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Back from various trips and full of stories to tell, especially the cars... Listings here will be sporadic through September, in preparation for a paper I will be presenting there. Meanwhile, thanks for visiting and enjoy! Guv McGreevey is at it again! Someone buy this man a new office, or an extended vacation. And I'm not talking about this slice of populist stupidity:
Or is it half a millionaire, Guv? That aside, here's the latest on automobiles from the Guv. Now he's gonna solve the price of gasoline "crisis" by opening the spigots at Costco:
Well, problem solved. Nah, the Guv that won't sit still will have another solution soon enough. Here's a suggestion: why not a gasoline tax rebate paid for with a millionaire's surcharge on gas for SUVs? But that won't do, for -- believe it or not -- New Jersey has among the lowest total state taxes per gallon of gasoline in the nation. See here (warning: Adobe pdf file):
Must make Guv McG's hands itch. Where do we go with this one, out of Billings, MT:
Perhaps it will make more sense when we look at this article:
Welcome to the automobile glut, c.1928. Back then, worries were to too many used cars, too many old cars to junk, and too many new cars to sell. The worries were dead-on, as it turned out. 1929's record production of some 4.5 million cars wouldn't be matched until 1949. Now, before you go gittin' all paranoid: Just because there was an automobile glut and a surfeit of useless old cars in 1929 and again today doesn't mean we're headed into a depression. Today's factory overcapacity could be trouble, but it doesn't have to be. Let's look at the up-side of it all, again going back to 1928. The year before, Ford shut down Model T production. Americans had dumped the T for bigger, faster, and better. 1929 brought the triumph of the eight-cylinder engine, and makers of the day's exotics were planning launches of twelve and sixteen cylinder engines (Cadillac and Marmon). Newer was always good and consumer credit was easy and spread. You want a car, you got it. The summer of 1929, however, makers noticed an increase in inventories. The glut had begun. Still, and even following the Market Crash and a million-1/2 drop in production, bottoming out at 1.1 million in 1932 (and thereafter building to 3.9 million in 1937, with ups and downs from there to WWII), people wanted cars. There just wasn't enough cash to go around. There were, though, lots of cheap used cars, including salvaged junked ones. What kept 1932 down was not industry surplus. It was the general economy and stupid governance of it by way of shanking credit and currencies and tossing about of trade barriers, price controls, and workplace/labor regulation. 1929's surfeit of cars didn't have to last. So, God bless Chinese consumerism. I just hope we can all survive the inevitable crash. If they want the benefits of free markets, they're gonna have to lay off the command economy when the free lunch is over. Otherwise, it'll be all over. Meanwhile, I'm glad there's no money in junk cars in Montana. Must mean good cars are easy to find. General Motors founder Billy Durant has made Business Week's "innovators" list: William Crapo Durant was a maniac wildman who changed the world. Move over Henry Ford. Ford made fortune and history by making millions of the same thing. He had one brilliant idea and he beat it silly. Billy Durant was daring, and more visionary He would bring various makes and types together to provide large efficiencies to the production of a variety of vehicles in styles, prices, and brands. He made modern industry by making various things to fuel consumer demand for one or the other. Following Durant's GM, mass production must be variable, not just massive. Durant was a maverick from beginning to end. He made and lost GM twice. He made and lost another car company in the 1920s. He was the sole dissenter of 1909's high automobile tariff, and he p.o.'d the industry with it. He was also a prescient voice in 1930, when he called for free trade in the face of protectionism that only magnified the economic crisis. Billy Durant: American hero. Thank you, Business Week, even if your article on him is lame -- and wrong in a few places. For starters, the article gives too much credit to Ford. Also, if you read it, please note that Durant formed GM in late 1908, using Buick, which he took over the year before, as the platform. He definitively did not try to buy Chrysler in 1907 (as the article suggests) because GM wasn't yet formed and neither was Chrysler -- which came in the 1920s, and when he tried to buy Ford, the deal collapsed not because Durant didn't have bankers behind him, but because Ford wanted cash not stock. Durant was playing chess to Ford's checkers. While Ford pumped out millions of Model T's, Durant's GM, which he lost then took over then lost again, was taking over the market based on Durant's original business model. In the mid-1920s, Ford nearly collapsed because GM proved that Americans of all buying power wanted style as well as function. Ford caved. His attempt to replace the Model T with another single, updated model, the A, failed, and Ford ultimate adopted the GM strategy of mixed, scaled products and prices. As the last Oldsmobile falls off the line in Detroit (see here), The Washington Times reports that the Russian auto maker, ZIL, has been,
