RepairPal Blog:General Interest
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I just got back from a ten-day trip in Europe and I have to say, there are a lot of differences between the U.S. and Europe. The food, the culture, the water, the customs—after five days in London, I was finally getting a hold on most things, but one thing that I was never able to really conquer is the way they drive on the right side of the street. I wasn’t crazy enough to try and drive a car there (I can't imagine handling a stick shift with my left hand!), but we did go on some buses and taxis. It felt weird for sure, but the strangest thing was when we were pedestrians at a cross walk.
Walking onto a dealer lot to purchase a new car is daunting. All of us worry about whether or not we will get a good deal and if we are being treated fairly. We all want the dealer to be direct with us and the less haggling, the better. We don’t want any surprises and we all want to feel like we are getting the best price possible.
But do women have more to worry about?
I’m sure you’re just like me when it comes to the enjoyment of a good advertising campaign. I for one get excited to see what new commercial ads will top the charts each Super Bowl. Now, the latest campaign to grab my attention is for the new Toyota Yaris.
In 1901, Connecticut became the first state to pass a law regulating the speed of a motor vehicle. It limited cars to 12mph in cities, and 15 mph on rural roads. The law also required drivers to slow down when approaching a horse-drawn vehicle and stop completely if necessary to avoid scaring the horses.
From the 1900s to the 1970s, states set their own speed limits. Most states had a limit of 70mph, though some had limits of 75mph or none at all.
Parking in San Francisco sucks—there are no two ways about it. Parking is limited, expensive, and frustrating, and then we have to contend with street sweeping, people who double park, and people who take up two precious spots. Parking can be so stressful that, when I get a good spot, I try to keep it for as long as I can.
The year is 1911 and the Ford Model T is manufactured with front doors for the first time, including an opening door for the driver. Also included was a stronger rear end assembly and tapered axles to secure the wheels. Produced in factory standard dark blue, Model Ts now came with tops, windshields, and head lamps as standard equipment. Approximately 40,000 Model T Fords were built and assembled during the 1911 model year and cost around $680.
The other day, my neighbor, Kyle, needed to take his car to the shop because his engine was overheating. He asked me to come along so I could give him a ride home. I was also curious to see what shop he went to. I love the shop that I go to (Luscious Garage), but I haven’t really compared it to other shops in San Francisco, and I wanted to see why he picked the shop that he did.
Where I grew up, in the South, it was pretty common for folks not to wear seat belts. As for myself, I can’t remember not wearing one, and as I grew up and began to notice more things about the world around me, I began to wonder why people didn’t. It seemed to me, at least in the South, that not wearing a seat belt was an act of rebellion, a sort of last-ditch, post Civil War revolt against the powers that be. Southerners are a proud people—myself included—but we can take that pride too far, and the seat belt thing seemed like just another example of misguided disobedience.
Many of us have had the unpleasant experience of innocently driving along when an errant piece of gravel or other mysterious road debris suddenly puts a dent in our vehicle's windshield. And many of us have had the even more unpleasant surprise of the little nick becoming a five-inch jagged crack a mere few hours or days later.
I think I have mentioned before that I am a worrywart. And now that the rain has started again in the Bay Area after lying dormant for eight months, I am worried about my tires, especially after doing an unintentional little squealy at a light the other day. How do I know when it’s time for me to change my tires? Can I look at the tread and know? Do I replace them after a certain time? After a certain amount of mileage? Does it depend on where I live?
I wanted to tackle this subject before it rains again, which might be as early as this weekend. Here’s what I came up with.