Whining or blabbing about near-to-a-nonsence style realed stuff like aerobars on a mountain bike (if I wanted to try it, what´s the deal?) … not amused, sorry.
Car companies are trending towards self-driving cars, so a driver more likely to a passenger is perhaps the future anyway. In many ways, this will be good. Self-driving all-autonomous cars would definitely work and go better on traffic lights crossroads, in traffic jams and so on. On the other hand, the driver/passenger not conscious about their vehicle is perhaps not a good thing in principle…
*eyeroll* When you’re going to the same place for the 300th time there’s nothing interesting to look at. What the heck are they supposed to do? Check the same house for the trillionth time?
Car games always sucked. Old people have a weird tendency to romanticize whatever they experienced growing up.
That being said, I’d rather sleep in the car. Looking at anything, be it a book or a screen, for more than a few minutes is likely to make me nauseous.
Well put.
I hope that the guy that invented the smartfone rots in… Wait! He already is!
Whining or blabbing about near-to-a-nonsence style realed stuff like aerobars on a mountain bike (if I wanted to try it, what´s the deal?) … not amused, sorry.
Car companies are trending towards self-driving cars, so a driver more likely to a passenger is perhaps the future anyway. In many ways, this will be good. Self-driving all-autonomous cars would definitely work and go better on traffic lights crossroads, in traffic jams and so on. On the other hand, the driver/passenger not conscious about their vehicle is perhaps not a good thing in principle…
*eyeroll* When you’re going to the same place for the 300th time there’s nothing interesting to look at. What the heck are they supposed to do? Check the same house for the trillionth time?
This time there was a cat sitting on the porch!
Car games always sucked. Old people have a weird tendency to romanticize whatever they experienced growing up.
That being said, I’d rather sleep in the car. Looking at anything, be it a book or a screen, for more than a few minutes is likely to make me nauseous.