The correct, technical term for those is actually "road studs."
We do plenty of road plowing up here, and they're common especially on the center line (which tends to be plowed less, because it tends to accumulate snow less).
We also use "rumble strips" on the sides of the road, which are just parallel grooves cut into the pavement: Properly done, they seem to suck the car right into them and keep it there (while also shaking the hell out of it, dumping energy, and hopefully waking you up) in a way that a series of road studs never could.
I have seen a bunch of car accidents on that road, from driving 10mph over the speed limit.
And you know that these accidents were caused by going 10mph over the posted speed limit...because you personally investigated these particular accidents using direct observation and science, or because of your biased opinion that this was the cause?
(Some people also know that Jesus exists. Maybe Jesus caused those accidents.)
Suppose -everyone- gets a short written test (both because rules do change, and people forget), a vision test, and a reaction test, whether 90 or 22, every two or three years.
Fail any part the first time, and it's no big deal: You still get to try again later, and you still get to keep your license for the moment, and get an offer for remedial training, and another round of tests at a later day (no less than 6 days later).
Fail that second round, and you're suspended. Not punitively, and not indefinitely, but gosh: You've proven twice that you can't drive and even had an offer for extra training in between them.
If you still can't drive at that point, it's your fault -- not the system's.
Try again in a month, and you get a proper written test, a vision test, and a driving test -- just like on day 1 when you first got a license. (Let them have the equivalent of a learner's permit during this month, so they get to have someone else in the passenger seat when they're driving.)
(If driving weren't so necessary in much of the US, I'd be more like: Oh, you failed your renewal test!! HAHA! NO LICENSE FOR YOU!, but I think it needs to be softer than that.)
Of course we have the right (in the US) to record broadcasts for the purposes of timeshifting, but not necessarily to give a copy to a friend. [citation]
You ARE allowed to share with your friends in a very limited way. But it has to be like, your friend is already visiting, and asks to make a copy, and makes the copy themselves.
I parse that as "Please don't go crazy trying to keep the battery at or near "full," because that's a Bad Thing to do. Also, you know: It's a rechargeable battery. Obviously its performance will degrade with charge/discharge cycles. Use it less, and it will last longer."
Note: They didn't say "please discharge the to near zero before recharging, and then fully charge the battery." That's the myth that I was responding to. It is a myth with its foundation rooted in the much dreaded, and also mythical in normal consumer uses, "memory effect."
Meanwhile, gradual degradation involves more than cyclical counts -- the peaks and depths of those cycles are also very important factors, as is the rate of charge/discharge, internal temperature, and a slew of other factors that I'm sure the smart people at Tesla already figured out when they carefully omitted the part about making sure to always wait until the battery is near flat before recharging it.
So, I agree with Tesla: Don't go nuts keeping the battery at 100%. Cycling the battery (ie: actually driving the thing) will reduce battery life. (This is all good advice for about any battery.)
Point 2 isn't feasible. unless some new undiscovered technology is found, all EVs suffer from reduced battery life the more the batteries are recharged. To get maximum battery life, you need recharge them when they are almost drained and bring them to a full charge.
This is a myth. Please stop presenting it as fact.
Indeed, what you describe is the very worst way in which you can treat any rechargeable battery.
I didn't sign up at/. so many long years ago to be politically-correct. I did so to be reasonably anonymous and yet still followable, and have the ability to be rewarded for my thoughts. (To this end,/. has worked well for me: I get modded up from time to time, and I often have the ability to moderate the postings of others, and I've been posting at +1 since long before your current UID came to light. I even have a few friends here, who I will never willfully meet, and a few friends that I know IRL who read/. that will never know who I am here.)
Meanwhile, I believe that being politically-correct is only a needless exercise in false humility. (Remember, I also described myself as being "broken." There is no favoritism on my part when it comes to disabilities, including unto myself.)
But you've now invoked Obama's Law, wherein any discussion ultimately culminates in a discussion of health care.
