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2021-06-13 11:22:21 AM  
Well ok then, I guess.

Pass, but, you do you.
 
2021-06-13 11:32:20 AM  
It does kind of have that giant Möller Sky-car vibe going on. Could do with some more RGB, tho.
 
2021-06-13 11:58:13 AM  
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2021-06-13 11:58:17 AM  

uttertosh: It does kind of have that giant Möller Sky-car vibe going on. Could do with some more RGB, tho.


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2021-06-13 12:08:52 PM  
How is that road legal in the US and A? Also  is the horizontal stabilizer cut down to fit within a car lane? Does it get titled as a kit car? We have this in Cleveland, always a cool sight.

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2021-06-13 12:18:01 PM  
Barlow and Tinny-Peete arrived at the concrete highway where the psychist's car was parked in a safety bay.
"What-a-boat!" gasped the man from the past.
"Boat? No, that's my car."
Barlow surveyed it with awe. Swept-back lines, deep-drawn compound curves, kilograms of chrome. He ran his hands futilely over the door-or was it the door?-in a futile search for a handle, and asked respectfully, "How fast does it go?"
The psychist gave him a keen look and said slowly, "Two hundred and fifty. You can tell by the speedometer."
"Wow! My old Chevvy could hit a hundred on a straightaway, but you're out of my class, mister!"
Tinny-Peete somehow got a huge, low door open and Barlow descended three steps into immense cushions, floundering over to the right. He was too fascinated to pay serious attention to his flayed dermis. The dashboard was a lovely wilderness of dials, plugs, indicators, lights, scales and switches.
The psychist climbed down into the driver's seat and did something with his feet. The motor started like lighting a blowtorch as big as a silo. Wallowing around in the cushions, Barlow saw through a rear-view mirror a tremendous exhaust filled with brilliant white sparkles.
"Do you like it?" yelled the psychist.
"It's terrific!" Barlow yelled back. "It's-"
He was shut up as the car pulled out from the bay into the road with a great voo-ooo-ooom! A gale roared past Barlow's head, though the windows seemed to be closed; the impression of speed was terrific. He located the speedometer on the dashboard and saw it climb past 90, 100, 150, 200.
"Fast enough for me," yelled the psychist, noting that Barlow's face fell in response. "Radio?"
He passed over a surprisingly light object like a football helmet, with no trailing wires, and pointed to a row of buttons. Barlow put on the helmet, glad to have the roar of air stilled, and pushed a pushbutton. It lit up satisfyingly and Barlow settled back even farther for a sample of the brave new world's super-modern taste in ingenious entertainment.
"TAKE IT AND STICK IT!" a voice roared in his ears.
He snatched off the helmet and gave the psychist an injured look. Tinny-Peete grinned and turned a dial associated with the pushbutton layout. The man from the past donned the helmet again and found the voice had lowered to normal.
"The show of shows! The super-show! The super-duper show! The quiz of quizzes! Take it and stick it!"
There were shrieks of laughter in the background.
"Here we got the contes-tants all ready to go. You know how we work it. I hand a contes-tant a triangle-shaped cut-out and like that down the line. Now we got these here boards, they got cut-out places the same shape as the triangles and things, only they're all different shapes, and the first contes-tant that sticks the cutouts into the board, he wins.
"Now I'm gonna innaview the first contes-tant. Right here, honey. What's your name?"
"Name? Uh-"
"Hoddaya like that, folks? She don't remember her name! Hah? Would you buy that for a quarter?" The question was spoken with arch significance, and the audience shrieked, howled and whistled its appreciation.
It was dull listening when you didn't know the punch lines and catch lines. Barlow pushed another button, with his free hand ready at the volume control.
"-latest from Washington. It's about Senator Hull-Mendoza. He is still attacking the Bureau of Fisheries. The North California Syndicalist says he got affidavits that John Kingsley-Schultz is a bluenose from way back. He didn't publistat the affydavits, but he says they say that Kingsley-Schultz was saw at bluenose meetings in Oregon State College and later at Florida University. Kingsley-Schultz says he gotta confess he did major in fly-casting at Oregon and got his Ph.D. in game-fish at Florida.
"And here is a quote from Kingsley-Schultz: 'Hull-Mendoza don't know what he's talking about. He should drop dead.' Unquote. Hull-Mendoza says he won't publistat the affydavits to pertect his sources. He says they was sworn by three former employes of the Bureau which was fired for in-com-petence and in-com-pat-ibility by Kingsley-Schultz.
"Elsewhere they was the usual run of traffic accidents. A three-way pileup of cars on Route 66 going outta Chicago took twelve lives. The Chicago-Los Angeles morning rocket crashed and exploded in the Mo-have-Mo-javvy-what-ever-you-call-it Desert. All the 94 people aboard got killed. A Civil Aeronautics Authority investigator on the scene says that the pilot was buzzing herds of sheep and didn't pull out in time.
"Hey! Here's a hot one from New York! A Diesel tug run wild in the harbor while the crew was below and shoved in the port bow of the luck-shury liner S. S. Placentia. It says the ship filled and sank taking the lives of an es-ti-mated 180 passengers and 50 crew members. Six divers was sent down to study the wreckage, but they died, too, when their suits turned out to be fulla little holes.
"And here is a bulletin I just got from Denver. It seems-"

