Showing posts with label Cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cars. Show all posts

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Why Not Regulate Guns Like Cars?

Why Not Regulate Guns Like Cars?

One of the common questions asked by gun control people is "how is it that guns are less regulated than cars" or "why is it that it's easier to buy a gun than a car" or word to that effect -- cars are regulated (you need a license to drive them on public roads) and registered (the government maintains a list of who owns which car) and insured (you need car insurance to drive them on public roads).  Why not guns?

Answer One: Constitutionality

The first common answer from People Of The Gun (POTG) is "because cars aren't in the Constitution and guns are".  Which is factually wrong, of course.    Cars are in the Constitution!  Oh wait, no they aren't.  Wait!  Cars aren't in the Constitution, but neither are guns.  Guns are, in fact, in the Bill of Rights!

OK, enough silliness.  Cars aren't in the Bill of Rights and guns are.  Answer one.  My response would be that free travel is considered a constitutional right and that should penumbrally cover modes of transportation.  This answer, BTW, is why I prefer to discuss the intersection of regulations on guns and regulations on voting.

Answer Two: Bring It On

The second (increasingly) common answer from POTG is "sure, bring it on!", because the comparison about purchase and operation and insurance isn't as favorable to the gun control side as you might think.  For instance, there is no legal requirement (at least in most states) to have a driver's license (for which you need to pass a test) to own a car.  Just to operate it on public roads.  A comparable statute for guns would be no test or other barrier to buy a gun, just to carry it in public.  Likewise, cars are generally registered as part of making it legal to drive them in public.  If (like some farm vehicles) they are used exclusively on private property, registration is not required.  Insurance is a bit dicier but I believe it works the same way -- you do not need to insure a vehicle which is not being operated on the public roads.  All of these comparisons work in the direction that POTG (even the most extreme) like.

And then there's the big one: reciprocity.  If you have a driver's license from any state (and some countries), it's good everywhere in the US, and there is substantial uniformity in driving laws.  POTG presume that "Regulating Guns Like Cars" would include this reciprocity for concealed carry and uniformity of carry and transport and ownership laws, which means a significant win for POTG and the cause of gun rights.

My response?  I actually like the idea of uniform regulations for ownership, carry, and transport.  I'm not terribly afraid of confiscation via registration, but I understand that I may not be representative of gun owners in that regard.  Then again, I might.

Answer Three: Danger Level

Now let's get to what I want to talk about: the relative risk of Cars and Guns in America.  Some basic facts (all figures rounded for convenience):


On initial look, cars kill about the same number of people annually as guns do.  It's arguable that suicides are different from homicides, but CDC does not track intentional vehicular homicide versus accidental vehicular homicide, nor does it apparently track suicide by vehicle.

On second look, the old saw "guns don't kill people, people kill people" has a lot of meaning in it.  Fewer than 2% of deaths by gun are accidental*.  Essentially 100% of deaths caused by cars are -- or at least are assumed to be.  The vast majority of gun deaths are with intent -- directed outward or inward.  That's why lots of effort is put into making cars safer and almost no effort is put into making guns safer -- because guns do not kill a substantial number of people by accident.

* Some of the victims of homicide are undoubtedly unintentional victims -- they are "accidental" in the sense that the shooter intended to shoot someone else.  However, the shooter intended to shoot someone, so a bystander shot to death is still, in this context, an intentional death.  That is inherent in the numbers as gathered.  I don't know what percentage of homicide victims are unintended victims, but their deaths are still with intent and not actually accidental.

Time In Proximity

A more valid argument is that people spend more time interacting with cars than they do with guns ("time in proximity").  Considering that gun control advocates speak of guns as if they were sentient and had volition, I'm not impressed with their use of this argument.  As a seeker of reality, however, I think it has some merit because it doesn't matter how many guns there are in the US if they are all locked up or unloaded, and it doesn't matter how many cars there are if they are all garaged and out of gas.  Even a gun owner (who doesn't carry a gun routinely, which is most of us) probably doesn't spend as much time touching a gun daily as they do touching a car.  Or being in close proximity (defined as a few feet).