When I was killing myself working a 40-hour week and enjoying nothing, at all, ever, I was ahead of the curve in my locale. And when my very-poor friend had all of his soft-tissue nasal problems taken care of under a knife at no cost to him, I was pleased to help provide that indirectly through my tax dollars. (Said friend is much, much physically better now, but still broken due to uncontrollable anxiety. In the current state of things, he's been living in Metro housing for a few years with his utilities mostly paid, having food stamps to feed him and his children, and generally living very, very low. His only income is selling some of the pills that he actually needs, but I cannot fault him for that: He still needs toilet paper, and I can't fault any American -- especially one who is both down on their luck, and mentally broken -- for the very occasional fifth of Black Velvet. I wish there were a better way.)
And even though I'm behind the curve at the moment, we still wash and dry his clothes. On our own dime. And he helps out where he can (he's a reasonably good tunnel rat for chasing wires around under this old house, for instance).
What's wrong with this picture? Nothing, I say, except for a broken man that cannot be unbroken, and the ridiculous ways in which he must conduct his life in order to survive his particular brand of brokenness.
Should he die in a ditch if he actually gets physically ill again? No. He's a good dude, and he loves his friends with such fondness genuineness that I have a hard time even wrapping my clinically-depressed ASD head around it.
So no, he shouldn't die in a ditch. And nor should I die in a ditch. And nor should you. If we haven't hurt anyone, why should we die in a ditch? And even if we have: Even convicts get health care.
And nor should the corner-store clerk who actually does work her ass off for 40 hours a week die in a ditch, nor the coffee house babe who does the same. Or the random guy who was raking my neighbor's leaves earlier today.
We're all people. We deserve to live, even if it is not necessarily profitable for all of us to do so... even if it is ridiculously expensive for us all to do so. Otherwise, -someone- -must- die in a ditch.
I've been on both sides of the curve. I wish I could pay out as much as I used to, to help other people survive, but being broken in my own way if I really tried any more I'd probably be dead. (And death ought to always be assumed to be more of a liability, than an asset: People, even the broken ones, are more useful than a mortuary bill and a gravesite.)
First, allow me to recognize something: I believe I've come close to properly flaming you in the past, and you've always responded rationally. That is an honorable thing to do, and I just wanted to point out that I did notice.
As long as we're being blunt, honest, and frank: Some people are stupid. Some people are broken. Some people are both stupid, and broken. Some people can't help themselves to the bathroom, let along help themselves toward increasing their cashflow.
Me, for instance. I'm reasonably smart and reasonably physically fit. But I'm broken. I've been troubled with, and occasionally crippled by, clinical depression for as long as I can recall. There is no cure, and there is no treatment for the symptoms that does not involve some other new hardship in exchange. From time to time I've relied on gifts and assistance to keep things rolling. I'm reasonably cashflow-positive at the moment, but I'm reasonably certain that this will eventually change. (Soon, probably: My business areas are currently going through an explosion of end-of-year spending, while it has been damn near dry the rest of the year).
Keeping a normal 40-hour job down has proven to be physically impossible. Instead I work for myself, doing things that I am exceptionally good at, for a few select clients who are sympathetic toward my plight. (I'm much happier being broke-but-independent for the past few years, than I was when I was actually killing myself keeping ahead of the curve with a daily commute and a 40-hour work week.)
There isn't always much demand in this area for the things that I am exceptionally good at, so there isn't always very much work. I could theoretically adjust that situation by moving to a more densely-populated area, but I don't know for sure that I'd be able to physically survive the transition...and being alive and generally broke is better than being dead and wealthy.
So, from where I'm at based on the cards I've been dealt, when the furnace in my house (an older, single-speed, perfectly-good 94% efficient model) stopped working the other night, I didn't panic/go to a hotel/call a repairman/order a new one: I went down to the basement with a nut driver, a meter, some high-quality machine oil and a can of excellent contact cleaner. And then, you know, I fixed it. (The safety interlock switch for the blower housing was dirty. I cleaned it. Also oiled the bearings for the exhaust blower, changed the filter, and vacuumed out the filter housing while I was at it.)
