SOTI:
“The Babylon Bee satirized this marking of the unvaccinated back in late March, so maybe they should just stop writing satire over there because a lot of it is coming true and it is possible that they’re giving our elites ideas.”
It would be even funnier if it might not be true.
…actually two, because whenever one comes into my head the other one follows immediately afterwards, regardless of order.
And I still get tears in my eyes whenever I see that rocking chair.
An email from Reader Larry F asks: “I know you love the Dino 246, but you also admit that they’re not that great to drive. If you could have any recent Ferrari (produced since the Dino), which one would you choose?”
That’s actually an easy one. The only Ferrari I’d care to drive today (other than the Dino 246) is the last model Ferrari offered with a stick shift, the 599 GTB of the early 2000s.
Here’s a comparison of the two:
I need to make a couple of points, though. One of the things I love about the earlier Ferraris like the Dino is that they’re small and nimble. After that they started growing and growing, until we finally arrived at elefanti like the 599. Here’s the comparison between the Dino and the 599 (l-r):
By comparison, the Dino is the nimble teenager while the 599 is its fat-ass Italian mama.
Of course, the power is not comparable, the 246 GT’s V6 192hp being dwarfed by the 599’s V12 612hp (which it needs to get that extra 1,600lbs moving). I wouldn’t care about acceleration (0-60: 7.0secs vs. 3.7secs) or top speed (148mph vs. 208mph) unless I were at Spa-Francorchamps, which is never gonna happen.
I’ve never driven the 599, but it’s probably a lot easier to handle than the Dino, so there’s that.
But in looks, the Dino still wins by a country mile. The 599 looks like a fatter Mazda Miata RF:
YMMV.
…actually, the past TWO days… [whimper]
Everything except the drum solo.
Sheesh, what happened to all the good songs?
Did you know which is the most dangerous interstate highway in the U.S.? (I’ll let you ponder that for a moment.)
According to this study, it’s Interstate 45 — with five accidents per 100 miles — which runs from Dallas to Galveston via Houston.
Which, as any fule kno, is complete nonsense — what statisticians call “bullshit” — because I-45 is also one of the shortest highways in the U.S. And yes, it’s busy. But ask any Texan whether they’d rather drive from Dallas to Austin on I-35, or on I-45 to Houston (about the same distance) and 35 would lose by a landslide.
But I-35, you see, is a long interstate highway (running from Laredo TX all the way north until it dies out of sheer boredom somewhere in Minnesota), so its deadliness is mitigated by long stretches of nowhere in which nothing happens (I’m looking at northern Oklahoma, Kansas and Iowa, for example), so its deaths / mile count drops substantially. Hell, I’d rather drive on the Long Island Expressway than the distance between Dallas north to Denton on I-35. (I’ve done both, more times than I can count, and there’s no comparison.)
And for sheer white-knuckle terror, consider I-40 from California to wherever it ends on the East Coast…
Be careful of numbers, folks: they often lie. And by the way, the article itself is, quelle surprise, complete bollocks too because they use two totally different measurement metrics — deaths per 100 miles (distance), and deaths per million passenger-miles — which are completely different. But hey, it’s the Daily Mail.
No, this has nothing to do with architecture, except in its broadest [sic] sense. Here’s someone named Vanessa Hudgens (32), gamboling in the surf with Rollergirl (51):
Gotta say that while the kid is a sweetie, Heather Graham is much more toothsome. In a heartbeat, Simon.