But when you consider that, in military parlance, a gun exercises control over a space from 50 yards (a handgun) to 1000 yards (a deer or sniper rifle) in radius, a whole lot of people are within the area of control of each gun.  Especially guns owned in urban areas.  You may be sitting in effective range of 100 guns right now and have no idea.  I know that I'm sitting within effective range of any guns I own even though they are safely safed.

Aside from storage, nearly half a million Washingtonians (the state, not DC) have Concealed Pistol Licenses (CPLs -- what the state of Washington calls a concealed carry permit).  That's about 6.5% of the total population and about 8.3% of the over-18 population (Washington limits CPLs to those over 21).  So about 1 in 12 adult Washingtonians has the legal right to concealed carry.  I don't know what percentage of those who may carry do, but it's not zero because I know at least one.  Each of those carriers is within range of anybody within about 50 yards.  And almost none of those people know they are "in proximity" to a firearm.

Realistically, people are simply unaware of their proximity to guns.  Public delicacy, if not legality, convinces most gun owners to keep their guns out of sight when not actively in use.  Consequently, the question of time spent in proximity -- whether you are more exposed to cars or to guns -- is currently unanswerable with any certainty.

The Major Difference (Deaths)

So cars and guns kill about the same number of people annually, but there is a qualitative difference in the perpetrators of the violence.  Broadly speaking, perpetrators of gun violence have intent and perpetrators of car violence lack intent.

Injuries

Where there is a huge quantitative difference, however, is in injuries.  Guns injure fewer than 100K people in America annually.  Cars injure over 2 million.  End of comparison.

Not enough?  Some percentage of those injuries are intentional.  Not everyone who tries to commit suicide succeeds, not everyone who tries to kill an assailant succeeds, not everyone who attempts to murder a rival succeeds.  So not all of those fewer than 100K gun injuries are accidents.  Some are failures.  If you assume survival rates like Iraq, a lot of them are failures.  OTOH, 100% (or very close to it) of the 2.2M car injuries are accidental.

Once again, we get to the difference between intention and accident.

What's It All Mean?

No one is going to be convinced by this argument.  The lines are already too clearly drawn.  But the reality (leaving the time in proximity issue aside for now) is that cars are far more dangerous to the average law abiding non-suicidal American than guns are.  Gun violence is concentrated in socioeconomic classes -- notably criminals, although spouses of violent individuals (often criminals) are also common victims.  Even "random gun violence" is not terribly random with respect to socioeconomic class.  Car violence is very random and widespread.  There may be higher accident rates associated with vehicular failure in lower economic classes but even poor people drive near richer people.

Car violence is also different from gun violence because car violence is usually accidental.  Efforts to reduce car violence must go toward more reliable vehicular systems and improved training for operators.

Gun violence is largely (98% of deaths) deliberate.  "Making guns safer" is not a primary issue because the only way to make a gun safe against deliberate use is to make it inoperative.  The low number of accidental gun deaths makes it clear that, while operator training* may move people from the injured category to the dead category, it will likely not reduce the total number of gun deaths and injuries.

*I'm a fan of training.  Aside from the expense, I love it.  All the training I've had has been well recommended and I think beneficial.  Not all training is worth doing.  Regardless, training with guns has two distinct branches: safety and effectiveness.  When gun control advocates think "training", they think "safety training".  When POTG think training, they think "effectiveness".  All effectiveness training I have taken included safety training, and some of the RSOs are draconian about it.  I like that.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Car Repair Part 4: Emergency Inaugural Fundraising Request

Leaving the house now to get the car. King County Metro to the repair shop.

Then $984. Plus tax, which I forgot about yesterday. *sighs*

Please help fund GNB's coverage for our inaugural trip right now. Otherwise we'll have to cancel.

Last night we raised $210. We need to raise $790 before my flight leaves tomorrow evening, or I'll have to call this off. I can't be without my car... what with being a gimp, my car is my everything. It's what gets me around.

LM and I are meeting in NYC. We're going to D.C. to give you live coverage.

