Baaaad Traffic

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Okay, that’s enough. I’m gonna floor it  in 5…4…3…2…

[Found at VE’s House of Fun. Related Traffic archive here.]

Slower Traffic Keep Right.

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Khyber Pass, Afghanistan, 1955.  I wonder if camels and donkeys got tickets for blocking traffic.

[Found here. Kinda goes with this post.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 70 – Traffic & Soccer

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[Amy Oops found this fine collection of .gif animations, which is almost as good as this one.

Please Remain Seated Until the Captain Has Turned Off the Seatbelt Warning Light.

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Exiting the hatch should be interesting.

[Image from here.]

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UPDATE: Thanks to a link from Reddit, here’s the story. It was a metro accident in the Ukraine in May of 2007 [story here]. Via Google Translate, we get the gist of it:

Metropolitan Express. As it were. Events eyewitness.

In short, what it was. I sat down today in the 167th Kiev on the Dnieper-Pjatihatki-butt. Conductor took the tickets, but never gave.
We drove normally. As always, stupid movie, as always tea. Already around 22:30 it started. Essno flashed in an instant. I drove the car at the very beginning, back in the direction of travel, which insanely happy. Before us was the only car-wagon. Let’s go, go, suddenly thrust. As always, the first thought when you wake up at night from the jolt in the car – push and settle down. But no, the car started to throw from side to side. Then he began to lurch from grinding. On the shelves poured luggage. Among the passengers was not much noise. When everything had settled down, began to understand everything and everything is in order. The car does not hurt anybody, like the conductor saw that hurt.

The first car the most, not counting the first section of the lock, fell on its side. My neighbor’s window was covered with a grid of cracks. The rest remained intact.
The first desire of passengers – more quickly get out of the car. But there sounded clever ideas: we do not know where we are, whether we will still fall and in what condition the car. Quickly came to their senses when they saw the rail under the windows. Began to slowly get out out through the usual exit.

Arriving in itself, took the camera and started klatsat. Photos will be later. People also podastavali camera down, and phones. And all so much fun. Smile Behind the scenes sounded a joke: “Call the conductor, even pick up the glasses.”

Almost all the passengers taken away somewhere having taken the train. I left the coach with its neighbors in a jeep. Waiting for him in the house SHCH, where the police had no news from privoloch who took Marauder – found him two new pairs of women’s shoes in a box and a bunch of canned goods. My uncle was a kind and take a drop too much baggage to explain the origin could not.

Train wreck in 70-100 meters from the little station Rasava Southwestern Railroad around 22:30 on Wednesday May 2, 2007. This, in my mind, the first serious accident “Capital Express”.

PS That’s really never would have thought that out of the car past the boiler so narrow, if selected by him when he is in a horizontal position.

Morning Rush Hour in Elbonia

There are a lotta folks who become mired in traffic on a daily basis that don’t have a clue as to what to read while they wait for their graffiti-encrusted freeway exit.

Some read the news, sports, comics, classifieds, Oprah’s itinerary, etc. Many others choose history, historical fiction, fictional history, and science fictional history for mental diversion and carbon monoxide abatement while crawling along at low-torque idle speed on their way to work.

For those of you who find yourselves puzzling over what novelette to take along for your morning roadtrip to lunchtime, check out Spuddie’s Book Blog, a vast (or at least half-vast) summary of popular novels to peruse at 0.5mph. Here’s a typical example:

“WITCH HUNT by Shirley Damsgaard. #4 in the Ophelia and Abby paranormal mystery series featuring Ophelia Jensen, a librarian in small-town Iowa who has pre-cognitive abilities and her grandmother Abby, a witch. When a biker gang starts hanging out in their small town and essentially taking over a bar there, Ophelia begins to have feelings of unease that something bad is going to happen. And sure enough, one of the bikers ends up dead, and the accused is none other than her good friend and co-worker Darci’s cousin Becca who is visiting from California. Ophelia herself is distracted, trying to be a good parent to Tink, the thirteen-year-old girl she’s taken into her home as a foster child—from their last book’s escapades—and not finding it a very easy task. This book just seemed ‘off’ to me. I’ve enjoyed the previous ones in the series, though it did take me til the middle of the second book before I really began to warm to Ophelia. I found plenty to be annoyed with in this book though—much repetitive text and phrases, too many scenarios that were extremely unlikely, and Ophelia needed slapping upside the head way too often. I did finish it—if it weren’t such a quick, easy read I probably wouldn’t have—but I admit that I skimmed the last couple of chapters, and I’ve decided to hang up the spurs on this series since I can’t honestly say I much care what happens to Ophelia any longer. I do have the next one in series here, but I’m going to trade it off. C-.”

Spuddie knows what you like, reads it for you, and tells you all about it while you wait for your exit to come up 45 minutes from now.

[Image from here. Concept from here. Book review from WAY out there.]