Founded in 1916 (see here and here for ZIL history), this Soviet-era factory that has been unable to compete in the world economy now finds salvation in church bells. Yes, the irony is too good. Re-named in 1931 from AMO to ZIS (ZAVOD IMJENI STALINA), for Stalin, and later, after Stalin's death, to ZIL (Zavod Imeni Lihacheva), for its director, the company is now making church bells for those churches that Stalin destroyed. Delicious. At the recent American Historical Association (AHA) conference, I represented automotive history. In and out of the interested few (wonderful folks), the largest attention to our beloved subject, I found, came from remnant academic Sovietologists who were interested in labor and automobiles only insofar as it included communist automobiles. I only wish I had this article to share. The Washington Times gets it wrong in that ZIL made only trucks and limousines for Communist Party elites. ZIL produced hundreds of thousands of automobiles (and millions of trucks), obviously the cars were not all limousines. The Times might have gotten it better by pointing out that, while ZIL made limousines, it didn't make the millions of automobiles that a worker's paradise might require -- as did, uhuhm, the United States. The ZIL was not the everyman's car. God bless American consumerism, of which Oldsmobile was an original and century-long, prominent factor. I will lament the demise of Olds, a result of market forces and bad management exactly the same as I will applaud ZIL's re-creation as a church bell manufacturer. Hoorah! I've had my fun with NJ Guv McGreevey, especially his lunatic solutions to road problems. Today, instead, we'll send our sympathies:
He's always getting into trouble with turns to the left... Oh my, a long, long month... Got the slide show up of my Dayton presentation: The full article will show up in print later in the year. Enjoy this, meanwhile. Breaking! Breaking! -- Honesty in traffic enforcement... get this:
No, no, that's not the news. In this article on that old story of racial profiling comes an amazing admission from Nashville Police Chief Serpas, who stumbled into this amazing admission:
All hail Chief Serpas! You let it slip, bud, and I know you didn't mean it. Running away from charges of racial profiling, you let slip this unmentionable in traffic policy and enforcement: "failing to pay attention" causes most accidents. Read between the lines: speed doesn't kill, stupidity does. Perhaps NJ Governor McGreevey can go after stupidity rather than its by-products, such as stupid speeding, stupid drunk driving and stupid cell-phone use in cars. Meanwhile, that dumb bitch in a Merc who the other day cut me off from the right lane to get into the Anthropologie parking lot, and who hadn't a clue I was next to her, was not Driving While Cell-phoning, she was driving stupid. After braking hard to avoid being hit, I busted around her and made the cell phone gesture to make sure she knew that she cut me off. I then followed her into the parking lot, as I was going to that store, too. She scatted away, probably whining to whomever she was talking to that some bald dude in a beat up Ford Escort was stalking her. She is but another of the idiots who provoke the Guv McGreevey's and their willing accomplices in the legislatures to criminalize cell phone use in cars. Cell phones don't cause accidents, speeding doesn't cause accidents, stupidity does. So glad to see that Chief Serpas has, and on behalf of traffic enforcers everywhere, finally admitted it. Back from the Dayton conference at which I delivered a raucous, rockin' lecture on the origins of the Motor Age: Henry Ford, Wright Brothers, my man Taft, and the back-ass, anti-automobile politics of Theodore Roosevelt that suppressed the achievements of the Wrights and Ford and their respective industries as a whole. Taft liberated them all. I converted the audience. An historian came up to me afterwards and said in his years-long studies of the early 1900s he never realized the politics of it. So glad he caught on. I'm posting a photo essay for a glimpse of the lecture (under construction). The paper will be published at the end of the year by the Society of Automotive Historians. The lecture was off-the-cuff and fun. Sorry you missed it! Off blog while preparing for the SAH/NAAM conference presentation on April 2 at Dayton (see News above). Got lots to talk about when time avails. If you need some amusement, meanwhile, check out this anti-automobile website (anti-everything, actually, but this page is dedciated to protests against automobiles and Big Oil... oooh). Too funny! See you soon! Breaking news: a rare act of stupidity from the State of New Jersey that doesn't have Governor McGreevey's name on it!
A Google news search of "McGreevey" and "stolen headlights" didn't get a match. Maybe he's too busy hiding under his desk after this story broke: McGreevey's office hit with U.S. subpoena. Too bad for the Guv. What a great issue, defending Japanese car buyers and car thieves both! We've had fun with McGreevey and his hyperactive governance, so I'm frightfully sad his name isn't on this one. Hope at home:
Watch out: Buick might just be the next great American car -- again. Oh, that and Cadillac. Check out this sucker: the Return of the Sixteen:
Awesome stuff. Just sent off an article to the great Automobile Quarterly magazine for which I spent the last three weeks insanely trying to secure information that couldn't be found. To know what you can't find is as important as finding it, although the uncertainty of it all is maddening. One can never prove a negative. Nevertheless, history deserves the best effort. I've been dying to get back here and rant. Will have to start with a lovely incident on the way back from my journey tonight to Fedex to send in the AQ article. At a stop light I noticed that the Volvo S60 in the left-turn lane was shining its white reverse lights. The idiot had probably pulled into the intersection at the yellow or the red, backed back into the lane, and forget to get out of reverse. You've probably seen it before. I have. No matter how often seen it's a glorious sight: you count down the seconds to green knowing that the car will go backwards, not forwards at the press of the accelerator. No disappointment tonight: this Volvo shot backwards ten feet before the bastard hit the brake. Oh, so lovely it is to enjoy someone else's pain... Now, off to my own. See ya soon! Apologies for the absence. Been working hard on a magazine article and a paper for a conference coming up next month. Been collecting things for you, meanwhile, and I can't wait to find a moment to put them up. Please check back in soon! Lookie here, people voting with their free hand?
