No it doesn’t.
It looks just like a late ’60s piece of crap station wagon.
Nice try.
“The children stretch out in the back, gaze up at the stars through the sun roof and they’re off to sleep in no time.”
Yeah, sure. Carbon monoxide poisoning puts you right out… been there, done that. Then you wake up with a pounding headache. Dad’s 1972 Ford Country Squire did it to me.
Years later it happened again. Danny Rat and I were hiding in the trunk of Raul’s Buick to sneak into the local drive-in theater without paying. We paid in brain pain that night, and I never did it again.
According to Sgt. Dave Hunt, they could not open the vehicle from the outside as the bear apparently locked the doors somehow and broke the handles off.
While trapped inside, the bear apparently ripped the seats apart, tore open the glove compartment and pulled down part of the ceiling. The animal also urinated, defecated and spit all over the destroyed interior, police said. The department called the vehicle “a total loss.”
Police were eventually able to open the rear hatch to let the bear escape, FOX40 reported.
I’ll buy it. I don’t even care what year/make/model it is. The bear damage to that private vehicle is less than what is caused by CalTrans and L.A. Public Works, so tell the vehicle owner to contact me. If it’s roadworthy I’ll buy it. I can handle the smell of bear piss.
Universal Basic Income: Finland’s experiment (to reduce their 9% unemployment rate by handing out free money) lasted a little over one year. [h/t rightymouse]
From the Utoobage description: “The iconic video was created by Gerald Scarfe initially as a backdrop film for when the band [Pink Floyd] played the track on its 1977 In the Flesh tour.”
From the Utoobage comments: “Imagine having to wait 40 years to watch your favorite band’s official videoclip.”
Have a great weekend, folks, and don’t forget that astronomy is gonna happen tomorrow night.
This wide ride fit in very few parking spaces, and on the road the margin of error was slim. That’s why you see so few of them anymore. Looks like the snow pack is up to the railing at this resort, so the snowbunny on the left must be about 9-feet tall, too.
Many sources mis-attribute these sculptures to eccentric Australian Albert (Tapper) Torney, but they’re the work of New Zealander Sandy, who sells plans and displays finished models here.
