and be hairy. Hide emotions. Something floating, hovering, drifting. A plain mealy grit. Withered and spare.
Gemini – Open your eyes, no regrets. Offensive. A limit to everything. Pamper those you love. A deep metallic blue ornament or globe. Rush of cold air, in nostrils. Touching neglect.
Cancer – The virtue of patience. Reveling in warm laundry. You may get the flu. Relax, no anxiety. Blasted science. An overdose of dumbness in a politician or political figure. Some motorized toy. Fruitcake.
Leo – Get it out of your system, it’s probably inevitable, don’t hope for too much. Give in. Draw or sketch or doodle. Palms. Airplane, noticeable. Friggin sloppy beast. Too much salt.
Virgo – Face reality, before it’s too late. Ice skating. Shoes that are beat or need resoling. A pleasant bonhomie or halcyon moment, but subdued. Red, happy lights. Be hesitant, but not overcautious. Do Believe!
Libra – Fried bananas. Don’t hold it against her. Try something unfamiliar. Put it in your pocket. No way Jose. Nickels, old. Careless in the groceries. A swishing skirt, girl-like and joyous. Some bent metal.
Scorpio – Cook a solo feast. Take your dog. Appreciate what y0u have. Open your mind and heart. Rasty. Technical issues you should lay on yourself. Wooden, the grain of wood, specifically the rough cool texture that warms to the touch, like a wall or chair arm, could be.
Sagittarius – Don’t always be so sincere. Take bagpipes for instance. Psychedelic underwear. Generosity. A fudgesicle? Loud sincere boom, or rumble. Soft velvet, maybe fleece. Carmine, Canine? These terrible twwos.
Capricorn – Read some kiddie lit, Shel Silverstein say. Peer leakage. Have no doubts, your ideas are sound. Butterscotch. That feeling after the whole world changes, like crashing the car. A lap cat.
Aquarius – Three down, one to go. Call grandparent. Forgo shaving. Think brontosaurus. Relive the past. A warm cup that spreads. Master of the remote. Nuts, nuts and more nuts. A plateful of platitudes, insincere. Rolling erratically.
Pisces – I’m just standing in a doorway. Oops, anyone can make a problem. Flannel PJ’s. Blame the innocent. Cramped, crowded. The scent of Tabu. Money problems, oh man, money problems.
Took the day off for a late fall hike in the Noisy Diobsud wilderness area of Washington state. A beautiful day, began crisp and cold before dawn, driving up from Whidbey through Anacortes, Sedro-Wooley and on up over the Baker Lake dam to where the trailhead was lightly frosted and remnants of the last days snow still lingered. Setting off through old growth forests, open meadows bursting with wild blueberries, don’t step in the bear poop, and on to Anderson lake for a look see before making our way over to Watson Lakes and spectacular views of the Picketts Range. This hike is short, moderately hilly and now on my top ten day hikes.
 Free land in America? You bet, but like everything else it has a catch. There is land available free in every state in the United States, you just have to know who to ask. Sometimes you can’t do much with it but what the heck, it’s yours, and you can say you own it. We’ll show you where and how you can get your hands on some at the end of the article, and yes it really is free real estate.
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What to do when the gas pedal sticks. Of course it wouldn’t be a big deal if most drivers weren’t incorrigible leadfoot, stomp on the gas, mash the brake, fail to signal, hang on, think I dropped my (cellphone, sandwich, lipstick, magazine, baby) kinda drivers anyway. After all, if the gas pedal was only a little depressed, no, we won’t go there, there would be ample time to kill the ignition, use the brakes, steer it calmly out of harms way, bail out at low speed, and/or hand off the baby.