You can't mess with Americans and their automobiles. Just as surely that a new law will follow the latest road disaster it will be ignored by the multitudes who will face neither enforcement of that law nor the laws of physics. Every American driver is a lawbreaker. Get in a car, and you break a law. Think about it: did you have your lights on at that first drop of rain? Did you remove your seatbelt to get your wallet to pay that toll? Did you do -- horrors! -- 42 in that 35 mph zone? You criminal. The risk of being caught talking on the hand-held cell phone is either lower than the State needs or the consequence of getting caught isn't a deterrent. Either way, folks who break this law are making a simple economic choice: using the phone is worth more than getting caught costs. With cars, it's the same old story, starting with the first speeder over a hundred years ago. From day one the automobile has made scandals and scoundrels of us all. Heh, that's just another great reason to celebrate it! While you're here, see the Graphic of the week for the latest technology to assist chatty New York drivers. At the January 1930 New York auto show, Cadillac presented the Sixteen, an astonishing marvel of that many cylinders and infinite dreams. Sixteen cylinders!
Who cared that the Cadillac traditional V-type engine meant
those sixteen cylinders fit into a hood no longer than a Duesenberg straight
eight, and that they produced fewer horses than the Duesy? Sixteen
cylinders! Bad-ass, automotive bliss.
Come the gas crisis, the EPA, and Jimmy Carter, Cadillac sank
to what the moderns came to think of as a cushy, beastly, once-great
old-folks' machine that once had a great name that no longer meant anything.
I'm so glad to have Cadillac back. While I enjoyed LL Cool J yapping about his three Rolls-Royces, and while I have no problem with Dr. Dre and his Benzo, R-R is too alliterative (and what's up with "Benzo," anyway?). "Mercedes-Benz" just ain't lyrical, and no matter how Andre or Janis Joplin sing it, those four, equal syllables are plain. Compare it to Snoop Dog''s "Mutherfuckin' Cadillac," and you'll see what I mean.
Try "mutherfuckin' Mercedes-Benz." Only a good MC can say it
right, and even then it's not natural. Snoop's goes four syllables to three,
with accents on each of the last three. M-B requires two down-beats, whereas
Cadillac has but one, or, if properly pronounced, none, as it properly has
but two consonants -- an alliterative cannonball. It's all abut the K's at
either end. In my 9/30/03 column I suggested that the Administration was out to starve the Congress of highway funds, daring Congress to jack the gas tax or cave and go pay-as-you-go via tolls. (See also the 10/27/03 and 9/29/03 entries in which I warned that special interests and congressional hogs were after your gas tank.) Well, the Administration has won, and congratulations America: No, it's not that Kennedy. It's this one:
The gas tax assumes that automobiles and trucks will pay their share by their consumption of fuel, and that highway costs will be carried by specific users of fuel on behalf of society which in general benefits from that specific highway usage. An alternative view is that since society in general benefits from highways society in general ought maintain them through general taxation. This has been generally expressed in the form of bonds which are to be paid by the gasoline tax or by general revenue. Both solutions require general federal taxation. The debate in Congress has been over how much and not what. As noted by your host last September, this is about to change. With the federal debt escalating due to lower general tax receipts, and with antipathy of tax increases (thanks to tax cuts), general payments or increasing the gasoline tax is a dead trail. The viable alternative -- and this is driven by the Administration -- is more and more specificity in the tax burden via direct user payments, i.e. tolls. Oops. Here's the opposition, coming from the office of gas-tax-hiker Rep. Young of Alaska:
But what about everyone else who doesn't pay tolls? They'll never notice. Hit 'em up boys. They'll yelp, but they're but a small corner of the pound. A really fine definition of traction control from the great Click and Clack:
Even I undestand it now with that simple, clear definition. Much to be learned there, and not just about cars. My compliments to the boys. Got into a touch of trouble over my essay on SUVs, Hating Life (and the SUV). One reader demanded to know if she owns an SUV because she's "arrogant," "vain" or "nervous about her marriage." None of the above, I told her, it's because she's short. Elsewhere, I've been challenged on the link between breast implants and suicide, which, you must understand, was relevant to my dissertation on the SUV. So I put up a link to a medical journal article on the subject. Ah, the onward march of science... Other readers pointed to the incomprehension by inhabitants of the New Yorker offices as to the U in SUV. One gave proof by way of a Snopes.com photograph of some idiot who loaded a pallet of plywood onto a subcompact. You gotta see it: The Lumber Car. That oughta settle the matter of the Utility of the larger car. Meanwhile, teen angst played out against SUVs down in Houston:
"Environmental guerrillas"? Too much knowledge, or just a product of modern anti-automobilism? Damn, as kids, we never, ever conjoined philosophy with vandalism. It was a purely aesthetic experience, in between doing really, really stupid things in my mom's station wagon... 9, maybe 10 mpg coming from that old Buick 354. For my essay on automobiles and philosophy c.1912, see The Motor Bandits: The Motor Bandits: Cars, Crime, and Philosophy. These guys were much more amusing -- and deadly, than today's enviro-punks. Your host v. the New Yorker Magazine on the SUV
