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    Entries in Cars (29)

    Sunday
    14Mar2010

    The End of the Road for Bajaj Scooters

    Bajaj Scooter

    It’s a sign that globalization is happening—once people can afford a better product, what they used to settle for becomes obsolete. That’s what has happened to the Bajaj scooter, once a transportation mainstay for India:

    Later this month, Bajaj’s last scooter factory will roll out its last scooter, ending an era in India’s transition from dreary socialist behemoth into a consumerist powerhouse. And those one-time icons of middle-class achievement will be left to secondhand dealers and armies of sidewalk mechanics.

    Because in modern India, modest dependability just isn’t enough.

    “People have more money to spend today,” said Pradeep Tyagi. He sells used motorcycles in the New Delhi neighborhood of Karol Bagh, where dozens of used-car and motorcycle dealers — and a handful of scooter shops — are jammed into a few narrow lanes. “No one wants to spend that money on a scooter.”

    Wander among the neighborhood’s tiny, dusty shops and it becomes clear how India’s aspirations have changed.

    Because while India still has desperate poverty — more than one-third of the population lives on less than $1 per day — it has also become a nation of fierce consumers, its buying habits nurtured by a growing economy, easier loans and relentless advertising. In places like Karol Bagh, that means people who once would have aspired to scooters now want motorcycles. And everyone dreams of cars.

    This is what I do not get about people who sneer at “green” technology and getting smarter about making things that are self-sustaining. How can you not see that there are people all over the world who want what we have here in the West? How can you not see that if you put fifty or sixty million cars on the roads of India in the span of a few years that it won’t have a tremendous impact on our environment? How can you not see that there’s money to be made here? Where is the car that gets seventy miles to the gallon and would be perfect for the Indian market? If Ford or GM had a car like that, wouldn’t it be smart to be at the top of that game?

    Perhaps it is the traveler in me; I don’t know. I just don’t see how people can be so ignorant. The transition of India from a bicycle and scooter nation to a nation of cars and people owning two or more cars is happening. Shouldn’t we have cleaner, better cars to sell to them right now? Or should we just go back to thinking no one else should have it so good?

    Friday
    26Feb2010

    Move Your Car, Dingbat

    Former Representative Melissa Hart’s Abandoned Crap Sandwich of a Volkswagen Jetta

    If you want to maintain some sort of political viability, you have to figure out how to keep the various elements of your life from spinning out of control. Simple things, like remembering how many wives, homes, children, and dogs you have are easy. Remembering to maintain ownership of a crappy old car you don’t need anymore, eh, not so easy:

    Representative Melissa Hart is so obscure, I am forced—forced!—to use a picture of actress Melissa Joan Hart.Former Rep. Melissa Hart may have hit the road and gone back home to Pittsburgh in 2006 when she lost her bid for re-election, but it appears that a car she owns still remains in the Longworth House Office building parking garage — more than three years after she left Congress.

    It looks like Hart, a Republican who represented Pennsylvania’s 4th District, left her white, older model Volkswagen Jetta six parking spaces away from the parking garage’s entrance into the buildings that house congressional offices in Washington.

    But Hart’s “dude where’s my car” dilemma may not be her only problem, if the car is in fact hers. According to the Committee on House Administration Web site, former members can only park in the garages if they are not registered lobbyists. Hart, who now chairs Pittsburgh-based law firm Keevican Weiss Bauerle & Hirsch’s Government Relations practice, is registered in the Senate lobbyist database.

    A woman identifying herself as Hart answered the phone at her law office, but hung up after the reporter asked if the car belonged to her. The Daily Caller reporter immediately called Hart back and left a message at her work, but she did not return those calls or subsequent e-mails.

    She must have said, who the hell is the Daily Caller?

    Anyway, police up the loose debris in your life, good lady. Cars are not things you can abandon. Staffers, certainly. Pension plans, employees, contractual obligations signed with drunks, mujahideen allies, loyal relatives—sure. But cars? No. You could get three or four grand for a clunker like that. That’s enough to buy a nice kitchen from IKEA, or so I hear.

    Wednesday
    24Feb2010

    This is Why We Don't Live in Maryland Anymore

    Once Byron is able to safely transport the last of the mink habitat inhabitants down here to St. Thomas, we will no longer have a presence in the State of Maryland. When I made the decision to pull up stakes and leave, there was forty inches of snow on the ground and the Howard County Snow plow driver was throwing bottles of urine at us as he pushed snow into our cul de sac, blocking us in. I shall probably live in New Hampshire once again, but the middling part of the Mid-Atlantic is no where I shall ever live again.

    Go straight to hell, Mid-Atlantic. You are uninhabitable for decent people. You are a butt sandwich I’m not going to accept anymore.

    That’s why I smirked when I read this:

    A major nor’easter is expected to bring blizzard conditions to interior New England and heavy rain and near-hurricane-force wind gusts to Northeastern coastal areas Wednesday through Friday.

    Little, if any, snow will fall in Boston, Massachusetts, while Washington, New York and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, could see as much as 5 inches of snow with locally higher amounts, CNN meteorologist Sean Morris said.

    Record snowfall totals of 30 inches or more will be possible across upstate New York, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine, Morris said. Very strong winds will combine with the heavy snow to produce dangerous white-out conditions and widespread power outages.

    You can do thirty or forty inches of snow in New Hampshire; they have plows there. They have a snow removal system there. You cannot do that same amount of snow in states like Maryland, which have spent all of their money on schools that don’t teach and government programs that ensure that the poor are always poor and cannot read and write. You cannot do that in a state where the people who own snow removal equipment can jack up their prices and collect blood money from the Federal government while you and yours sit snowbound in a development run by an incompetent homeowner’s association that forgot to bribe the equipment-starved county to plow them out first.

