@bzr: Does anyone remember the South Park episode where they kept saying "the Simpsons have already done that". I feel in the automotive world this applies to Top Gear. And as the video shows, "Top Gear has already done this." #needforspeed
This is one of those annoying stories that will feed the resolve of the anti-seatbelt people you always meet for another decade. You know the ones, they always have a convenient story like how "my uncle's friend Skeeter got thrown out of his Bronco at 60 miles 'un hour and all he damaged was his spine bone but his cousin Merle and his smellhound Snooch were buckled up and they died when the cargo of beer cases and Sudafed tablets broke loose."
Not that there's anything wrong with that, the seatbelt is totally your choice, but come on, at least do a little research.
@Touched: Not to my knowledge. I think it's still a state level thing and in many places it's only a secondary offense, meaning they can't pull you over for it, just add it on to another infraction.
@Touched: Only if they notice. Do like my grandpa and stab a pen through the belt so that it backs up against the shoulder mount and you can just drape it over your body.
Yes, he is willing to do this to a brand new Cadillac DTS just to avoid wearing a seatbelt.
And being mostly deaf at this point allows you to subvert the seat-belt warning tone and dashboard light with a simple piece of electrical tape.
What the devil did they hit? A front clip-sized hole in a concrete wall? It looks like all the crash did was tear off every body panel and accessory not within the confines of the front crash structure.
And this is another reason why we need in-car cameras standard.
Here's the big difference between men and women at the age when everyone's looking for action.
Take two equally equipped ‘68 Roadrunners, with the 440 Magnum-ah, what the heack, go for the Hemi with the décor package-vinyl top, the rally wheels with the custom rims, and the air-grabber system. Put four girls in one, four guys in the other. You send them both out to get a six-pack of beer and tell them to be back at midnight.
The girls will probably be back by eleven o’clock. One beer is half empty and warm, with lipstick on the rim. The car’s cleaner than when you left it, it smells like a mix of Chanel No. 5 and gossip. Everone’s chatting happily and planning how to get together soon for dinner.
The guys- if they ever come back-one is missing, there’s blood everywhere, no one’s talking. The beers gone, a second six-pack is also empty, some liquor bottles are in the backseat, there are spent shell casings on the floor, butt prints all over the windows, a tire is flat, one of the fender’s all dented, the muffler’s hanging off, and a big piece of animal is strapped on the hood.
I managed to get a test drive of a C5 Corvette when I was 19, but the only thing that was damaged was my love for my Nissan Stanza. That's also when I discovered that Bose audio is highly overrated.
I have sympathy for the car salesman. I was trying to sell my 1970 Challenger, and four girls responded to the ad and asked for a test drive. I thought I was in luck cause the one they left me was done up like a cheerleader.
But they brought the car back all beaten to hell with scratches on the hood and blood on the carpets.
@mr_dude: Years ago I advertised a Honda V45 Magna in the paper and got a parade of long haired, tattooed wanna be teenage biker "dudes" coming to look at it.
Every one of them asked the same question "How fast will it go?". To which my response is always "Fast enough to kill you". The bike would not start for any of them, even though I had never had trouble with it starting before. And I refused all their offers.
I'd get it running and another one would show up and it wouldn't start again. I was confused until one day a woman showed up and she was actually wearing motorcycle clothes and it was the bike she wanted. It fired right up. Bizarre.
@mr_dude: I know what you mean. I was working at this junkyard when this guy came in and wanted to buy a Skyline. He looked like a bit of a douche so I sold it to him for mad cheap. I think he was a cop or something...
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Not that there's anything wrong with that, the seatbelt is totally your choice, but come on, at least do a little research.
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Yes, he is willing to do this to a brand new Cadillac DTS just to avoid wearing a seatbelt.
And being mostly deaf at this point allows you to subvert the seat-belt warning tone and dashboard light with a simple piece of electrical tape.
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And this is another reason why we need in-car cameras standard.
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This is one.
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Here Here.
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Here's the big difference between men and women at the age when everyone's looking for action.
Take two equally equipped ‘68 Roadrunners, with the 440 Magnum-ah, what the heack, go for the Hemi with the décor package-vinyl top, the rally wheels with the custom rims, and the air-grabber system. Put four girls in one, four guys in the other. You send them both out to get a six-pack of beer and tell them to be back at midnight.
The girls will probably be back by eleven o’clock. One beer is half empty and warm, with lipstick on the rim. The car’s cleaner than when you left it, it smells like a mix of Chanel No. 5 and gossip. Everone’s chatting happily and planning how to get together soon for dinner.
The guys- if they ever come back-one is missing, there’s blood everywhere, no one’s talking. The beers gone, a second six-pack is also empty, some liquor bottles are in the backseat, there are spent shell casings on the floor, butt prints all over the windows, a tire is flat, one of the fender’s all dented, the muffler’s hanging off, and a big piece of animal is strapped on the hood.
Two different worlds
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But they brought the car back all beaten to hell with scratches on the hood and blood on the carpets.
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Every one of them asked the same question "How fast will it go?". To which my response is always "Fast enough to kill you". The bike would not start for any of them, even though I had never had trouble with it starting before. And I refused all their offers.
I'd get it running and another one would show up and it wouldn't start again. I was confused until one day a woman showed up and she was actually wearing motorcycle clothes and it was the bike she wanted. It fired right up. Bizarre.
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All I know is some stunt woman eventually ends up on the hood or something like that.
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Well met with the F&F, double heart clicks to anyone that can adapt this to Grand Prix.