The $1400 I had saved up is now shot. What with towing costs for my car, after I pay the bill, plus tax, I'll have under $200 left. Four months of savings (since Denver) shot.

Sorry to ask, but we have to raise almost $790 in 36 hours. Can you help?

We do have media credentials for D.C.

Please help send Jesse and LM to the inaugural. Donate now: $100, $75, $50, $25.

Thank you.

Update: 10:55 AM PT

Picked up the car about an hour ago, after riding the bus an hour to get there. Then had to walk UP a very steep hill and go another couple of blocks. Ouch.

Tried to get the car shop to let me just pay them half now, half when I get paid, but no going. *sighs*

We've had two donations so far this morning. Still a long way to go.

Talked with LM this morning. We both very much want to go. Know precisely what we intend to cover. This trip has been four months in the planning.

Our media credentials are GREAT. (There were lots of different credentials we could have received.) We're covering the big concert at the Lincoln Memorial with every mega-star around Sunday night, and we have the run of the National Mall all day Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.

PLEASE... Donate now: $100, $75, $50, $25 to GNB's Inaugural coverage.

Thanks.

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Monday, January 12, 2009

Car Repair Part 3: Emergency Inaugural Fundraising Request

Stuck at home.

The repairs are going to cost between $500-800, money I had budgeted (carefully saved) for the inaugural. I fly out Wednesday night.

And I don't get paid again till AFTER the inaugural. I've been saving for this trip for months. This totally blows. Originally I'd planned a major (two-week) GNB fundraiser for this trip, but I decided not to because of everything we've asked you to do for Maggie. However if anyone does want to chip in, at this point I won't mind.

My car won't be ready till tomorrow. If I'm lucky. They're currently tearing apart the wiring over the engine block, which is an eight-foot section of electric wrapping. They have to look at each foot of it bit by individual bit, looking for the short.

Arrrrrgh!

Update: Car is ready for pickup in the morning. $984. I don't get paid till the 22nd.

Which means either a lot of people help fund GNB's coverage for our inaugural trip right now, or I'll have to cancel. We've got two days before I leave... or don't. I'm picking up LM in NYC and we're going down to D.C. together to give you live coverage.

I had $1400 saved up. What with towing costs for my car, after I pay the bill, I'll have about $300 left. This is the money I've been saving for four months (since Denver.) And no, I don't have anything else saved up, nor do I keep charge cards. Me and charge cards = bad news.

I can't make this trip with only $300 for ten days. Thanks to the generosity of friends and colleagues, our housing is taken care of, but I'll need transportation and food.

Yes, we have media credentials for our time in D.C. Which were very hard to get.

Sorry to ask, but we have to raise almost $1,000 and we have ONLY two days.

Please help send Jesse and LM to the inaugural. Donate now: $100, $75, $50, $25.

Thank you.

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Car Repair Part 2

Goodyear kept the car most of the day.

Did close to three hours of work, trying to figure out what was going on.

Charged me for none of it, zeroed out the bill.

Decided it wasn't the starter -- that was clear immediately.

The main fuse kept blowing, which means there's a power short to ground in the main electrical system. Somewhere an electrical line has worn through and is against bare metal. That kind of tracing a short isn't something for a tire store to be doing.

I had the car towed 15 miles to Burien, to a shop which does nothing but electrical work. Got there right at 6 pm as they close for the weekend. They put it inside, so at least the car is locked up tight.

Monday morning first thing they'll get to work. They believe they can fix it quickly. I'll take a taxi over, pay them, and be mobile again.

Tomorrow afternoon I'll take a taxi down the hill to the bus system, then ride the bus to Bellevue, get my hair done (which I'd rescheduled), then reverse the trip.

What with being a gimp and all, the car is my legs for anything much longer than walking around the house or in and out of a store. The bus line is a mile and a half from here down a STEEP hill.

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Friday, January 9, 2009

Car Repair

Starter for 1999-2003 Mitsubishi.
Starter for 1999-2003 Mitsubishi.

“I've got the Car Shop Blues...”

After lunch at the diner yesterday afternoon, the ignition turned over once.

