Tag: cars

Seriously – how do people in cities actually run out of gas?

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Driving around the A-T-L, every now and then, I’ll see a car on the side of the road, obvious victims of running out of fuel.  Sometimes, there will be a person in the act of pouring fuel into the gas tank, and other times, off in the distance, I’ll see someone walking to, or walking away from the vehicle; sometimes with a red gas tank, sometimes without, and they’ll have to pick one up.

Now if I lived out in Nebraska, or even a place like Kingdom City, Missouri, where the population is sparse, and the volume of gas stations are far more sparse than in a city like Atlanta, I could understand the occasional brain-fart in poor preparation, and once in a blue moon, running out of gas.  But in a large metropolitan area like the city of Atlanta?  How is that even possible?  There are thousands of gas stations in Atlanta, so I’m pretty much baffled at how negligent people can possibly to where they end up stranded on the side of I-75 so frequently.

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Seen in Atlanta: Fuck tha po’lice

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There’s just something so gratifyingly amusing by seeing a police car getting towed away.  There’s no body damage, and the wheels are all intact, and in all likelihood, it’s probably a squad car with some sort of debilitating engine issue, but I like to pretend that this cop car belonged to an overzealous, power abusive Officer Farva who overstepped even his law enforcement boundaries, and the car was towed away by a tow-truck driver that simply doesn’t give a fuck.  Or, someone villainous type, richer and more powerful than the police decided that they didn’t like a police car too close to wherever, and decided to have it relocated.

How are these legal?

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While I’m on the subject of license plates, with the exception posted previously, I tend to blur out plates, out of an unnecessary courtesy.  It just seems like the right thing to do if I’m going to post the rest of these anonymous vehicles on the interwebs.  That being said, I would like to state that the car in the proceeding image is 100% unedited.  No Gaussian blur, no mosaic, no smudge tool applied.  Yet, can anyone make out the license plate at all?

Which begs me to ask, how are these blackened-out license plate covers legal?  The point of a plate is to provide identification to who might be driving the car, and to have a means of identification in the event that some accountability needs to be applied to a party.  But these covers make plate legibility almost impossible beyond being right behind it.  I guess I don’t have to guess too hard to imagine what effect they have versus camera-equipped traffic lights, either.

Does anything on a vehicle scream “I am a shady motherfucker who intends to push the boundaries of what’s legal inside of a vehicle” than these black-out license plate covers?  Think about it.  With these covers, the driver could drive like an idiot; speed, weave, aggro, HOV violate, all of the above, while witnessing motorists are hindered to possibly identify/report these perpetrators.  These drivers could get into an accident, and speed off, knowing that victim(s)/witness(es) would be hindered to take a plate from an escaping vehicle.  And so forth.

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FAILville

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Well, Jen and I don’t call this place F-ville without a reason.  The saddest thing is that the only place within reason where a person could’ve gotten sloshed and done this was at a nearby Ruby Tuesday’s.  Nothing screams place to binge drink to stupid drunk like Ruby Tuesday’s.

So my stigmata is acting up again

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On my way home from the airport after an afternoon in Charlotte, North Carolina, I was getting tailgated by a BMW.  This comes as no surprise as scientifically proven, 100% of BMW drivers are douchebags.  To make matters worse, I could see in the rearview mirror that it was a black guy with a big gold watch, leaned over across the passenger seat like black guys stereotypically position themselves while driving.  Since I see absolutely no point in altering my driving stance to accommodate a douchebag, I maintain the course, and they can pass me when it’s convenient for them.  Eventually, the opportunity presents itself, and he blows past me.  His license plate reads “BLCKCZR.”  If this is trying to say “Black Czar,” which was the first thought that popped into my head, my head just exploded.  It’s like racism, hypocrisy, wrapped in more racism, encased in a douchebaggy BMW.  Incredible.