I was in a small town of around 30,000 people at the time. They ran the police cars to it cost more to repair than they were worth. If they lasted over 100,000 miles they probably had half that much run time at the local eating place.
Even the Newfies? I've never been there but I have been in NB and NS and agree. Even the Gaspe isn't bad.
'East Coast' is too general even in the US. Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont are relatively sane even if VT doesn't have a coast and NH doesn't have much.
That's the sort of place I had in mind although I don't think it was actually a hotel. The other oddity at the time was you could only get a drink with a meal on Sunday. Bring me a pickled sausage and keep the beer coming.
NYS had a similar deal, leading to those packets of salt herring stapled to cardboard that nobody in their right mind would eat (except New Years Eve when a blind robin brought good luck). 'Sure we serve food!'
Disco killed a lot of things.
My stove is almost as old as I am. The only thing it asks for is a propane connection. Despite the recent concerns it hasn't killed me yet. It isn't smart enough to turn itself off so I sometimes have haute cuisine blackened whatever. I took the battery out of the smoke detector about 30 years ago.
The IoT fascinates me in its technical aspects and what can be done with local ML but it also scares me. Pandora's box and all that.
The NSA would never, never do a thing like that. Would they?
I think people are getting a little more sophisticated. Years ago I was at my brother's and turned on my laptop to look at a locally stored map. I realized it had connected. My brother had a wired connection and when I asked him about wifi he looked puzzled. I guess I was leeching off some neighbor.
When I was a kid there was a local kids' show where Miss Glendora alleged she could see her audience via the TV. It's not nice to set a 5 year old kid up for a lifetime of paranoia. Santa Claus, God, your guardian angel, and all the rest of the creepy entities watching as you got up to no good, plus all the adults who could read minds.
Seventy years later it's pretty much reality.
For a really bad feeling I stopped on the pass between Montana and Idaho with a semi to take a leak. I pulled the big red button that dumped the air, got out, and was doing my thing with one hand resting on the side of the trailer when I realized the whole mess was inching its way downhill. It didn't seem that icy when I walked around the truck.
Most of Montana didn't have a daytime speed limit until 2000. I'll admit I wasn't too keen on threading my way on a bike through a gaggle of soccer moms in SUVs doing 100+. 70 or 80 is fine by me.
It's interesting that I90 is 80 except where it passes through a city and most people drive 80. If I95 were posted at 80 the traffic would be moving at 95. California is the same. Drive the limit and you're going to get run over.
Sometimes the police can be a benefit. Coming down I75 after already about 9 hours on the road, traffic was getting heavier and slower. State trooper was clearing the left lane at about 80 so a few of us got behind him for a good 20 miles and it was smooth going.
I do I95 a few times a year from FL to MA and 80 is comfy for most of it.
Here in Kitchener/Waterloo our anti-idling bylaw says that you must turn off your vehicle after three consecutive minutes of idling, unless in traffic. If the temperature outside a vehicle is above 27°C or below 5°C, this bylaw does not apply. However there ARE No-Idling zones - places like in front of the hospital and close to other building entrances where idling (for more than 30 seconds? when parked) is not allowed under ANY circumstances.
There was talk of banning new drive-through lanes at restaurants but with a "timmy's" on every second corner, and just about every other fast foor restaurant also having drive - throughs THAT didn't go very far - - - - .
In our small town the cruisers never had a chance to carbon up. The
327 Rambler and the 350 Pontiac were both known to have been seen with a cloud of black smoke behind them as one of the constables booted it out of town, with his right foot trying to go through the floor on a not-too-busy night - not to mention when it was in for an oil change or tune-up or tire change or any other excuse for the mechanic at the garage to take it for a test drive. The young fellows in town all knew just how fast their cars had to be to NOT be overtaken by the cruiser - and the Rambler was faster than the Poncho that replaced it and faster than anything I owned at the time (including my "hot" Valiant)
I doubt our local cruisers back then ever went over 6 years or ever got CLOSE to 100,000 miles and there was always a market for them when they were retired. Only the OPP cruisers would have gotten any kind of high mileage on them but the local cruisers DID get a fair amount of idling time. A lot of ex cruisers ended up doing Taxi duty for a number of years after retirement, racking up the miles (and hours of idling time)
Oh ya. I have noticed. The rest of Canada is really swell folks. Toronto (the French Canada) is, putting it nicely, condescending jerks.
I remember about 30 years ago on Usenet there was some sad nutbar who wanted everybody to put a lit candle between themselves and the TV so the gubmint couldn't spy on them.
Nowadays, people voluntarily put so much information out there, all you have to do is write a bot to trawl through the various social media and aggregate what you find.
Michigan, too. We all customarily drive 10 over the limit; a few drive faster.
I was ticketed on I94 during a local fundraiser, so on that stretch I set my cruise control for 70 and drive in the right-hand lane with the trucks.
Darn, I missed that post. How big a candle do you need? Surely those little birthday cake candles wouldn't be enough. Or would they? I'm tired of the gubmint spying on me.
I didn't know where in Canada you lived before now In 1967. a couple friends and I drove from Chicago to Expo '67 in Montreal, and we must have gone through Kitchener. By the time we passed through Detroit, it was dark and somehwere in Canada, my oil pressure guage started dipping almost down to zero for short periods. I wanted to buy oil but saw no gas stations. I thought of parking and waiting until dawn when I could get help from a passing car, but didn't like that idea. So we drove I think 2 hours with the needle dipping down almost to zero.
Finally bought oil and never had trouble with the car. 1950 Olds 88,
4-door.
Charlotte NC is about40 miles from me and I seldom go there. Last time I was on the interstate 4 lane. i was in the 2nd land on the slow side and there were 2 'fast' lanes to my left. I was barely keeping up with the slow traffic. Speed limit was 65 and I was doing 80 and the fast lane was passing me . I don't know if there are any cops checking for speeders but it sure seems like there are none.
Most cars around here are just under 10 mph over the speed limit, but as usual there are always some going faster.
i have not seen any idling laws in Nc but did see a list of states and on it was NC for 5 min. Some cities have laws about leaving your car while it is running. Mainly due to them getting stolen while the driver is not in the car.
micky wrote on 2/27/2024 8:27 AM:
Canada has superior motor oil. Good for you. The oil company in those days, now called "Petro-Canada", was a socialistic Crown corporation (state-owned) when you came by in 1967.
micky wrote on 2/27/2024 8:20 AM:
Answer: It doesn't matter what kind of candle. All candles have 1 candle power, by definition.
Hold the lit candle in front of your face, and modify a tinfoil muffin liner (
Holding a lit candle in front of your face when watching TV would be very tedious. Today you can wear a headband LED light when you watch TV. Don't forget to turn it on. LEDs are very efficient so you won't spend too much in replacing batteries. If you order the rechargeable ones then you won't even have to buy batteries.
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