I've fixed a few furnaces in my time. They're simple machines.
Same with my vehicles. I own them, and they are mine. None of them are remotely new (the newest is a 2002 work truck), all of them were bought used at a very attractive price, they're all well-suited to what I use them for, and only very recently have sufficient advances been made in engine technology that could possibly entice me to buy something newer...but they're not sufficiently depreciated to be justifiable, yet.
So I fix what I've got.
Right now, I'm assembling the tools required to change the front wheel bearings on my 18-year-old BMW, having scored an awesome deal on ridiculously high-grade Japanese-made Koyo bearings wherein they were delivered to my door for about $10 more each than the cheapest, nastiest Chinese fare from Ebay.
If I had extra money, I could hire the work done. But if I do it myself, I don't have to pay someone else to do it, and I can use the very best parts and the very best practices, and still afford replace everything worth replacing while I'm there, instead of trying to save every penny as local mechanics tend to do. (Most folks will reuse the dust shields and spindle nuts because of a combination of "aw, I can make it work!" and general lack of availability of these parts locally. Meanwhile, I have new dust shields and spindle nuts in a box behind me, ready to be installed and not fucked with for another 18 years.)
If I worked all the time (if I could, even), I wouldn't h
No. My argument is that it wasn't a major accident. That is my only argument. (I can provide more clues as to what a "major accident" might consist of, if you still quite don't understand how to differentiate.)
If you'd like for me to address the other things that you've just mentioned and are also wrong about, I guess I can do that as well: A gas leak (even a substantial gas leak) does not mean instantaneous fire, or any fire for that matter: Most gas tanks these days are plastic, and therefore the impact with the gas tank itself could not create ignition.
Getting a trailer hitch through a drivetrain component could be immediately catastrophic to the occupants, but Teslas are not immune to that either. They have -one- motor, along with a mechanical differential and CV joints and half-shafts....gosh, doesn't that sound pretty close to most sedans on the road today?
And I agree that any intrusion into the passenger compartment is a bad thing. For instance, it is not uncommon on race cars, or ridiculously high-performance street cars, for the clutch and flywheel to be surrounded in a "scatter shield" in attempt to shield the occupants from being shredded by hot chunks of jagged metal in the event that it fails catastrophically.
Catastrophic clutch failure is a scary thing, for instance. The idiot driving the car at that moment is a very lucky idiot.
Is it steel? Every description I've heard says it is "metal," or "armor." The only thing consistent about the various descriptions is that everyone seems to agree that it is a quarter-inch of *something*.
Whatever the case: There are major accidents, and then there are other accidents.
I've considered that. Installing radiators/a coil in-line with the forced air furnace/PEX under the floors is the holdup: None of these methods makes me very happy.
Easily adding zoned heating does make me happy, though, especially during the day when the sun heats the house unevenly...hmm.
I'll tinker with the idea more when I put the pool up next year, since that's an easy DIY without much that can go expensively wrong.
I have an old Firebird. It has no book value due to its age.
When I got insurance for it (yes, full coverage: It's good for things other than driving like a jackass, such as when Shit Just Happens), they simply asked what value I wanted it insured at.
I gave them a number, they drew up the paperwork, and I was on my way. No inspection necessary.
When I've needed wood to be split, I've ordered it that way.
(The fact that one heats with wood does not mean that one must also play lumberjack. But if one wants to play lumberjack, that's OK: You get heated at least twice, for the same fuel!)
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The correct, technical term for those is actually "road studs."
We do plenty of road plowing up here, and they're common especially on the center line (which tends to be plowed less, because it tends to accumulate snow less).