Then... Nothing.

Had my car towed (AAA) to the repair shop at the top of the East Hill. Turns out my mechanic went out of business six to eight months ago, so I'm using the Goodyear shop. It appears to just be the starter, however when we got there it was too late to put it in the shop and tell for sure. A starter is about $150 on the Internet, so figure they'll charge me $175 plus (again, guessing) an hour's labor.

The real test will be if the Goodyear shop charges me for a new oil filter. See, you don't have to change the oil filter when you change the starter. It's possible to simply cover over the filter, thus keeping debris out while working. If instead Goodyear charges me for a new oil filter without asking first, it speaks to sloppiness or a willingness to run up the bill. (And no, I don't want them to do a lube and oil, thank you, nor have I given them permission to do anything other than fix the starter.)

We shall see. It's a question of trust. And honesty.

Before this car I had an Acura Legend which I absolutely loved, the most favorite car I've owned, ever. Which I drove into the ground I loved it so much. Simply could not accept it was long past its prime. Ended up with over 400,000 miles and still on the original engine (I got it at 171k.) The car still sits in my carport, one (perhaps two) tires flat. And the battery dead of course. It was the brakes which died. Completely. The final drive I coasted into the driveway very slowly, dragging my feet. Seriously.

The car in the shop now is a Mitsubishi (a 2000) which I've had two years, maybe three? My oldest, Avian, was dating the youngest son of one of Puget Sound's better car dealers. The father did me a real solid, putting me in a car which hasn't needed any repairs beyond routine maintenance since I drove it home.

This spring I'm selling my home in the suburbs and moving to Bellevue. (With all the kids off to college or moved out, I don't need this huge place anymore. I can get an apartment in Bellevue with an extra bedroom for when a kid wants to stay. That will be easy for a cleaning service to handle, and Bellevue is more central to my life now.) Shortly after I move it'll be time to sell this used car and buy another. Quite possibly through the same dealer seeing as how he did such a wonderful job last time. I'm planning on taking my time and letting him find me another Acura, hopefully a used Legend.

Thursday afternoon AAA showed up promptly, packaged my car for towing quickly, and hauled the car and me up to Goodyear rapidly. First-rate professionals. It was inside the four mile limit on the AAA Basic membership. Of course, there's also the 100 mile towing of the AAA Plus membership, which has saved my ass MANY times over the years. What I love about AAA is it's valid for the PERSON, not the car, so you can help the people you're with when they get in trouble (or when you're in a car which gets in trouble.) Other than condoms, birth control pills, two or three Plan B packs and a cell phone, a AAA Plus associate membership card (off of your membership) is one of the major gifts on the Mandatory list for a college-age daughter headed off to school. (All of the above except the birth control pills will be on my son's list.)

Now the question is, will Goodyear have the job done in time for me to get to my appointment with my hair stylist at 3:15 this afternoon. Or should I call at 8 am and reschedule for early next week. I need to have my hair done before my flight to New York City Wednesday night. Also, I have dry cleaning I was going to take in today which now I'm worried about getting done. Decisions, decisions.

Plus now I've been up all night, so I need to sleep. And eat, but I can't drive down to the diner and get breakfast, 'cause my car is in the shop. Grrrr.

Good morning everyone. It's Friday!

Open Thread on anything in this Post.

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Monday, September 8, 2008

Hit and Run: Pt. 2

Bumper cars at Seattle Center. photo David Lindes.
Bumper cars at Seattle Center. photo David Lindes.

Ow!

Yeah, well. So I was hurt. Physically.

After I posted Hit and Run Saturday morning, fell fast asleep and ended up sleeping straight through to 8 pm Saturday, waking up only for standard pain meds. Needed a bit more than normal, but nothing really out of the norm.

At 8 pm Saturday drank the house dry of water, read for a little, then fell back asleep. Nothing to eat, but again, it isn't uncommon for me to go 36 hours without eating. Slept straight through till 1 pm Sunday, then drifted awake over an hour. Again, the only exceptions were waking up every three to four hours for pain and associated meds, taken around the clock.