Here for a photo of the crash. Ten bucks says the airbag got him. (Oh, it was a Caddy SUV...) While you ponder your financial future, enjoy this story: Jan 21 / 04 Yesterday your host went on about drunks and legislators and toughening laws against the worst offenders (Jan 20). The news today brings confirmation:
What, no license no car? What will the ACLU have to say about this? Reality says that the guy would find a way to buy a car if he wanted to buy a car. He'd go to New Jersey (calling Gov. McGreevey!) or Maryland. Why, we must make it a Federal law, then! Sausage making at its best, friends. Had a fascinating conversation with someone who is in the business of promoting automobile safety. He's all about seatbelts and teen and drunk driving. Some people just don't wear seatbelts, it seems. I'm not one to demand legislative enforcement of it. I'd rather the States outlaw stupidity first. Neither that nor seatbelt laws would change much, I'm afraid. As for teens, they just get into more and worse accidents than any other demographic, and States are vigorously chasing them down with such laws as to limit them to driving with one adult passenger, etc. That, too, strikes me as futile, but, heh, it's the democratic way: legislatures must act! Unless, of course, some influence pulls harder the other way. Teens, drunks, and the seatbelt-less don't have much of a lobby. Sure, libertarian types are out there protesting the safety nannies, but they do it on behalf of principle, not the teens and the drunks. Wait a minute -- I'm told that the drunks do have a lobby. I shoulda known it. But of course! Drunk driving is ever a problem. The drunks won't go away. States have lowered tolerance levels (such as .08) and outlawed what in the South they still call "toters" -- that drink you take with you on the drive. Now they're going after the serious drunks, the ones who don't mind being arrested, who don't mind losing their license, and who don't remember having run down that nun. The noose is going up for those types. But that's about it. There won't be any further tightening of the blood alcohol levels, it is the theory of my informant, for no matter the demands of MADD and the AAA, the average, lamented and regretful drunk driver indeed has a champion. Standing between you and MADD and that fourth drink is none other than... The Lawyers. But of course! They make serious cash off drunks, defending them, suing them. They'd rather not see the problem go away. And, guess what profession is most common among State legislators... You got it, The Law. And, says my informer, as far as the good old boys in the State capitols are concerned, keeping blood alcohol limits high is an act of self-defense... So go ahead and test your body. Your attorney was a D.A. He'll cut a deal. So is it two or three beers an hour? Was that shot of whiskey really the equivalent to one beer, or did that nice tip you gave the bartender return a double on round two? You've got a guardian angel. Go right ahead. $200 an hour. Jan 12 / 04 Just up a new essay on the outrageous and the outrage of the Motor Bandits Enjoy! Back from Christmas vacation, and survived severe testing of the earth's gravitational pull, a.k.a. skiing the Mt. Sugarloaf, Maine ice. As for automobiles, the trip was built around testing/ breaking in a lovely new LEXUS GS300. No, it's not mine, and, yes, its owner was mighty scared about it all, a test that included the upper half of I-95, dirt and ice Maine roads, two children, and my CD collection. And yes, one of said children puked in Connecticut. The fine, leather interior and parchment white outer paint was, mostly, spared. The rest of the trip the slightest "Daddy?" sent the front seats into Code Orange. The Lexus fared it all magnificently, especially my final pull around the left-lane bastards at the I-495/I-270 split just before the final exit to back home. Said owner got nervous with my driving -- or showed it -- for the first time all trip as I popped the electronic manual shifter into 3rd at about 65 and jammed it up to I-Won't-Say how many mph's, then smashed brakes at the exit. I had to suppress that "woo hoo!" I'd perfected on that one good run at Sugarloaf (damn!). Too much fun. So here's the review: entirely solid car with no defects, starting with enough trunk for the four of us and winter clothes. Road feel is good, and not too-good, as one gets with the Teutonic "driving cars," while far better than the old American floaters. Didn't for an instant feel OOC, although I didn't try. Heh, it happens sometimes, and it didn't once, not even under serious at-speed gittin' around the New Haven construction between Jersey walls and huge trucks. Eight+ hours driving and I didn't get leg-tired once. The engine doesn't lack a thing. It's ever there when needed, especially in the tranny's automatic "sport" mode, which allows higher rpm shifts than standard auto. The manual shifter works great, but quickly becomes tedious. It's fun to have, though, and fun when in the mood. My favorite luxury feature is the open-windows button on the key. You stand by the car, hold down the unlock button, and all the windows open, sunroof included. The best we could figure was it'd be useful if a baseball or missile or something was coming, and you could lower the windows to let it pass with no shattered glass, or if a quick escape requires jumping into the driver's seat through the sunroof from the 3rd floor of a Monaco hotel. I really can't think of any other reason to open the windows from the outside, and that includes airing it out on a hot day, for the machine's got a fine and strong A/C to which that'd be an insult. Best of all, it's a true sedan -- four doors, poised, and comfortable -- yet and ever the proper coach for riding and driving. The GS300 is a marvelous car, and the owner is justifiably proud.
