are the three people I saw piled onto a Vespa, tootling on down Warm Springs.
Which reminds me of two other really odd incidents.
Seattle, 1999. Driving through the city with a friend, trying to get to a bar. Stopped at a light and looked at the lane next to us. Nine of the chiccest people I've ever seen. Each on a chic little Vespa. Quite amazing. It looked like some kind of bizarre scene out of Clockwork Orange.
San Francisco, 2003. On my morning commute to San Bruno. Driving down the 280 I looked to my left. WTF? A man, in a suite and tie, with a helmet, riding a Vespa style scooter. My first question was how he got that up to 65. My second question was how far he was going to skid when that tiny li'l front wheel finally let go. Definitely a man with cojones the size of grapefruits. Or a deathwish...
11/08/2004
Rainy Deux
Saw the results of a three car wipeout at Trop and Mountain View. Not pretty.
Then further down Trop I saw a car, backwards, with one tire folded under itself. I just have no concept of how that happens. How does the car get spun exactly 180 degrees? Didn't appear to be any body damage. The only thing I can think is it came around the corner in a left turn too quickly and slid into the right side curb, then spun. Except that the damaged tire was on the left side. There's no way to make a turn in that direction in that spot (they would have had to have been going the wrong way down the onramp - which isn't outside the realm of probability).
Then further down Trop I saw a car, backwards, with one tire folded under itself. I just have no concept of how that happens. How does the car get spun exactly 180 degrees? Didn't appear to be any body damage. The only thing I can think is it came around the corner in a left turn too quickly and slid into the right side curb, then spun. Except that the damaged tire was on the left side. There's no way to make a turn in that direction in that spot (they would have had to have been going the wrong way down the onramp - which isn't outside the realm of probability).
Rainy Days Are Here Again
Rain in Las Vegas is fun. The roads turn into pure chaos.
My poor little trucklet does pretty badly when it's dry. In the rain the thing is impossible. I was trying to get going while stopped on an uphill. Let the clutch out and the tires spin. Zero traction. I shift into second, hoping the lack of torque will stop the sliding. Nope. Eventually I kind of weaseled my way up the hill in second, sliding the rear end around. Guy in the BMW behind me didn't seem amused.
Guy on the sidewalk thought it was funny, though.
My poor little trucklet does pretty badly when it's dry. In the rain the thing is impossible. I was trying to get going while stopped on an uphill. Let the clutch out and the tires spin. Zero traction. I shift into second, hoping the lack of torque will stop the sliding. Nope. Eventually I kind of weaseled my way up the hill in second, sliding the rear end around. Guy in the BMW behind me didn't seem amused.
Guy on the sidewalk thought it was funny, though.
Oh Good, They're Back
Sitting at a stop light, the guy in the right lane doesn't understand the concept of free right on red. He's from Luoisiana, so no one really expects much.
So someone nudges past him on the right and turns. Then he turns. Then someone from the middle lane turns.
The guy standing on the corner crosses himself and takes his chances in the crosswalk.
So someone nudges past him on the right and turns. Then he turns. Then someone from the middle lane turns.
The guy standing on the corner crosses himself and takes his chances in the crosswalk.
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