    You would think all of this snow would have saved a company like Hummer; alas, it did not:

    General Motors’ deal to sell its Hummer brand to a Chinese automaker fell through Wednesday and the company said it now plans to shut down the brand.

    GM did not give any details about why the agreement to sell Hummer to Sichuan Tengzhong Heavy Industrial Machines Co. Ltd. could not be completed, saying only that it was disappointed it was unable to close the deal.

    One of the things that I did notice about the snowstorms we received in Maryland earlier this month was that they revealed that the Hummer did fairly well in the snow; hospitals were forced to use them to get sick people into emergency rooms. The military version of the Humvee is preferable; that thing they call a Hummer is a fraud, but it did look like a pretty good runner in the snow. The military version went through the snow like shit through a skinny goose. I dumped the Suburban because, well, why not? I’d rather get a Mercedes and leave it at that.

    On the site where Scuddy’s Bar stands, we will construct a mink habitat for Byron and extend our property holdings out and down the narrow lane that brings a single car up to the property. If you were to ask me about hurricanes, I would say that, at least when a hurricane comes and destroys everything, you don’t have to wait for a snowplow to come and save you.

    Thursday
    04Feb2010

    Johnny Law Gets His Mannequin

    Really, what’s the fuss here?

    A New Yorker faces a $135 traffic fine for using a mannequin as her “plus one” in the high-occupancy vehicle lane of the Long Island Expressway.

    An alert sheriff’s deputy on Long Island became suspicious this week when he saw the “passenger” wearing sunglasses and using the visor. The problem: The sky was overcast.

    When he stopped the vehicle, he found the mannequin, fully dressed with a long dark wig, blazer, shirt and scarf.

    The 61-year-old driver left with a summons. In addition to a fine, she could be hit with two points on her license.

    “At first glance, this may seem humorous but it is not a joking matter when you drive off with a ticket,” Sheriff Vincent F. DeMarco told NBC News.

    Another major crimewave averted. If this was the woman’s third or fourth offense, fine. But, how seriously are we supposed to take the enforcement of commuter laws when we can’t build high speed rail, light rail or establish regular bus services in this country?

    I’m not excusing the woman’s choice to use a mannequin to flaunt the laws—I’m saying that I don’t get why it has to be about going to court and all of that. And, did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, the woman was lonely and couldn’t find any friends? I’ll stop so that you can allow sympathy to shame you into silence. 

    Wednesday
    03Feb2010

    Think Before You Sow Panic, Knucklehead

    Toyota RAV 4

    The thin resume of Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood reveals that, once again, the Obama Administration has a problem bringing clowns from Illinois out to Washington D.C. to run things. Whether it is President Bush bringing his Texas mafia to D.C. or Bill Clinton bringing his hillbilly traveling circus to our nation’s capital, these things never work out:

    Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood told owners of recalled Toyotas to “stop driving” their vehicles, but later said he misspoke and advised owners to bring their vehicles to dealers if they were concerned.

    LaHood made the comments in testimony before a House Appropriations Subcommittee on Transportation.

    “What I said in there was obviously a misstatement,” LaHood said.

    Department of Transportation spokeswoman Olivia Alair said the DOT was advising owners to contact their local dealerships to arrange for fixes as soon as possible.

    Toyota’s most recent recall in the United States affects 2.3 million vehicles over the potential for sticking gas pedals.

    Uh huh.

    Next time, let’s try to find the best people for the job, and not populate the government with a bunch of home-state pretenders.

    Wednesday
    27Jan2010

    I Can't Believe This is From Hot Wheels

    Stealth Rides

    Now, this is something that should win a prize for innovation:

    It’s the size of a credit card and about as slim as a cell phone. But the coolest feature of Mattel’s new Hot Wheels ride is its 3D action: Push a button and the “flat” car pops up into a remote-control vehicle.

    Called “Stealth Rides,” these toy cars are Mattel’s first-ever folding Hot Wheels. It’s the latest innovation for a brand that’s been selling in toy stores for more than 40 years.

    “This is definitely one the coolest new toys in 2010,” said Jim Silver, a toy industry analyst and editor in chief of TimetoPlayMag.com.

    Mattel (MAT, Fortune 500) has created five different models of Stealth Riders, including two cars, two tanks and a “Batmobile Tumbler” that the toymaker will debut next month during the Toy Fair in New York.

    I think that this is a very impressive looking device. Why only five of them, though? Why not a dozen? Are they keeping their powder dry to ensure that kids will buy these things?

    My hope is that we have not become too much like the Japanese, and, by that I mean, paralyzed by our love of gadgets and relegated to having sex with robots while collecting kitschy things that have no collectible value. Is that awful of me? Probably. How do you think it makes me feel to have to think such awful things? How do you think it is for me to carry the burden of knowing what’s wrong and then not have the ability to express it properly?

    Back when baseball cards were popular, I shunned them and invested in Star Wars memorabilia and in Hot Wheels. I have several thousand pieces of both product lines in a warehouse somewhere, possibly in northern New Jersey. When you’re wealthy, this is how life is for you. Every twelve months or so, I will receive a call out of the blue and then someone says, “yo, we is gonna toss your baubles and such into the dumpster if ya don’t pay us rent on your storage space, you.”

    And so I pay. I don’t know what I’m paying for, but I pay for it anyway. That stuff that I don’t remember, need or have space for in one of my homes might be valuable.