Two pm Sunday. Tried to sit up. Yelped. (Being an understatement.)

My entire right side was stiff, stiff in the can't be moved and any attempt sends children with knives to stick in your side, way, but it makes no difference as your side is strapped to a board; the children with knives are there just to make it clear NOT to try that shit again.

I'm a FAST learner. I only tried twice.

I thought perhaps I could twist backwards, given twisting frontwards was clearly wrong.

BIG mistake. Huge.

Those little children? They not only were ready and waiting, but they heated the knives and then started doing gymnastic routines from them. Yelping isn't precisely what I did, but let's not frighten anyone.

Eventually I got enough high-level pain meds down I was able to sit, stand, hobble to the car.

About 2:30 pm Sunday, I made it to my favorite dinner for brunch. Walking in they were "Oh my God, what happened to you?!" It was that obvious.

Had a raspberry/blueberry waffle and whip-cream, with a side of bacon, plus a Coke. Sat and answered email for a while and just enjoyed the non-moving. And the absence of any knife-holding little-bastard children.

After brunch, went to the Apple store and bought a new mouse and an extra power-supply. (This eliminates a source of pain, bending over to un-plug and plug-in the power-supply when I leave the house. Now I have a power-supply in my jump bag, and one permanently plugged in. This is the kind of pain-reducing act which is a luxury for most people, but absolutely necessary for people with disabilities.)

Came home. Talked with Kyle. Answered more mail and fell asleep. It's many hours later on Sunday night and here I am, writing.

The pain is intense, but so long as I sit CAREFULLY, I get by.

No ribs were broken in the making of the live-action film JEEP MAN. Just bruising.

Back when I worked as a paramedic I'd say, "I don't have x-ray vision; I don't know if you have broken bones or not." However at this point in my life I've had my ribs broken enough damn times that I DO know if they're broken. These aren't broken; they're bruised real damn good. They'll heal. So would broken ribs, but these will heal more quickly, thank the Gods.

I give this a week-ten days before I'm back to normal. In the meantime, I'll be walking MUCH slower than normal, and sitting down and standing up CAREFULLY. If you are someone whom is physically around me, it's JEEP MAN's fault we are moving so damn slow. (I'm going in to see my doctor tomorrow.)

I find myself genuinely wanting to know what in the frack was going on with Jeep Man late Thursday night, that trying to put a much smaller car (and its driver) into the wall (a Jersey Barrier) Ka-BOOM occurred for him as the smart thing to do. Was he actually trying to kill me? It sure as fuck seemed like it from where I was driving.

What was going on in what passes for his brain?

And now, as it turns out, I'm HURT.

Multiple felonies just got MORE multiple. BAD move, Gidget.

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Saturday, September 6, 2008

Hit and Run

Bumper cars at Seattle Center. photo David Lindes.
Bumper cars at Seattle Center. photo David Lindes.

Ka-BOOM

I wasn't hurt. Physically.

So far as I can tell.

It's hard to tell, sometimes, frankly.

And yeah, you bet your ass, I was hurt. Am hurt. Even though I wasn't hurt. Aren't hurt, physically that is. Still fucked me up a little. I always get fucked up a little after someone tries to do me. I'm a medic, not a shooter. That's not an accident of a career choice. Not that I can't shoot; just that I'm a medic.

Here's what happened.

Thursday, Sep 4, late, as I was driving home from Bellevue, my car was side-swiped HARD on I-405 South in a hit & run at about 30 mph.

It was an intentional hit. He was trying to put me into the wall.

Highway construction around 8th had everything shut-down tight, squeezing down to one lane. I got on via the HOV/Bus lane detour which dropped me straight onto the freeway all the way in the far left HOV lane already at full speed.

Within 30 seconds, tops, what little traffic there was, starting squeezing into my lane as the four-lane freeway was narrowed to one by the construction so late at night. We're talking after 10:30-10:45 pm.

I had a jersey barrier to my left, a car very close in front of me with NO room between us, and either an SUV or a truck behind me (night; can't tell for sure.) Whatever it is, it is directly on my bumper. We're at 30 mph and there is no margin for error.