Web review of the car here:
automotive.com Back from NYC and full of motoring thoughts, especially after near death from crazed New York mothers and ramming baby carriages. I'll take New Jersey turnpike 18-wheelers in snow storms over maniac driven, twin-infant, drop-top, all-weather plastic-draped baby carriages that own 5th Avenue sidewalks. More on that soon. Meanwhile, here's a fun one:
Awesome! And now for some serious bizness... While it may be smog-free, smugness is the worser pollutant of the Toyota Prius. One owner of this "hybrid" gasoline-electric automobile bragged to the Oregon newspaper, the Register-Guard:
But wait-- the self-satisfieds are in for a fixin' I'm not sure they can handle. The same article notes:
An environmentally-friendly SUV? (See the August 28 entry for the Eco-terroriests and SUVs.) What are the hyperactives to do? Can they, as F. Scott Fitzgerald defined intelligence, hold opposing thoughts in sanity, or is there, ultimately, no incongruity between hatred of a gas-guzzling SUV and hatred of a 50mpg SUV? Until it gets 75 mpg it's a damnation. Or 100, or, or... no matter what, it's the killer of Kyoto accords and flying emblem of America at its worst. It's the SUV and not the engine that offends. Back in the anti-automobile early days, nobody complained about yachts, for hardly anyone ever saw them. But get in the back of a limousine, and there was hell to pay. Indeed, appearances are everything. They'll still hate the SUV, hybrid engine and all. Don't count on feel-good satisfaction from car owners who just want a good ride. It ain't mpg one wants out of an SUV, and it ain't gonna get a pass from car-haters and Prius owners. I wonder if the greenies at Ford marketing have really thought this one through. Doubtful. Off to NYC for an awesome time! See you next week! Some busy work, meanwhile, can be found here: Want a cigarette blackmarket and all the violence that goes with it? Raise taxes super high and go here: The deadly butt-leg war Good speeding (bad driving): Unsafe at Any Speed Bad speeding (good driving): Speeding Isn't Funny But no, Hillary's gonna save you from it all!: Hillary Clinton Joins Fight for National Seatbelt Law Yikes. And If Hillary doesn't get you to feeling the flu, here's George Soros... again... Shut Up! The Bubble of American Supremacy Alright, you've got your homework, politics and automobiles. Catching up on some stories today. First up is a sure winner for NJ Guv McGreevey, Superhero to the Oppressed and Fixer of All Things. If he hasn't got his hands in this one, he'll be there soon. No more worry (and new laws) over sleepy drivers, Guv McG, here's the latest bogeyman for ya, from the TimesLeader, "Northeastern PA's homepage" (and, yes, the article comes of Trenton, NJ)::
I'll google "EZ Pass and McGreevey" in a few days and see what comes up. I'll bet he can't resist. Okay, I couldn't resist. I did it now. Google brings 644 hits. The good news is that the first story ain't so bad: Speed is good. It's funny, though. Let's see how nearby Guvs do (I'm choosing the highest counts from the various spellings of E-ZPass EZ-Pass, EZ Pass, etc.): NY's Pataki gets 551 hits. MD's Ehlrich gets 134. PA's Rendell and EZ Pass" lands 111. Guv McGreevey -- you da man! Playing Google and McGreevey brought me to this one, dated Oct 31/03:
"The New Gray Davis"? Ouch.
Regulars here will recognize the McG name. (See the end of
the Dec 2 cars entry for links to other McG
entries). Really, it's not my fault. I landed on the McG by accident. He
does silly things. I just report it. Oh, Guv McG, if you'd have let us
alone, we wouldn't laugh at you so much. Oh, and this: Next up are a couple fun stories for ya. No comments, for they speak for themselves:
Had a "there but for the grace of God" moment yesterday when I got to watch a woman wipe out on the Capitol Beltway at 60 mph. Merging on to the highway, I noticed that a car ahead was heading off the road. You see this, as drivers get distracted. Usually they correct it over the line or the rough pavement. This car kept going, moving steadily over the oversized shoulder and boom! into the wall, which it struck at an angle. The driver reacted just before the impact, and threw the wheel to the left. That, with the impact, shot the car back across the highway. I can see it in slow motion, crossing in front of three lanes of cars. Somehow, it slipped threw and landed on the median containing wall with another Boom! I stopped to the right, now ahead of the car. Seeing that others had stopped from behind her, I moved on, figuring I could be no more help and that I'd only get in the way being on the other side. Reminded me of the time in the pre-cell phone days that I had to run over a field to make a 911 call for some old man that went off Route 29 just north of Charlottesville. A doctor had stopped, too, and he attended the guy while I made the call. When I got back, the doctor headed for his car. He told me that the man was okay and just not to let him move. He didn't want to be around when names were taken. He probably already had lawyer burns for helping someone, and he didn't want to be around for another run in court. I'll assume the women was okay. She was upright and the car, an economobile, amazingly, didn't flip. One of the cars that almost hit hers was an SUV. The irony there is that while her small car would have been crushed by the SUV, if she were in a SUV, she would have flipped. Two morals here: 1) you never know; and 2) don't do your make-up in the car. Shall we ask Governor McGreevey of NJ to make a law against it? (For Guv McG's stories, see the Nov/11 and Nov/17 cars entries and the Oct/21 politics entry) In 1908, Jules Jusserand proclaimed that the automobile was the fulfillment of man's long dream for locomotion:
Jusserand's enthusiasm has, c. 2003 fallen to this from the Sacramento Bee:
Our writer, Dan Walters, ain't exactly enthused by the automobile. So much for Ruggierio and Rabelais. The automobile is no longer legend, it's a "sociological phenomenon." And now to the Guvernator and his problems with modern sociology:
Walters can't even find joy in the Governor's victories over the car tax and licenses for illegals (oxymoron alert!). Screw that, Walters. In 1902, your kind complained about speeders. In 1906, your kind blamed socialism on the envy created by rich automobilists. In 1932 your kind complained that President Hoover's car was too nice. In 1952, your kind said that a national road system was impractical and expensive. It's always and ever the same: nope, can't do it, won't do it, na na na. I'm not a non-believer, Mr. Walters. We've got mighty bad traffic here in DC, and I just deal with it, screaming included. No matter how bad it is, though, I'll ever love the automobile, including my own (no matter how crappy it is). And no matter what, I'll never give an inch to Walter's and his self-loathing. Is it, Mr. Walters, "misguided" this "freedom to go anywhere and do what we want, whenever we please." (Mind the speed limit, please..) No thank you. I'm with Mr. Jusserand. Long live the automobile! Elsewhere, and for some positive thinking, see the Graphic of the Week (link above) for a new idea in auto-motion. Just back from Miami, where I got in some amazing car-watching. Like L.A., South Florida is an automobile marketers' toy house. Miamians would blow the insurance money on a down-payment towards seven-years of monthlies on a new Merc before fixing the roof of the house after a hurricane. They'd rather no house than no car. The car to Miami is the all and the everything. L.A. ain't nothing to Miami, if only because in Miami all they've got is the car. I wandered parking lots of cheap condo parks and counted hood ornaments. I followed one guy in a new and very yellow Corvette into an apartment building that'd embarrass even your worst New York lanlaw. Never mind the bed bugs, damn, he was gonna look good in that car. Ya gotta wonder what he does when he actually gets the girl into the car. "Heh baby, wanna go to your place?" Cars in Miami are tricked out one way or another. The most expensive option at the Honda dealer is no spoiler for the Accord. Try blue neon on the dash of the Infiniti. Try low riding in a 320i. They even trick out '84 Impalas, jackin' 'em with truck tires and purple velour over the seats. Yes, you can still buy velour in Miami. And yes, you can get that Boxster in chartreuse. The great thing about Miami, though, is that they actually drive these things. It's been years since I was run down by a sports car in DC. In Washington you get lawyers with 160 mph speedos and self-imposed rev-limiters that left-lane sit at 57 mph. They actually use the dashboard in Miami. Coming over the Miami Beach causeway I could only cheer when a Porsche blew smoke at the green light. That baby had to have hit triple-digits at the top of the bridge. Yeah, yeah, death and ruined lives and all that. Go up to the top of this page and hit the button for my article on speeding in 1902. Your outrage is that old. And so is joy at a fast car actually driven fast. I'm sorry, I like that kind of thing. Bromley's off burning his scalp in Miami for a week. Best to all, and please check in for tales and adventures on the trip starting up again right here a week from today. Been that long since I logged on? Hurrump. Thanks for your patience. Maybe I've been busy having more fun that you. So here's the latest on automobiles. First up comes from our wacky friends up north:
You think that's confusing, hell, not only do they have a throne, they think they can just cap insurance costs, and voilá, liberté, fraternité y insuré. Calling NJ Guv. McGreevey, calling Guv McGreevey! (see 11/11 entry) Your socialist friends up in -- where the hell is this? Prince Edward Island? yeah, whatever -- have a plan for you. Snap of the fingers, stroke of the pen... cool, law of the land. Ain't fairy tales nice? Sorry, P.E.I and your thrones, you just made auto insurance expensive for everybody. Here he goes again. Our good friend, New Jersey Guv. McGreevey is back at it to save us by killing us (see entries Nov 3 cars and Oct 21 politics). I dont know what it is about this guy. He's got bad Bromley Karma or something, but I can't swing a cat through the newspapers without scaring up another of his inanities. I swear it, I'm not tracking the guy. I see something stupid in the news and two out of three times it's old Guv. McGreevey again. Here's the latest:
A buck a day, that's all it takes. Go Guv McGreevey. Straight to France or some other socialist country where State policies are all about the unfairness of wealth. Guv McGreevey is like the cop who stopped a suicide by shooting the guy. And he needs a similar reprimand from his superiors: "Not an acceptable method." McGreevey's little plan to make New Jersey auto insurance affordable for the poor is going to make it more and more and more expensive for the rest. NJ is already tops on the premium list of all states. Please, please, Guv. McGreevey, please stop trying to save us from ourselves. From the Christian Science Monitor,
No, no, no, says a drunk driver who was nabbed at an "informational" roadblock set up as a dragnet for another crime. Who's he kidding? This is the Rhenquist Court, and it counts to ten like this, "1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." Ain't no such thing as a Fourth Amendment in that math. At least not if Justice O'Connor's in a mood that day. The Monitor continues,
One last drink, anyone? The Nov/Dec AAA World magazine (sorry, no link) advises that we'd better not Drive While Fatigued (FWT) in New Jersey.
How they gonna know? Too much yawning on the Turnpike? ("Gee, Mr. Ossifer, I'm not tired, I was just bored by the stupid traffic.") Or will there be a coffee count at rest stops? ("Sorry, son, that's the fourth time you've peed in an hour, and you peed on your shoes this time. You're under arrest.") The law comes to us, as do all Nanny Laws, in reaction to a horrible incident, and yes, yes, the lawmakers shall act! This one is "Maggie's Law," named for some poor innocent slaughtered by a moron driving on 30 hours of open-eyed fatigue. Under the new law he'd have gotten a 2nd degree charge and the full 10 years in jail and $100K fine. Of course, like all these idiot laws such as cell-phone bans, responsible fatigue is out the window with one bad classmate. At least NJ Governor McGreevey can feel better at not getting his anti-growth bill (see politics entry here). Cool, slash of the pen, law of the land, no more dead Maggies. What the Jersey legislature should have done is to make penalties more severe for harm caused by negligent acts, such as DWF, cell phone use, etc., rather than outlaw such behavior altogether. Really, it makes more sense, it is more fair, and it would make for much more fun in the courts. Instead, we outlaw potential rather than consequence. Can't go there -- might lead to reasonable drunk driving and speed laws, won't it? Okay, make that argument, but what about the opposite, the severe restrictions on our liberties just because someone else abused them? I find that much more dangerous. Here comes another newspaper serial story on the dismal state of American roads, this time from the Washington Post yesterday:
... other solutions are same old, such as telecommuting, parking restrictions, better timed lights, bike paths, and so on. What's really going on here is that the hated "big" projects are tied up in politics, lawsuits and bad leadership.
