So a bunch of safety nazis have their panties in a twist because one Volt caught fire after sitting outdoors for three weeks after an NHTSA crash test compromised its lithium ion batteries. Really? I'm only 30 and I can remember a time when auto safety was more of a nice idea than it was a reality. My first car, a 1969 Morris Minor, had shoddy seatbelts bolted into it, judging by the rust on the bolts, sometime in the 1980s. The seats rotated forward on paper-thin hinges. Side impact protection? I could probably have kicked through one of the doors. Fires? Well I did some of the wiring myself, so you figure the consequences... Wiring mostly involves cutting stuff with a knife, right?
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