We also use "rumble strips" on the sides of the road, which are just parallel grooves cut into the pavement: Properly done, they seem to suck the car right into them and keep it there (while also shaking the hell out of it, dumping energy, and hopefully waking you up) in a way that a series of road studs never could.
And you know that these accidents were caused by going 10mph over the posted speed limit...because you personally investigated these particular accidents using direct observation and science, or because of your biased opinion that this was the cause?
(Some people also know that Jesus exists. Maybe Jesus caused those accidents.)
You don't have to be ageist about that, either:
Suppose -everyone- gets a short written test (both because rules do change, and people forget), a vision test, and a reaction test, whether 90 or 22, every two or three years.
Fail any part the first time, and it's no big deal: You still get to try again later, and you still get to keep your license for the moment, and get an offer for remedial training, and another round of tests at a later day (no less than 6 days later).
Fail that second round, and you're suspended. Not punitively, and not indefinitely, but gosh: You've proven twice that you can't drive and even had an offer for extra training in between them.
If you still can't drive at that point, it's your fault -- not the system's.
Try again in a month, and you get a proper written test, a vision test, and a driving test -- just like on day 1 when you first got a license. (Let them have the equivalent of a learner's permit during this month, so they get to have someone else in the passenger seat when they're driving.)
(If driving weren't so necessary in much of the US, I'd be more like: Oh, you failed your renewal test!! HAHA! NO LICENSE FOR YOU!, but I think it needs to be softer than that.)
"braking"
You have ads on your Android device?
Why?
[citation needed]
(And, no: "But everyone says that it voids the warranty, so it MUST be true!" doesn't count.)
Where is that stated?
I didn't ask for a "probably something."
Of course we have the right (in the US) to record broadcasts for the purposes of timeshifting, but not necessarily to give a copy to a friend. [citation]
[citation needed]
I parse that as "Please don't go crazy trying to keep the battery at or near "full," because that's a Bad Thing to do. Also, you know: It's a rechargeable battery. Obviously its performance will degrade with charge/discharge cycles. Use it less, and it will last longer."
Note: They didn't say "please discharge the to near zero before recharging, and then fully charge the battery." That's the myth that I was responding to. It is a myth with its foundation rooted in the much dreaded, and also mythical in normal consumer uses, "memory effect."
Meanwhile, gradual degradation involves more than cyclical counts -- the peaks and depths of those cycles are also very important factors, as is the rate of charge/discharge, internal temperature, and a slew of other factors that I'm sure the smart people at Tesla already figured out when they carefully omitted the part about making sure to always wait until the battery is near flat before recharging it.
So, I agree with Tesla: Don't go nuts keeping the battery at 100%. Cycling the battery (ie: actually driving the thing) will reduce battery life. (This is all good advice for about any battery.)
Why don't you also agree with Tesla?
Really?
Where is that written in the Cardholder Agreement?
Meh. It's his signature, and he can draw it any way he wants to.
This is a myth. Please stop presenting it as fact.
Indeed, what you describe is the very worst way in which you can treat any rechargeable battery.
But can I go to your house, copy your books (with your permission), and then take my copies with me?
I didn't sign up at /. so many long years ago to be politically-correct. I did so to be reasonably anonymous and yet still followable, and have the ability to be rewarded for my thoughts. (To this end, /. has worked well for me: I get modded up from time to time, and I often have the ability to moderate the postings of others, and I've been posting at +1 since long before your current UID came to light. I even have a few friends here, who I will never willfully meet, and a few friends that I know IRL who read /. that will never know who I am here.)
Meanwhile, I believe that being politically-correct is only a needless exercise in false humility. (Remember, I also described myself as being "broken." There is no favoritism on my part when it comes to disabilities, including unto myself.)
But you've now invoked Obama's Law, wherein any discussion ultimately culminates in a discussion of health care.