Into this cluster-fuck caused by the construction zone comes a Big Black JEEP. I don't know if that is the actual brand. I suck at branding cars. But it was a jeep-type of car, driving extraordinarily aggressively, and I say this as someone who knows a thing or two about aggressive driving.

He -- if I did get a glimpse of the driver, I'm not admitting it here. I'm being careful not to complicate the legal record with this post, therefore there is stuff which I am not saying. This may well be part of that. In any event, please be clear I'm using "he" only in the traditional grammatical sense of referring to men and women, not in making an eye-witness claim about gender -- kept trying to push his way in to the 12 inch space between my car and the car in front of me.

First, keep in mind everything happened in under 20 seconds. There wasn't any "thinking this through." It just HAPPENED.

Second, there wasn't any room for me to go.

I ran the options very fast.

I've been through so damn many defensive driving schools. It's one of those paramedic skill sets. Every time you go to a new city/county, they make you take a week-long program in how to drive their way. Before you ever touch a patient, including the clinical qual's you have to pass off on just to show you know what you're doing. Driving the rig is ALWAYS first.

Can't drive? Buh-bye.

And by drive, I mean, drive their way. Every fracking new city. I worked all over the goddamn United States. And have never received less than an A- in an Emergency Response Driving course. One time. Normally I get an A or A+.

One of the myths of guys is that each of them is an above average driver. Oh, they know they're not NASCAR drivers. But all of us think, "Well, with just a little bit of training I could be out there banging the paint." It is SUCH bullshit.

Most people are truly average drivers. Most people who think they are above average drivers are dangerous drivers. VERY few drivers have had any kind of actual training. (Watching Tony Stewart's #20 car draft Earnhardt's #8 at Daytona while the camera split-screens showing both of them with their foot glued to the floor, does not constitute "actual training." Especially when you're on your second six-pack.)

I ran the options:

  • Left -- into the jersey barrier. Bounce off out of control, spin across traffic. No.
  • Forward -- take out the car in front of me. Accident MY fault. Double-NO.
  • Backward/STOP -- crushed by SUV/Truck tail-gating me. Ah, thank you but no.
  • Right -- into the jeep that's trying to kill me? I don't fucking think so.
HOLD MY LINE. Only hope was to hold my line. Save the hot-wash till after. Just 20 seconds and I'd have a jersey-barrier free spot, could dodge left and be safe.

I didn't get it.

MY HORN BLARING FULL. MY HEADLIGHTS FLASHING HIGH/LO/HIGH/LO.

The mother-fucker was right next to me. Paused. darted in. Paused. My HORN is BLARING, CUTTING IN AND OUT AS SHARP AND VARIED AS I CAN, SAME WITH MY LIGHTS. I'm totally boxed in with no out. I've violated THE rule, the #1 rule I've drilled into my children over and over and over again. God fucking dammit.

"Always leave yourself an out."

He hits me.

The pig-fucking syphilitic son of a Bush/McCain Republican hits me HARD.
At thirty miles an hour.

His jeep outweighs my little car probably two to one. He knocks me a solid 2-3 feet across my lane almost in to the jersey barrier. By the time I recover he's half-way IN my lane, where my car and I are stunned but still exist.

It isn't as if he's trying to sneak in between the car ahead of me and my car. He is clearly attempting to put me into the wall. Like I-405 South is NASCAR, and he's a DRIVER.

Yeah. Right.

I rebound away from the wall, back into my lane, HORN BLARING, LIGHTS FLASHING, but instead of falling back into his lane -- in the near crash, the SUV behind me; now it is clear it was an SUV, a BIG one, perhaps an Yukon or a Suburban; has wisely slammed on its brakes so there is now maybe one to two car lengths behind me -- he shoves his car straight at me. I think I'm about to be hit and BLOW OUT MY LUNGS FOR IMPACT as I slide as far left as I can, it's all I can do, but he misses me by at best, inches, sliding behind me directly on my tail.

