Category: Automotive

Vehicles

I knew a man who knew all about his truck, its engine displacement, gear ratios, you name it. But when I asked him about his blood pressure, he replied that the doctor said it was OK. I thought to myself: Ken needs to get his vehicular priorities straight lest the via dolorosa through this vale of soul-making be more dolorous than it needs to be. 

Soaring Auto Insurance Rates

I received the bill for my 2013 Jeep Wrangler Sport the other day: $302.89 for six months. For the preceding six months I paid 274.09, and the six months before that 260.42. So yesterday I paid my agent a visit and reminded him of my stratospherically high credit rating, my lack of claims, my sterling driving record, my low mileage, my loyalty to the company, the whole shot.

He explained that  rates had gone down during the Great Covid Scare (my term not his) due to less driving but now were headed up again; Biden-flation (my term not his); and because e-vehicles are much more expensive to repair than gas drinkers (my term again).  All true. So I paid the bill and left.

On arriving home I flipped on Jesse Watters who had a segment  on young people and how they are getting hammered on rates. His focus was on onboard surveillance technology. Now if old people are unduly cautious on the roads and dangerous for that very reason, young people are worse, being impetuous, reckless, ignorant of physics, bereft of a proper sense of their mortality, without experience of life automotive and otherwise, distracted by their devices, distractive of each other, etc.   So they do stupid things at the wheel, the data gets sent to the insurance companies, and their rates skyrocket.

For example, I'm 'hauling donkey' in the fast lane doing 75-80 mph and some punk in a compact death-trap is on my ass.  I'm doing everything right, driving my Jeep as if it were a motorcycle: exercising due diligence, maintaining situational awareness, cycling through my mirrors and gauges, planning escape routes, staying out of blind spots, keeping my distance from other vehicles and especially from overloaded junk wagons.  I am engaging in automotive profiling. So the punk in the crapmobile tries to get around me, endangering himself, his passengers, and everyone around him.

The punk's high rates are the just wages of his automotive sin.

Of course, this is a deep and vexing topic. I don't want to live in a Sino-styled, omni-surveillant, Stasi-redolent police state! Damn you Dementocrats! Liberty trumps security! If you don't agree you are axiologically unfit to be an American. Go live in China or board the next time machine back to the USSR. Or the DDR. On the other hand, when the people lack virtue, automotive and otherwise, and will not govern themselves, then the plutocratic-pathocratic-totalitarian thugs have a plausible justification for their clamp-down and 'plausible deniability' of their malfeasance.

There is a lot to discuss. Here is something that I didn't know but that comports well with the pathocratic scumbaggery of wokeassed leftards:

Not all states allow car insurance companies to take gender into account. These six states prohibit the use of gender when pricing auto insurance:

How unspeakably stupid can an unspeakably  stupid reality-denying leftist be? But that is exactly what you would  nowadays expect in the once great and golden State of Californication and the People's Republic of Taxachusetts. 

Negative Events: Likelihood versus Gravity of Occurrence

Suppose you pack heat. Someone might ask you, "But what is the likelihood that you, given your cautious and circumspect style of life, will ever be in a situation in which you will need to defend your life, or a family member's life, with deadly force?"

The question is legitimate. The answer is as follows. You must weigh the likelihood of the negative event against the gravity of its occurrence.  Although it may be unlikely that you will need to defend yourself or another with a firearm, the consequences of not being able to do so are dire indeed: death of self or other.

The point is that you must not consider merely the likelihood of negative events, but also their gravity should they occur, when determining courses of action.

For a second example, consider wearing a seat belt. I never drive without seat belt fastened. Given my cautious driving habits, the likelihood of  a serious accident on any given day are very low.  But the consequences of going through the windshield are grave, in two senses of that term.

De-Dox Your Glove Box!

And what might I mean by that?

I mean remove documents from your glove compartment or other easily accessible areas in your vehicle wherein it would be unwise to carry them given the spike in crime of all sorts caused by such Democrat policies as defunding the police and eliminating cash bail. I count four levels of foolishness in decreasing levels of inadvisability:

1) Carrying your driver's license in the glove box.

2) Carrying the title to the vehicle in the glove box.

3) Carrying the vehicle registration in the glove box.

4) Carrying insurance cards in the glove box.

Since smash and grab is quick and easy and on the rise, the wise do not leave personal information easy of access in their vehicles. (You might want to look into installing a serious console or under-seat lock box.) One scenario goes like this: the thug learns your address and swipes your garage door opener. Now they have easy access to your garage and its contents,  and if you are foolish enough to leave the door to your domicile unlocked, access to your house and its contents including wife and children.

Go Gray!

The car of a neighbor sports a bumper sticker: "I vote pro-gun!"

I say go gray.  Never advertise your political views when you are out and about in public.  These are dangerous times as polarization peaks and comity collapses. You must of course speak out, stand up, and prepare.  I am not advocating timid withdrawal from the fray. But there are more and less prudent ways to proceed. Prudence, you will recall, is one of the cardinal virtues.

