The South Dakota Department of Public Safety tells drivers “Don’t Jerk and Drive”.
A British accent – the voice of nannyhood authoutity – declares “nobody likes a jerker”.
The department’s director Lee Axdahl says drivers should keep their car out of the ditch and their minds out of the gutter.
TWO lines to listen out for in this video of a man on a bike doing a 22mph wheelie in the City of London and the policeman telling him off:
Our favoutite is, “Get out the SQuare Mile and don’t come back”. John Wayne would be proud.
That narrowly beats, “You can tell your friends about the big telling off you got from a policeman on a horse”.
WHO in Seattle drew a big penis on a $2.5m Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport (the world’s most expensive production car). Read the rest of this entry »
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UNCLE Monty’s 1953 Silver Wraith by Hooper & Co.is for sale. Last seen in the wonderful film Withnail and I, this is your chance to live the dream.
Mr Gulbenkian is profiled:
“I’ve been retired all my life,” explains Nubar Gulbenkian, now 69. “but I’ve also been working hard all my life. A fortune does not look after itself, after all.” The fortune Gulbenkian refers to is one of the largest in the world. He inherited it from his legendary father, Calouste; who was nicknamed “Mr. Five Percent” because that was his usual cut on Middle Eastern oil and who owned possibly the world’s greatest art collection. Nubar, an Armenian, was exported in a Gladstone bag from his birthplace in Turkey, a land then inhospitable to Armenians, when he was only a few weeks old. Educated in England and France, he has been married three times and would be an impressive figure, even if he lacked his father’s business acumen (which he doesn’t), for his stupendous eyebrows, well trimmed beard, monocle and a habit of inserting into his lapel every morning a fresh orchid, the color chosen to suit the occasion. He has just written an autobiography, Portrait In Oil (Simon & Schuster), in which he discusses not only his finances but his voracious appetite for preferred pleasures like foxhunting, riding, food, drink, the odes of Horace, and driving, which he took up shortly after his 65th birthday. “If something is too much of a bore to do thoroughly and with zest,” says Gulbenkian, “then don’t bother to do it at all.”
When asked whether he most enjoys city life or country life, horses or Rolls-Royces, old brandy or young women, Nubar Gulbenkian reflectively strokes his luxuriant beard, puffs deeply on his cigar and makes a simple affirmation of love for the business of good living: “I prefer everything.”
For £250000 o.n.o, you get a long wheelbase, coach built, 4.5litre vehicle one off with snakeskin trim, electic windows, Sedanca de Ville style roof, air con. and a speedometer in the back, so allowing Gulbenkian to keep tabs on his chauffeur and ensure he drove quickly.
Bid at Frank Dale & Stepsons.
IF you sell a vehicle and fail to cancel the insurance – and the new owner fails to get any insurance – you could be liable for any damge they cause. Sound fair?
Paul Duffy sold his Kawasaki Ninja motorbike to James Bryson on August 13 this year. Mr Duffy did not know that the buyer was serving a four year driving ban. He had no insurance. Seven days after the legal trade, Mr Bryson collided with a Toyota Yaris near Arbroath, Scotland.
Paul, 48, a carer for his wife whose recovering from leukaemia, is understandbly unhappy. He was , after all, neither the bike’s registerd keeper nor the owner.
“Lawyers said that because Mr Bryson had died and had no insurance, they would be paying out on my policy. Because he chose to buy my motorcycle, I am, in the eyes of the law, giving him permission to ride the bike and I am in breach of my contract. So if I have any assets, MCE can take them from me to recover costs. I am effectively having to pay for an uninsured driver having a fatal accident. I have never broken the law. I don’t even have as much as a speeding ticket. But I have been told this is the law, and I have no protection or rights. I honestly thought that once the bike was sold, it was no longer my responsibility. I feel this is something every law-abiding, insurance-paying person should be aware of.”
RUSSIAN dash-cam videos are a steady source of entertainement on the web. But this one is extra special.
As one readers on reddit notes, “He’ll never tell a soul what happened that day…”
(Hope it’s real.)
…AND she’s not even got to the practical part yet, where what she’s been told is 6 inches causes problems. This is really quite amazing, this lady has managed to fail the driving theory test 110 times:
CAR crash TV:
TWO women and a man were engaged in an in-car threesome when when one of them disengaged the handbrake. The rolled into crash into a tree, causing one of the women to break both her legs.
At least she thinks the are hers. We’ll know more as soon as they’re untangled:
WHERE is the world’s most dangerous place to drive a car? No need to guess. The University of Michigan’s Transportation Research Initiative keep a tally of worldwide driving fatalities.
Avoid Namibia, Thailand and Iran. Rip up the tarmac in the Maldives:
YOU Tuber Feilim Mchugh told his father he’d failed his driving test. He then filmed the reaction. her father’s reaction driving test. The videos – “My Dads reaction to me ‘failing’ my driving test, priceless…” is terrific.
Filmed in Drumkeerin, Ireland, swearing is liberal:
IN 1972, Toyota unveiled the greatest RV never made.
YES, yes. We all know that cyclists can be really annoying. They sometimes run red lights on empty roads and mount the pavement when drivers can’t. And yes, we know that they’re mostly bearded, middle-aged men who drink porters and have pot-bellies from a enviously rich diet… but really, when it comes down to it, they’re probably going to die if you toy with them on the road.
That pretty much makes you a murderer for not liking someone because they read The Guardian.
HERE at Anorak, we love looking at old adverts. Take this one for the 1981 Mitsubishi Mirage. Filmed at the Colorado Air Force Academy, the advert begins in grand fashion. Jets soar an swoop. The sir throbs with energy. Letters appear in space, as if by magick. And then the hero arrives. The brassy fanfare strikes up. The brown hatchback zips around a bend in the road. A button is pressed. What does it do? Is it the afterburner? Who know because soon the saviour is at Jack Frost’s diamond palace to rescue housewives trapped in a Ford Pinto…
IN 1947, a flying car –a propellor-driven automobile that flies– took its first test in Rome, Italy. While cruising down the road, the vehicle’s wings stay folded and when its ready to soar, the “driver/pilot” stops and unfolds them. This newsreel by British Pathé, titled “The Flying Car”, shows this two-passenger hybrid vehicle in action, both on land and in the sky.
IF only the French could fight their wars as bravely as they fight against markets, eh?
The latest is that several Parisian taxi drivers have beaten up someone driving an Uber limo: this is even after the French Government just passed a, quite probably illegal, law to favour the taxis over the Uber drivers:
It seems that protest turned to guerrilla warfare this morning as one Uber driver, carrying Eventbrite CTO Renaud Visage & Kat Borlongan from the airport to Paris, was attacked by multiple assailants, who allegedly, after smashing one window and slashing two tires (as seen in the photo), as well as defacing one side of the car with glue, attempted to enter the vehicle. Borlongan says their Uber driver manoeuvered the two out of the situation before anything could happen, leaving the three stranded on the shoulder of the freeway.
I SAY, I say, I say, how many live cows can you get inside a Proton Wira car? Four.
Two in the back.
THE annual French Car-B-Cue saw just 1,067 vehicles burnt on New Year’s Eve.
This is a a “significant” year on year reduction of more than 10 per cent, claims Manuel Valls, the Interior Minister. He hails it as a “positive result”. A result of what? Less petrol? Less cars? A clamp-down on matches? He’s non-specific.