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2021-06-13 12:21:43 PM  
So much effort for something so pointless.
 
2021-06-13 1:16:43 PM  
I look at that and think A) stupid and B) planes are designed to hang off the wings most of the time.  How much work did they have to do to get it to survive constant flexing from driving on roads and hitting inclines to enter driveways and such?
 
2021-06-13 1:23:50 PM  

Befuddled: So much effort for something so pointless.


Yeah, I've been seeing articles on planes converted to cars since the 70's, and I've never understood it. Sure, it's eye catching, but those things aren't designed for the road. Lousy crash protection, uncomfortable, and likely to blow off the road in a stiff wind. If you have that much need for attention, buy a bus and convert it to a Burning Man art car.
 
2021-06-13 1:27:31 PM  

leviosaurus: buy a bus


I want to buy a Freightliner FL86 with a trailer, have the trailer converted by a custom RV builder, and then give the thing a full Optimus paint job.  THAT is style.
 
2021-06-13 2:08:24 PM  
Looks like the inside of my PC
 
2021-06-13 2:22:53 PM  
Looks pretty sweet to me, how can you not like this thing?

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2021-06-13 2:59:29 PM  

Barfmaker: Looks pretty sweet to me, how can you not like this thing?

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I've driven a 33 foot motorhome. I understand things like cornering, visibility, and what happens when you are in the freeway and a strong side wind tries to blow you off the road.

This is fun to look at but completely impractical. As a work of art, it's quite an accomplishment. As an actual mode of road transportation, it's a shiatshow. Right off the top of my head:

- Anywhere you park, you need to make sure the vertical and horizontal stabilizers on the tail don't catch on anything, or they will tear off like paper.
- See how the horizontal stabilizers are angled downwards? That means a gust of wind from the front would lift the nose. That reduces the front tire's contact with the ground, meaning you couldn't steer. Driving down the freeway would be enough to make this happen
- Imagine making a left turn when a gust of wind hits you from the left, catching that tail. The whole thing will roll over like a cardboard tube
- Look at the inside. There isn't enough room for two people to sit next to each other in the cockpit. That means your "Limo" is about as wide as 1 and a half airplane seats. Seriously uncomfortable space.
- Not to mention the windows. Car windows are huge and give you a view of everything, these windows are hard to see out of.
 
2021-06-13 4:14:02 PM  
Was hoping for actual flying car.  Again.  Leaving disappointed.  Again.
 
2021-06-13 6:05:46 PM  
All aboard the HMS Grounded Douche-mobile!
 
2021-06-13 8:12:12 PM  
Just in time for high school reunion season. And once the oldsters have run the novelty into the ground, all the people who made a few thousand in bitcoin will need to blow it on something, and then there is next year's prom season.

Then move on to the next city.
 