We continue through the construction zone this way, me in front, him riding my ass. I'm looking for a cop in the zone to flag down; none seen.

The freeway continues single-file perhaps another 20 seconds. I see a space off the the left clearly big enough for both of us and then some. I signal left and pull in, assuming he will follow, we will exchange insurance information and so on.

He pulls around me and accelerates.

Oh.My.Gods. and WTF!

I instantly pull back onto the freeway directly behind him. (All the other cars are giving us LOTS of space. No fools they.) From 10-15 feet behind him, with a clean pair of eye-glasses (new script this year) I put a high-powered halogen flashlight (4D cells, all fresh from last month's trip to Denver, not used once during that trip) on his license plate. Write down the license. Double-check. Triple-check.
GOT HIM.

Follow him at about 60 mph -- the speed limit -- for roughly 4-5 miles. Then it occurs to me how totally stupid this is. I'm a retired paramedic, not a Trooper. This happened on Interstate. I pull off the Interstate at the next exit and under the Interstate overpass, call 911.

A Trooper shows up within 10 minutes, straight off a recruiting poster. Polite, reassuring, his competence is perfect like his shave (less than 30 minutes old, I swear), his radio and how he kept calling me "Sir."

Me, sir? *laughs*

The Trooper and I finish up. The details of which I omit.

I go home.

On the way I stop for carbs, sugar, and a little protein. When you're shocky, you need to eat and hydrate, to get carbs and sugar in your system quickly, with a little protein for balance. I know this. Plus, Maggie reminded me recently in Ginny Bates. *hugs Maggie*

We NEVER know what life will bring us next. Jeep Guy could have killed me like drowning kittens or branding underclassmen.

I'm truly sorry this man's life brought him to the point he committed at least two felonies against me. I've had nights like that, months also. They really truly suck.

Drive safely. Stay buckled. Pay attention and always, Always, ALWAYS...

Always leave yourself an out.

I fucked up the most basic rule of driving Thursday night, and almost bought it.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

You “Showed Em' What You Got” Ms. Patrick!

Here She Comes...Here Comes Speed Racer...

We all have our little unspoken lusts around here. On of mine...is the need for speed. Fast cars. Auto racing. The sleek, low and long, blasting across the macadam. Roaring steel and spitting oil. There's the percussive “thoomp” of a car rushing by and the sucking “whoosh” of air as it fills the million points in time the vehicle has just passed through. I love the play of light along a well-sculpted fender, the almost feminine swell of a post “B-pillar” curve on a beautiful automobile. A seminal moment inmy life was on a school bus in 1970 as it pulled up to the tollbooth approach at the Triborough Bridge. We heard it before we saw it—a rumble that seemed to erupt from the road itself, and then becoming like unto the roar of an angry beast in a cage.

And then it appeared alongside us on the left, “grooving up slowly”. An impossibly long, orange 1969 Dodge Daytona Charger with the huge, Boeing-like 17-inch spoiler on the deck lid. 440 c.i. engine, 390 horesepower. It was like the coolest, big, orange plane ever built had landed next to us for a minute, and that school bus full of boys, norrmally so rowdy it hurt, fell silent in the majesty of the mighty car. I remember it like it was yesterday. The driver tossed his 35¢ toll into the basket, and then as if just for us—gunned the motor and peeled out in a cloud of bluish smoke onto the Bronx arm of the bridge's roadway span.

“Gr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-o-o-o-o-o--a-a-a-r-r-r-r, A-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r, A-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!”

Shimmied for a second and vooomp, it was gone.

I love fast cars and the people who drive 'em. My uncle had a tricked-out blue Olds 4-4-2 that I can still remember the sound of. I remember flying east on the Long Island Expressway with my dad one pre-dawn fishing morning, experiencing 100 m.p.h. speed for the first time in a monster 501 c.i. (8.3 Litres in modern-speak) Cadillac Eldorado he'd borrowed from a friend. It was a rush I'll never forget.

Like I said. I LOVE fast cars and the people who drive 'em..