I have more to say on this topic at Substack in Are You a Gray Man?

Philosophers as Bad Drivers?

Reader Riccardo writes, 

I remember reading on your blog some time ago an hilarious post with an anecdote on Richard Swinburne. It was about the importance for philosophers of developing practical skills in addition to intellectual ones. In the same post you recounted how you and Swinburne were driving together to a conference and he was driving really really slow.
 
I tried many times and in many ways, but i can't find that post anymore. Have you deleted it? If you haven't, could you help me find it?

That entry, filed under Automotive, was published on 19 November 2016. Here it is again in a larger font, with Comments enabled. But it wasn't me and Swinburne who were driving together; had we been travelling together I would have insisted on driving.  I would have listened to him discourse on the body and the immortal soul while I did my damndest to keep them connected.

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Just over the transom:

C.J. F. Williams told me a [Richard] Swinburne story. Swinburne offered to give him a lift to some philosophy conference, but warned him ‘I only drive at 30 miles an hour’. Christopher thought he meant that he strictly abided by the urban 30 mph speed limit, and accepted the lift.

It turned out that Swinburne never ever drove more than 30 mph, even on the freeway, where in the UK the limit is 70 mph. It took a while to get to there.

Slow is not safe on freeways.  Swinburne is lucky to have lived long enough to be insulted by the Society of Christian Philosophers.

I have heard rumors to the effect that David Lewis was 'automotively challenged.'

My old friend Quentin Smith didn't drive at all.  

One of the reasons that philosophers from Thales on have been the laughingstock of Thracian maids and other members of hoi polloi is that many of them are incompetent in practical matters.  

Quentin was just hopeless in mundane matters. The tales I could tell, the telling of which loyalty forbids. 

Me?  I'm an excellent driver, a good cook, a pretty good shot, competent in elementary plumbing, electrical, and automotive change-outs and repairs, and well-versed in personal finance.  

A life well-lived is a balanced life.  You should strive to develop all sides of your personality: intellectual, spiritual, artistic, emotional, and physical. 

Addenda

Here is an obituary of C. J. F. Williams by Richard Swinburne.

It came as news to me that Williams spent most of his life in a wheelchair.  It testifies to the possibilities of the human spirit that great adversity for some is no impediment to achievement.  I think also of Stephen Hawking, Charles Krauthammer, and FDR.

So stop whining and be grateful for what you have. You could be in a bloody wheelchair!

Related: C. J. F. Williams' Analysis of 'I Might Not Have Existed'

UPDATE (11/21/2016).

J. H. writes,

Your blog post "Philosophers as Bad Drivers?" brought back to memory a philosophy professor that I had as an undergrad and a story he told us about himself.

Dr. Ken Ferguson told us a story one day about his time in one of the branches of the military.  While serving, an officer instructed him to move a jeep.  Ferguson says he objected and explained to the officer that he simply could not drive.  The officer wasn't sympathetic to his excuse and doubled down on his request.  Ferguson said that he attempted to follow the orders and ended up wrecking the jeep and some other equipment.  He was not asked to drive again.

Ferguson said that he simply does not drive.  Multiple times I remember seeing him walking down one of the main streets leading to campus in what I suspect was a distance of at least over two miles in the morning, and while always wearing a full suit at that!

Thanks for the story!  Ferguson is a counterexample to the famous Stirling Moss quotation:  “There are two things no man will admit he cannot do well: drive and make love.”

One of the reasons philosophy and philosophers get such bad press among the general public  is because of the high number of oddballs and incompetents in philosophy. Your former professor might have had a number of good reasons for never learning how to drive.  But I would argue that there are certain things every man ought to know how to do and they include knowing how to drive cars and trucks of various sizes and operate a stick shift. Like it or not, we are material beings in a material world and knowing how to negotiate this world  is important for us and those with whom we come into contact.

We should develop ourselves as fully and many-sidedly as possible so as to be worthy acolytes of our noble mistress, fair Philosophia. We represent her to the public.

Of Gasoline, Oil, and Masks

I gassed up the Jeep Wrangler at Costco, Mesa yesterday to the tune of $2.899 per gallon for regular. Shell and other distributors were charging $3.18. Those of you who live under Californication are paying a lot more. Please take no offense, but you should really consider your complicity in allowing leftist termites to undermine a great state, once golden, now brown as you-know-what.
 
And then I entered the vast warehouse to buy six quarts of Mobil 1 Advanced Synthetic for my annual oil change. I've been doing it myself for a number of years, having been ripped off by some local grease monkeys. I do the job and I do it right and by the book. Do you think the low-paid mechanic will replace the O-ring on the filter housing and lubricate it properly or at all? The grease monkey reasons, "This rube is not going to check, and even if he did he would not know whether I had replaced the O-ring, and if I had replaced it, whether I used dirty or clean oil to lube it."
 