When I was killing myself working a 40-hour week and enjoying nothing, at all, ever, I was ahead of the curve in my locale. And when my very-poor friend had all of his soft-tissue nasal problems taken care of under a knife at no cost to him, I was pleased to help provide that indirectly through my tax dollars. (Said friend is much, much physically better now, but still broken due to uncontrollable anxiety. In the current state of things, he's been living in Metro housing for a few years with his utilities mostly paid, having food stamps to feed him and his children, and generally living very, very low. His only income is selling some of the pills that he actually needs, but I cannot fault him for that: He still needs toilet paper, and I can't fault any American -- especially one who is both down on their luck, and mentally broken -- for the very occasional fifth of Black Velvet. I wish there were a better way.)
And even though I'm behind the curve at the moment, we still wash and dry his clothes. On our own dime. And he helps out where he can (he's a reasonably good tunnel rat for chasing wires around under this old house, for instance).
What's wrong with this picture? Nothing, I say, except for a broken man that cannot be unbroken, and the ridiculous ways in which he must conduct his life in order to survive his particular brand of brokenness.
Should he die in a ditch if he actually gets physically ill again? No. He's a good dude, and he loves his friends with such fondness genuineness that I have a hard time even wrapping my clinically-depressed ASD head around it.
So no, he shouldn't die in a ditch. And nor should I die in a ditch. And nor should you. If we haven't hurt anyone, why should we die in a ditch? And even if we have: Even convicts get health care.
And nor should the corner-store clerk who actually does work her ass off for 40 hours a week die in a ditch, nor the coffee house babe who does the same. Or the random guy who was raking my neighbor's leaves earlier today.
We're all people. We deserve to live, even if it is not necessarily profitable for all of us to do so... even if it is ridiculously expensive for us all to do so. Otherwise, -someone- -must- die in a ditch.
I've been on both sides of the curve. I wish I could pay out as much as I used to, to help other people survive, but being broken in my own way if I really tried any more I'd probably be dead. (And death ought to always be assumed to be more of a liability, than an asset: People, even the broken ones, are more useful than a mortuary bill and a gravesite.)
First, allow me to recognize something: I believe I've come close to properly flaming you in the past, and you've always responded rationally. That is an honorable thing to do, and I just wanted to point out that I did notice.
As long as we're being blunt, honest, and frank: Some people are stupid. Some people are broken. Some people are both stupid, and broken. Some people can't help themselves to the bathroom, let along help themselves toward increasing their cashflow.
Me, for instance. I'm reasonably smart and reasonably physically fit. But I'm broken. I've been troubled with, and occasionally crippled by, clinical depression for as long as I can recall. There is no cure, and there is no treatment for the symptoms that does not involve some other new hardship in exchange. From time to time I've relied on gifts and assistance to keep things rolling. I'm reasonably cashflow-positive at the moment, but I'm reasonably certain that this will eventually change. (Soon, probably: My business areas are currently going through an explosion of end-of-year spending, while it has been damn near dry the rest of the year).
Keeping a normal 40-hour job down has proven to be physically impossible. Instead I work for myself, doing things that I am exceptionally good at, for a few select clients who are sympathetic toward my plight. (I'm much happier being broke-but-independent for the past few years, than I was when I was actually killing myself keeping ahead of the curve with a daily commute and a 40-hour work week.)
There isn't always much demand in this area for the things that I am exceptionally good at, so there isn't always very much work. I could theoretically adjust that situation by moving to a more densely-populated area, but I don't know for sure that I'd be able to physically survive the transition...and being alive and generally broke is better than being dead and wealthy.
So, from where I'm at based on the cards I've been dealt, when the furnace in my house (an older, single-speed, perfectly-good 94% efficient model) stopped working the other night, I didn't panic/go to a hotel/call a repairman/order a new one: I went down to the basement with a nut driver, a meter, some high-quality machine oil and a can of excellent contact cleaner. And then, you know, I fixed it. (The safety interlock switch for the blower housing was dirty. I cleaned it. Also oiled the bearings for the exhaust blower, changed the filter, and vacuumed out the filter housing while I was at it.)
