- cross-posted to:
- TooDumbToImagine@europe.pub
- cross-posted to:
- TooDumbToImagine@europe.pub
How is this even possible? Like, seriously. No way that Cybertruck has high enough miles that it has bald tires, so how is it stuck in that spot?
How is this even possible? Like, seriously. No way that Cybertruck has high enough miles that it has bald tires, so how is it stuck in that spot?
I was in Calgary in 94, and in one winter at the intersection of MacLeod and 71 Ave S . I was turning left. It’s hard to see, but there’s just the smallest of slopes there.
I’d driven a bit in the rockies in snow, by then; not as work, but for work like as a commute, sure. I wasn’t a noob but it was a year or so before I successfully moose-checked a 91 firefly coming west outta banff with an actual moose in an actual blizzard and remarkably no one died, so I was still a little virginal.
And it was a bad day. It was Calgary, it was university days, it was three jobs and full-time comp-sci courses and a bad living arrangement with some really worthless family members, etc. Just, bad all 'round. And I was at the red. It went green. I sloooowwwwwly gave this piece of shit monte carlo some gas and the rear tires spun.
And at that point I kinda slipped out of the groove a bit. I didn’t let up on the gas. I kept it there, the entire green-yellow-red cycle, just spinning and maybe crying a little at the futility of existence in Alberta at all, let alone in the dirty grey urban winter hellscape it is with all the really ignorant people around me, and *why the fuck was I even here in this place where places you have to go require a shitty car anyway and can I just maybe leave right now and aaaaaaaahh…" and, yeah.
And the light turned green. And I remembered my training on a beetle in the snow, and I let off the gas a bit and even the wheels on this candy-ass front-engine floaty-ass-end shitty goddamned whaler of a car with no justification for even existence caught in the warm trough I made, and I started moving forward ever so slowly, and I crested the center and I made my turn and I continued on home after using the entire green to just cross the intersection, cursing and grinding my teeth and wiping my tears a bit amid the congratulatory honking of my fans.
The thing is, we all lose our shit a bit, now and then, and just slip out of the tire ruts marked in the packed snow by the cars in front of you, and maybe we spin out a bit. The guy sitting in the front of the shitty car or amazon truck as it spins and he rages and maybe cries a little may be on an atypical day. Account for that in the calculations.
No doubt, no doubt. I got the man unstuck & on his way, and didn’t mention him burning up the GoTreads a little…but when I helped people in the future I made a point to say LISTEN. Go slow, gain initial traction/grip, then you can slowly add more power. Idk, it’s hard to describe, it sounds like you get it. It’s kind of like a good handshake or riding a bike, there’s a certain methodology to getting it right. But you know it when you “feel it”.
And you know what, I just can’t let it go…I do have credible reasons for my biases specifically against Amazon Prime drivers. They seem to have very minimal training compared to other DSPs, and at least in my area, I have heard many complaints about the decisions they make on-road, and have seen a few of them, myself. Going the wrong way around a court. Parking on the wrong side of the road because that’s the side the house is on. They’ve got a well-deserved…‘meh’…reputation. Generally speaking.
The man I helped, didn’t know him from Adam, and IIRC he didn’t stand a chance getting out. He was on the edge of a completely iced driveway, where he stopped before entering the road (no momentum, no movement, no traction). The correct response as a DSP would be to park on the edge of the road, throw on 4-way flashers, and walk it out. Driveway was no good. But as we discussed…you live, you learn, hopefully you do better in the future.