At least he admits it. So what of those small projects? Today's article in the Post is on telecommuting (here). Ain't gonna happen, or it ain't gonna clear the roads. None of the small projects will change a thing. It's either more roads or not. The Enviros are clear on this issue. What about you? Me, I want more roads. And I will take one of the small projects, only I want action, not advice. From the article,
When's the last time you were "reminded" not to drive 85? I want the left lane huggers gunned down, or ticketed, or something. But reminded? Never ceases to amaze how reporters prefer mush. Just one of those stories that if you haven't seen it you just got to: Remember the Chevy "No va" that read "Doesn't Run" in Mexican? Well, GM marketing has committed rhetorical suicide once again, this time up north:
There's gotta be a market for it somewhere... I mean, why not go with it? With with the LaCrosse and its U.S. cousin, the Wanker, Buick could pull the fastest repositioning in marketing history. Just no explaining that sudden popularity of the stodgy old brand with 16 year old boys. What's next, an endorsement from Peewee Herman? See graphic here A friend sends some interesting links on speeding, the first one with the comment, "why the f-- does a state government need to have a speed limit resource page?" here:
Actually, this is a good thing it's up on the web. State traffic engineers are a peculiar breed who vary from the contemptuous to genius. My sad experience in Virginia was with one of the former category. What an ass. The first thing out of his mouth in reply to my question about a lunacy-causing 35-mph speed limit on a four-lane stretch of road was, "So how much was your speeding ticket?" Not a good start. I didn't endear myself to him with, "I didn't, and if I did it'd be none of your effin business, outside of it paying your salary. And you, sir, are an asshole." I did not receive a satisfactory answer to my question -- and not because of mutual contempt. His explanation was stupid, something to do with average speeds, distances between intersections and merging traffic, all of which led me to the conclusion that the limit at that very favored Fairfax County Police speed trap ought be fifty at a minimum. So check out that link, for it does the citizens a service with its easy glimpse into the tortured thinking behind speed limits The other link my friend offers is a has a history of traffic control in Great Britain: And yes, I detailed the development of speed limits in my book, William Howard Taft and the First Motoring Presidency. And yes, Taft was pulled over for speeding. And finally, this fun link: Some car ad during the ALCS game had a polar bear getting into the passenger seat. Struck me as a misrepresentation of the species -- I mean world's largest carnivor wouldn't settle for a ride in the passengers seat, would he? Well, seems like he wouldn't. From the News.com.au site:
The island's last resident? What'd she do to the bear -- invite it into her U-Haul? This ain't right. Last week was a busy one and was away, so no new entries. Started out with the taping of an interview of me for a History Channel "Modern Marvels" show on presidential transportation. The producer and cameraman were excellent and mighty professional. It was great fun, and I can't wait to see the product. Meanwhile, while I'm catching up, you can catch up on me at the new entry to the website, Bromleyism Archives, with assorted essays from back when I had more time for that sort of thing. Although a few years old now, you might have some fun with the stories of my really bad car, thoughts on speeding, speed limits and enforcement, and a body-slam at bad drivers of good cars. Also some political stuff therein. Thanks for your patience, and have fun at the archives! Here are two gems for ya, on fun and games with cars and crime:
Ah, the power of image -- a limousine still works! And then there's this one, a classic case of brain freeze:
Can't make this stuff up, folks. In yesterday's entry regarding federal highway funding, I warned that there's gonna be a fight over your gasoline tank. And lookie here, there's a little lobby called Americans For Transportation Mobility (ATM) that's been pressing hard for increased spending. From the website:
I looked real hard through the website, but I couldn't find the words "gasoline tax." They'll help you contact your congress-itter. They'll hold a meeting in your town to "educate" folks about the need for more spending. They'll tell you all about how important the roads are to the economy and the American way. But you won't find nowheres that dirty little word, "tax." So who is the ATM?
Well, who benefits the most directly from increased road monies? Click on that link "national coalition." Aint' it sweet how business and unions cozy up with each other when it comes to your wallet? Cats and dogs, sleeping together on your doorstep. While the ATM won't say it, sounds of "T-A-X" are polluting the halls of Congress: From the Rocky Mountain News,
The Engineering News-Record says it more precisely:
Whose side are you on -- I mean, how many cylinders does your car have...? Here we go! Get ready to hear all about how Spain has such great highways and how come the roads here suck, and besides, Americans are spoiled by cheap gasoline and if they'd just pay five bucks a gallon they'd stop buying SUVs...
