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In the video, there are two mature gentlemen in the back seat and in awe of the technology. One pointed out that the self driving vehicles will be helpful in the event that their driver’s license are revoked (due to age).
Is anyone able to explain what the need for the lighted beacon on the top of the car?
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Does supervise mean that someone be present in the driver’s seat? I believe that in the State of Texas, self driving vehicles are on their roads and serving as “cabs”, UBER, etc . If my understanding of Texas and self driving vehicles is correct, then my guess is the fares are sitting in the back seat or in the passenger seat as the woman in the video was.
Okay, so in Florida the driver must be seated in the driver’s seat and the Tesla is equipped with cameras that monitors the the person in the driver’s seat to sure they’re not on their phone, sleeping, reading a book, engaged in amorous activities, etc……. WHY BOTHER CHOOSING SELF DRIVING/AUTO PILOT?
Are you a salesman?
Now some will argue that planes have auto pilot. Well, there are no ditches and stuff up there and no wheel alignment to be off and let the car go off track and etc. Alot of variables with a car,are just not there with a airplane.
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During World War II, almost all the nurses were women and for the weary servicemen, that alone was a morale boost.
A Navy Chief lay in bed, oxygen mask strapped tight, still groggy from a grueling four‑hour surgery.
A young nurse stepped in to give him a sponge bath.
Through the mask, the Chief mumbled...
“Nurse…are my testicles black?”
She froze, cheeks burning...
“Chief, I’m only here to wash your upper body and feet!”
But he persisted, louder this time...
“Nurse… are my testicles black?”
Worried his vitals might spike, she swallowed her embarrassment, pulled back the covers, lifted his gown, and gently examined him.
After a careful look she said...
“Chief, there’s nothing wrong with them.”
The Chief pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly…
“Bless your Heart and thank you so very much as that was wonderful, but listen very, very closely...
Are -- m y -- t e s t -- r e s u l t s -- b a c k?”
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Who else has already got started on the big feed?
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What I find peculiar about Florida is their mosquitoes come out for about an hour and then go away.
I was born in Ludington, lived north of Grand Rapids for a while (Sparta area), and then got dragged over to the Thumb (Lexington and Croswell) when Dad got a job offer there. Did two years in Meyer Elementary in Lexington (5th and 6th grade), then did time in Cros-Lex junior high and high school (one of the worst school systems in the State outside of Detroit at the time. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
Parents got divorced in ’76 or ’77 (her cheatin’ heart) and the woman who gave birth to me dragged us four kids all around Sanilac County because she kept pissing off our landlords and getting us evicted when she wasn’t banging bar flies at the Colonial, a bar in Lexington at the time. My dad headed to Florida for a while after they split up. When he came back, I didn’t go live with him because the woman who gave birth to me had my head twisted up pretty badly. I missed a lot of years getting to know Dad better because of her. Turns out, he was a pretty good guy.
My senior year was endured in Mason County, in a school in one of the little towns that wasn’t Ludington, which was a little bit better than what I went through at Cros-Lex. Lived with my maternal grandparents that year. They were cool. I miss them, especially Grandpa.
I got the hell out of there in 1980 by joining the Navy, otherwise, I’d probably still be po’ white trash living in a rented singlewide somewhere in Mason County, on some backwoods gravel road. Career opportunities were rather meager, and low paying, during that time. It was, stay and stagnate, or flee and fly.
I left the state with zero regrets. I’m doing much better now.
That’s weird about the Florida skeeters. Michigan mosquitos are little bitches, 24/7. The state bird shouldn’t be the robin; it should be the mosquito.
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