Which is why Jesse's post below about the lovely and damned talented Ms. Danica Patrick's kicking ass at the Indy Japan 300 makes me wanna do the super-happy dance. I know it galls the hell out of all the narrow-minded Cooters and Bubbas out there that she housed, served and rocked all comers at that race. And anything that pisses off those guys while gettng my speed jones off is just double-good everythang. Cha-Cha Muldowney and Janet Guthrie laid the foundation. Danica's the modern edifice—lovely and sturdy and obviously kick-ass.

Which inspired me to post the following video:



Not only does the video for Jay-Z's blazin' triz-zack feature the victorious Ms. Patrick, but the title “Show Em' What You Got” perfectly sums up what took place there in Montegi. Plus...the music is so Goddamned hot, and the beat so propulsive that it's one of my absolute favorite pieces of “driving music”. I blasted this while roaring up the Pacific Coast Highway during the fall of '06 and whenever I can get on a stretch of open road where I can cut a car loose, I blast the living hell out of this jam. Loud, baby, loud.

So for you Ms. Patrick , congratulations! And keep on “showin' em what you got”!

P.S. Here are a few pics of cars I've snapped. The first ones are from a trip to L.A. and a stop at the Bob's Big Boy a stone's throw from George Barris' Kustom Shop on Riverside, and the last one is a shot from the Auto Show here in NY last month. Yes, that is the NEW Dodge Challenger—the throwback to the original super-Pony car beast of the early seventies. Just beautiful!

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Go Danica Go!



Danica Patrick Wins Indy Japan 300

I remember three years ago watching Danica lead the Indy 500.

So proud of her.

For three years, the pressure built and built.

The New York Times

Sunday in Motegi, Japan, [...] Patrick, now 26, became the first woman to win an Indy car race. She defeated the two-time Indy 500 winner Hélio Castroneves by nearly six seconds in the Indy Japan 300.

“I feel way too young to be giving life advice, but this is a great platform to have,” Patrick said Sunday night in a telephone interview from Los Angeles, where she had landed after a virtually sleepless flight from Japan. “This reaches outside racing. This is about finding something you love to do, and following through with it.”

There was a time when Patrick could not have competed in Sunday’s race. A few years before Janet Guthrie, an aerospace engineer and road racer, became the first woman to qualify for the Indy 500 in 1977, women were not allowed in the press box, the garage area or the pits.

As Guthrie wrote in “Life at Full Throttle,” an account of her career in racing, women were dismissed as lacking the strength, endurance and emotional stability to compete against men. Even a driver with Guthrie’s credentials as a road racer was seen as dangerous.

“A woman might be a reporter, a photographer, a timer/scorer, she might own the race car — but she couldn’t get near it at any time for any reason,” Guthrie wrote. “A woman on the track itself was unthinkable.”

On Sunday, Guthrie showed little surprise at Patrick’s victory.

“Anybody who didn’t think she had a chance of winning just hasn’t been paying attention,” Guthrie, 70, said in a telephone interview from her home in Aspen, Colo. “She’s been in the hunt for a long time. It was just a matter of time, as far as I’m concerned.”

An IndyCar Series official said in 2006 that Patrick’s merchandise outsold that of any other driver, 10 to 1. The series said that the name Danica jumped to No. 352 from No. 610 on the list of most popular baby names from 2005 to 2006.

Castroneves had enough fuel to finish the race without making a pit stop, but he had to conserve what little he had. Patrick, who lost the 2005 Indy 500 because she had to stretch her fuel supply, took the lead with two laps left on Sunday and won easily.

“In recognition of Danica’s talents, she did a good job,” Castroneves said in a postrace news conference. “She passed me fair and square. I didn’t have enough fuel, even if I wanted to, to fight with her.”
By the sacred ovaries of Penélopê, wa-fracking-hoo!

Congratulations to Danica and Team Andretti.
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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Super Scuba Car Thing Go!


The Rinspeed sQuba is an amphibious electric vehicle inspired by the submersible Lotus Esprit that Q gave to James Bond in The Spy Who Loved Me. There's only one sQuba in existence and it cost more than $1.5 million to engineer and build.

-- via BoingBoing
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