Don't panic -- yet. The reporter didn't do her homework, and if she did she'd understand that the dire panic of Bush critics is about to get worse. Tax cuts are just the start The Administration is out to change government, and highway funding will be one of the battlegrounds. Unheard in this article is a vibrant movement to get road building off the gas-sniffing addiction. Self-pay, tolls, and private roads are just some of the ideas that will surface when Congress finally takes on the issue. Don't look for it during the election, however. Just vote for Bush next year, and you won't have to pay the equivalence of airfare for the family to Madrid when filling up the Suburban. Waaaaitt!!! Before I get too gushy over Bush policies on road building, the Washington Times warns of the regulatory hysteria at the Federal Highway Administration sister group, the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA):
The idea comes from the new head of the agency, appointed by the Administration. Oops. The good news is this guy is the exception among Bush appointees. Still, as the Times says, he needs to get with the program, or be gotten out:
Sitting on the deck of a woods cabin (yes, you may be jealous of my August in Maine), we heard a tree fall nearby. I got to wondering if it actually fell, or did we hear something that didn't happen. That is, if I could find the fallen tree I might resolve an old philosophical problem. So off I went in the canoe to about where I'd thought the noise came. Around the bend of the cove, I found a cousin in a fishing boat, and he was not happy. There it was, a fallen tree -- the tree that nearly fell on my cousin. Yes, trees do make noise when they fall, whether you're just below one or not. And enough of them fall the same night, you're without electricity for a week. We're on automobiles, right? Well, here are two stories that have shaken my belief in the objective nature of the automobile:
The horse was killed, too. So
much for philosophy...
Thankfully, the Court of appeals overturned the conviction under the theory that DUI punishment is related to the potential harm of a drunk driver, and that one on a bicycle poses much less harm than one in an automobile. Woohoo -- power's back on! Hurricane Isabel: you got me, babe -- seven, count 'em, seven days in pre-Edison, Bethesda, Maryland. Makes one lose sympathy for Baghdad. Ain't nothin' to living without power, 'xcept a cooler, ice and more beer. Welcome back. September 15, 1857, and a large one... Happy Birthday, William Howard Taft (Why cars? My man, he launched the motor age) More from the Kommies & their Kars file...
Uh, "conservative communist"? Okay, here's the real question, and the reason we're in the automobile column:
... pt. 2, from today's Kommies & their Kars
Told ya so! See the 8/29/03 column on Chinese cars. I wonder how many are gonna be sold in Vietnam? God Bless America! There's been some flack about a Pennsylvania law to remove the requirement for head protection on motorcycles (see Motorcyclists finally allowed to feel the wind in their hair). You'd expect the insurance companies & etc. to whine and moan, but hooda thought of this one:
Okeedoke. (Angry? Try, "stupid"?) Not good for tourism, me thinks. Quoted in the article is a 29-year old:
That guy really 29? No way. Within two days of the law (no update on the nude bikers), the Allentown Morning Call decried 2 motorcyclists hurt in 2 crashes. Then we get this story today from Minnesota Missing Motorcyclist Found Alive In Ditch. Pennsylvania better get busy requiring motorcyclists to carry a tent. More today on red light cameras and black boxes in cars from the Washington Post (see Bromleyisms 9/1/03 and 8/28/03). No surprise that the Post takes a positive view towards the nanny- and gotchya!-boxes. While admitting that the AAA expressed some concern over the timing of certain lights (with a shortened yellow, 14,000 tickets were issued from one intersection in Bethesda, MD). As for the black boxes, the Post somehow managed to find a kid who said its the squawking at his 70mph speed helped him become a better driver. I'll let you do your own yelling and screaming here: More SUV attacks here. This time New Mexico. O.K., we're bored now, so you can go away eccoterrorists. Really, Greenpeace charges on nuclear aircraft carriers were far more charming than night-time key-scratching and grafitti raids on parked Chevy Suburbans. Even the tree sitters are more exciting. Can't resist this story: It's Good to Be the King, of the Swaziland monarch's annual wife tournament. According to Reuters "bare-breasted young maidens danced in front of King Mswati on Friday -- many hoping to catch his eye and become his next wife." The next paragraph counts 50,000 of 'em, although with no confirmation that this means 100,000 breasts. Either way, it's one hell of a thought. Why, you ask, is this an automobile thing?
For more on this line of thought, see Stretching It: The Story of the Limousine by Michael L. Bromley and Tom Mazza (SAE 2002) I dunno, the ERA finally enacted? ...elsewhere... I once traded my Mercury Sable wagon for a Jeep Grand Cherokee. I loved the Jeep, especially when it snowed three feet the week after I bought it and I dug mazes into the grocery store parking lot (yeehaw!). But the damned thing had no real space like my wagon, and it didn't feel so good into the netherlands of 90+ mph on I-95. I miss wagons, and I don't mean Volvos. My brother and I learned to drive on a 70s-sumthin Buick "Sport Wagon" and its 355. All I know is that while my bro got the better of it, it could still fly come my day. Oh, and boy did we make it fly on Burdett Drive with my idiot buddies flopping like white perch on the roof while clinging to the luggage rack. Don't try this at home, or with a Chevy Blazer -- you'll bounce like a cowboy, and land like one, too. The same day there's another article on China and automobiles (here), we find this wonderful little notice from the Land of Rasta and Dr. No:
Bravo, the "Island Cruiser"!
Since you were wondering, yes, the engine is Japanese. One
may also wonder if AP got it right with, "The car's box-like,
fiberglass chassis is made with local materials..." Ain't no shame in a third-party engine. Might as well put in the best. In the old, pre-Great Depression days, they called these "assembled" cars. Makers bragged that theirs were made from the best parts available. Excel Motors has made 22 so far. I wish them many, many more! The AAA has finally caught up with our heroes at the Washington Times over camera traffic enforcement. The Times has refused to go down smiling into the surveillance age. "Cheese" tickets-by-mail is the DC area enforcement game. No surprise there, as DC and Virginia long ago banned radar detectors. The Feds |