I've fixed a few furnaces in my time. They're simple machines.
Same with my vehicles. I own them, and they are mine. None of them are remotely new (the newest is a 2002 work truck), all of them were bought used at a very attractive price, they're all well-suited to what I use them for, and only very recently have sufficient advances been made in engine technology that could possibly entice me to buy something newer...but they're not sufficiently depreciated to be justifiable, yet.
So I fix what I've got.
Right now, I'm assembling the tools required to change the front wheel bearings on my 18-year-old BMW, having scored an awesome deal on ridiculously high-grade Japanese-made Koyo bearings wherein they were delivered to my door for about $10 more each than the cheapest, nastiest Chinese fare from Ebay.
If I had extra money, I could hire the work done. But if I do it myself, I don't have to pay someone else to do it, and I can use the very best parts and the very best practices, and still afford replace everything worth replacing while I'm there, instead of trying to save every penny as local mechanics tend to do. (Most folks will reuse the dust shields and spindle nuts because of a combination of "aw, I can make it work!" and general lack of availability of these parts locally. Meanwhile, I have new dust shields and spindle nuts in a box behind me, ready to be installed and not fucked with for another 18 years.)
If I worked all the time (if I could, even), I wouldn't h
Yep, absolutely.
Without any buzzword bingo: It's just a backup system. It does not have to be fast, it just has to be both big and geographically redundant.
No. My argument is that it wasn't a major accident. That is my only argument. (I can provide more clues as to what a "major accident" might consist of, if you still quite don't understand how to differentiate.)
If you'd like for me to address the other things that you've just mentioned and are also wrong about, I guess I can do that as well: A gas leak (even a substantial gas leak) does not mean instantaneous fire, or any fire for that matter: Most gas tanks these days are plastic, and therefore the impact with the gas tank itself could not create ignition.
Getting a trailer hitch through a drivetrain component could be immediately catastrophic to the occupants, but Teslas are not immune to that either. They have -one- motor, along with a mechanical differential and CV joints and half-shafts....gosh, doesn't that sound pretty close to most sedans on the road today?
And I agree that any intrusion into the passenger compartment is a bad thing. For instance, it is not uncommon on race cars, or ridiculously high-performance street cars, for the clutch and flywheel to be surrounded in a "scatter shield" in attempt to shield the occupants from being shredded by hot chunks of jagged metal in the event that it fails catastrophically.
Catastrophic clutch failure is a scary thing, for instance. The idiot driving the car at that moment is a very lucky idiot.
Because it doesn't cost enough to be good, dammit!
Everyone knows that you always get what you pay for!
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Is it steel? Every description I've heard says it is "metal," or "armor." The only thing consistent about the various descriptions is that everyone seems to agree that it is a quarter-inch of *something*.
Whatever the case: There are major accidents, and then there are other accidents.
This is a major accident.
This is another major accident.
Sorry, but running over some debris on the road and then safely pulling over to the side != "major accident," even if the car did burn afterward.
all ur base are belong to us
I've considered that. Installing radiators/a coil in-line with the forced air furnace/PEX under the floors is the holdup: None of these methods makes me very happy.
Easily adding zoned heating does make me happy, though, especially during the day when the sun heats the house unevenly...hmm.
I'll tinker with the idea more when I put the pool up next year, since that's an easy DIY without much that can go expensively wrong.
an Jaguar? Is that the Spanish pronunciation?
I have an old Firebird. It has no book value due to its age.
When I got insurance for it (yes, full coverage: It's good for things other than driving like a jackass, such as when Shit Just Happens), they simply asked what value I wanted it insured at.
I gave them a number, they drew up the paperwork, and I was on my way. No inspection necessary.
NBD.
When I've needed wood to be split, I've ordered it that way.
(The fact that one heats with wood does not mean that one must also play lumberjack. But if one wants to play lumberjack, that's OK: You get heated at least twice, for the same fuel!)