To my delight Costco has relaxed its draconian mask rule. Half of the shoppers were walking around with no masks. Last time I was there, I was reminded (in a friendly way) that my bandanna had slipped or been pulled down. A man has to breathe. (Which puts me in mind of George Floyd who drew his last breath on this date one year ago.) Damned near every time the bandanna came down, the enforcers of 'woke' conformity were on my case.  And then a week or two later I received a polite letter telling me if I didn't comply I would be banned from Costco. I was on camera the whole time and it was no big deal to identify me. Welcome to Sino-style surveillance!
 
How many years until we are a full-on police state? Perhaps you have noticed that 'woke' capital is in cahoots with Big Government. Bill Clinton's "The era of big government is over" was of course bullshit in Professor Frankfurt's sense, as one would expect from a Clinton.

What to Do if a Cop Stops You

The following advice can save your life, especially if you are an impulsive black not brought up to respect legitimate authority. And yes, the authority of the police is legitimate even if the particular cop you encounter is an arrogant asshole as some of them are.

Pull over when it is safe to do so. Roll down the driver's side window. Do not exit the vehicle! (That's cop talk for 'don't get out of the car.') Put both hands on the top of the steering wheel. This shows the cop that you do not have a weapon, at least not in your hands, and it demonstrates submission to his authority. Have the scruffy guy riding shotgun put his hands on the dashboard. When the cop arrives at the window, greet him, "Good morning, officer!" Be aware that cops deal with the scum of the earth on a daily basis and they are nervous. They just want to get home to their families alive at the end of the shift. Put him at ease.

"May I see your driver's license?" "Certainly, it is in my cargo pants pocket." Point to the pocket. Then SLOWLY pull out your wallet and hand him the license.

"May I see your registration and insurance papers?" "Absolutely, they are in the glove box." Now open the glove box and pause for a second or two to allow the cop a look into it. Then SLOWLY take out your papers and hand them to the officer.

If you follow these steps, then, instead of getting roughed up or shot, the cop may likely say, "You were doing 70 in a 55 zone, but I'll let you off with a warning." Or maybe he writes you up. If the latter, then you accept the citation and you pay it. The law is reasonable; you violated it; you accept the penalty. Don't try to bribe the cop or tell a story about whatever. Be a man or a woman, not a scofflaw leftist punk. Take responsibility for your actions.

Gasoline

I paid $2.99/gal for unleaded regular on 9/30 at a local Shell station.  I usually gas up at Costco where I could have saved around 20 cents per gallon.  I wonder what the poor schmucks in the People's Sanctuary of Californication pay.

To Hell With the Driverless Car

Here:

These days, Real Americans don’t much go to sea to relieve the damp, drizzly Novembers in our souls, but we do like to fire up the muscle Mustang or the F-150 truck with the gun rack and head out on the open road, following our noses and letting the trade winds blow us where they may.

Or at least we used to like it. But with the advent of the abomination known as the “self-driving car,” one of our most precious freedoms is now in jeopardy.

I mean, who asked for this? Communists? Women? (I know, same thing, voting-wise.) Sob sisters, pantywaists, geeks, pencil necks, and nancy boys? I suspect them all. It’s bad enough to climb into the cockpit of a new car these days and be confronted with a home entertainment center on wheels, complete with giant video screens that don’t do a damn thing electronically a 1934 Packard couldn’t do manually back in the day when men were men, women loved them for it, and we had the culture to prove it.

My sentiments exactly. Hat tip: Ingvarius Maximus of LaLaLand who adds "I would go for a 'crawl control' for use in stop-and-go traffic."  Right. L. A. freeways don't count as open road.  There is still plenty of it here in the real West, as opposed to the pussy-wussy Left Coast, not that any of you should migrate to these parts. Stay on the Left Coast and enjoy your freeways.

If you don't thrill to the romance of the Open Road, you are no true American like Neal Cassady here pictured at the helm of a serious hunk of  Detroit iron with one in the hand, four on the road, and a pretty girl by his side:

Neal at the Wheel

Filed under: Automotive

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Automotive Profiling

'Profiling' drives liberals crazy, which is a good reason to do more of it.  No day without political incorrectness.  Here is a form of profiling I engage in, and you should too.

You are on the freeway exercising due diligence.  You are not drunk or stoned or yapping on a cell phone.  You espy an automotively dubious vehicle up ahead, muddied, dented, with muffler about to fall off, and a mattress 'secured' to the roof. The vehicle is within its lane, but weaving.

Do you keep your distance?  If you are smart, you do.  But then you a profiling.  You are making a judgment as to the relative likelihood of that vehicle's being the cause of an accident.  You are inferring something about the sort of person that would be on the road in such a piece of junk.  Tail light out?  Then maybe brakes bad. Weaving? Then maybe texting or sexting.

I don't need to tell you motorcyclists how important automotive profiling is.

You are doing right.  You are engaging in automotive profiling.  You are pissing off liberals.  They will call you a racist, but keep it up and stay alive.  We need more of your kind.