2021-06-13 9:55:36 PM  

Sliding Carp: Barlow and Tinny-Peete arrived at the concrete highway where the psychist's car was parked in a safety bay.
"What-a-boat!" gasped the man from the past.
"Boat? No, that's my car."
Barlow surveyed it with awe. Swept-back lines, deep-drawn compound curves, kilograms of chrome. He ran his hands futilely over the door-or was it the door?-in a futile search for a handle, and asked respectfully, "How fast does it go?"
The psychist gave him a keen look and said slowly, "Two hundred and fifty. You can tell by the speedometer."
"Wow! My old Chevvy could hit a hundred on a straightaway, but you're out of my class, mister!"
Tinny-Peete somehow got a huge, low door open and Barlow descended three steps into immense cushions, floundering over to the right. He was too fascinated to pay serious attention to his flayed dermis. The dashboard was a lovely wilderness of dials, plugs, indicators, lights, scales and switches.
The psychist climbed down into the driver's seat and did something with his feet. The motor started like lighting a blowtorch as big as a silo. Wallowing around in the cushions, Barlow saw through a rear-view mirror a tremendous exhaust filled with brilliant white sparkles.
"Do you like it?" yelled the psychist.
"It's terrific!" Barlow yelled back. "It's-"
He was shut up as the car pulled out from the bay into the road with a great voo-ooo-ooom! A gale roared past Barlow's head, though the windows seemed to be closed; the impression of speed was terrific. He located the speedometer on the dashboard and saw it climb past 90, 100, 150, 200.
"Fast enough for me," yelled the psychist, noting that Barlow's face fell in response. "Radio?"
He passed over a surprisingly light object like a football helmet, with no trailing wires, and pointed to a row of buttons. Barlow put on the helmet, glad to have the roar of air stilled, and pushed a pushbutton. It lit up satisfyingly and Barlow settled back even farther for a sample of the brave new world's super-modern taste in ingenious entertainment.
"TAKE IT AND STICK IT!" a voice roared in his ears.
He snatched off the helmet and gave the psychist an injured look. Tinny-Peete grinned and turned a dial associated with the pushbutton layout. The man from the past donned the helmet again and found the voice had lowered to normal.
"The show of shows! The super-show! The super-duper show! The quiz of quizzes! Take it and stick it!"
There were shrieks of laughter in the background.
"Here we got the contes-tants all ready to go. You know how we work it. I hand a contes-tant a triangle-shaped cut-out and like that down the line. Now we got these here boards, they got cut-out places the same shape as the triangles and things, only they're all different shapes, and the first contes-tant that sticks the cutouts into the board, he wins.
"Now I'm gonna innaview the first contes-tant. Right here, honey. What's your name?"
"Name? Uh-"
"Hoddaya like that, folks? She don't remember her name! Hah? Would you buy that for a quarter?" The question was spoken with arch significance, and the audience shrieked, howled and whistled its appreciation.
It was dull listening when you didn't know the punch lines and catch lines. Barlow pushed another button, with his free hand ready at the volume control.
"-latest from Washington. It's about Senator Hull-Mendoza. He is still attacking the Bureau of Fisheries. The North California Syndicalist says he got affidavits that John Kingsley-Schultz is a bluenose from way back. He didn't publistat the affydavits, but he says they say that Kingsley-Schultz was saw at bluenose meetings in Oregon State College and later at Florida University. Kingsley-Schultz says he gotta confess he did major in fly-casting at Oregon and got his Ph.D. in game-fish at Florida.
"And here is a quote from Kingsley-Schultz: 'Hull-Mendoza don't know what he's talking about. He should drop dead.' Unquote. Hull-Mendoza says he won't publistat the affydavits to pertect his sources. He says they was sworn by three former employes of the Bureau which was fired for in-com-petence and in-com-pat-ibility by Kingsley-Schultz.
"Elsewhere they was the usual run of traffic accidents. A three-way pileup of cars on Route 66 going outta Chicago took twelve lives. The Chicago-Los Angeles morning rocket crashed and exploded in the Mo-have-Mo-javvy-what-ever-you-call-it Desert. All the 94 people aboard got killed. A Civil Aeronautics Authority investigator on the scene says that the pilot was buzzing herds of sheep and didn't pull out in time.
"Hey! Here's a hot one from New York! A Diesel tug run wild in the harbor while the crew was below and shoved in the port bow of the luck-shury liner S. S. Placentia. It says the ship filled and sank taking the lives of an es-ti-mated 180 passengers and 50 crew members. Six divers was sent down to study the wreckage, but they died, too, when their suits turned out to be fulla little holes.
"And here is a bulletin I just got from Denver. It seems-"

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/51233/​51233-h/51233-h.htm


I thought that sounded familiar
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2021-06-13 10:18:53 PM  
Decoliner Custom Built - Jay Leno's Garage
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I'd go for one of these from the Blastolene guy:
 
2021-06-14 7:43:18 AM  
A limo is a type of car isn't it?
 
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