Don’t know if this is good stuff or stupid stuff. But the new Dodge electric Challenger will have added sound and simulated gear shifts so one can have the sounds and feel of a 60’s 426 Hemi. The sound isn’t just a speaker add on. It’s similar to an organ pipe. I’m sure those who can appreciate the difference between a pipe organ and electric organ will know.
The most noise wins.
The most noise wins.
I'm pretty sure it's good stuff. Besides the fact that noisy cars like this will market better, isn't the noise kind of a safety feature, as well?
The revving stuff is silly. But yes, I'm pretty sure that most EV builders are looking at noise making features as a safety concern. Pedestrians don't hear them coming. I had a Leaf come up behind me in a parking lot once and damn near turned around and walked right into it.
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The Ice Bucket Challenge wasn't just for social media. It helped fund a new ALS drug
In 2014, it was hard to miss the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge that set out to raise money to fund research for the disease. And it paid off. A new treatment was funded by $2.2 million of the funds raised.
www.npr.org
An update on the boy - he is thriving.
Dream come true: Oscar will get dream holiday thanks to Worcester firm
An eight-year-old Worcester boy who beat cancer will be going on a dream holiday thanks to the help of a city firm.
Mic drop #2 (an oldie but greatie - this video gives me goosebumps every time I watch it)
And here's the 2020/21 Paralympics spot. Absolutely love the tagline:
To be a Paralympian
There's got to be something wrong with you.
For OS (I know, he really doesn't like Brady)...
LOL Looks like a Chewy box, which means it's full of dog food.
I cannot believe how much I love thisFor OS (I know, he really doesn't like Brady)...
Her Twin Was On The Brink Of Death. But When Doctors Notice Their Arms? A Miracle...
In the fall of 1995, two twin girls were prematurely born, weighing in at just two pounds. Brielle and Kyrie Jackson of Westminster, MA, spent their first few weeks fighting for their lives in separate incubators. Kyrie was the stronger one of the twins. At three ounces heavier, she seemed to be...
littlethings.com
In 1995, Brielle and Kyrie Jackson spent their first few weeks in separate incubators fighting for their lives. Brielle's breathing became shallow and her heart rate dropped drastically. Miraculously, a quick-thinking nurse decided to put the two in the same incubator. Kyrie immediately reached over and put her arm around her. Brielle's heart stabilized and her temperature returned to normal.
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I don't know where else to put this so I'll put it here.
My son, who I have written about before, is not a very good athlete. He's slow, bad eyesight, average coordination, now small for his age. He's struggled to find a sport he can be good at--and I realized when he was about 8, while coaching him in baseball, he would never be great at any athletic endeavor.
I'm OK with that. Sports was a part of my youth (although I was never as good as I thought I was) but it doesn't need to be a part of his, except that his peer group really is into sports like mine was, so he feels left out. He's had some rough times with this in the past.
Well, about 1.5 years ago, he says he wants to play hockey. He was 10 at the time (12 now) and didn't know how to skate. Here in Chicago, you learn to skate before you can walk if you want to play hockey. But he really wanted it. So we got him into skating/hockey lessons where he was the oldest in the class by about 4 or 5 years. He graduated each class, bumped up in level, and eventually, last spring, he played on a hockey team. He was by far the worst player, but his coach got him a lot of playing time, and he improved.
Yesterday, was the first game of the fall/winter season. He's still one of the worst skaters on the team, but damn does he try hard. He really goes at it while on the ice. And to my great surprise, he got his first goal of his life yesterday in Hammond, Indiana. It was a one-timer, and tied up the game with a minute left in the 3rd. His teammates mobbed him afterwards. My dad was there to see it and we cheered and high-fived, and I openly wept with joy. Afterwards, my son said it was one of the happiest moments of his life. Yes, I know, this is a game with 12-year-olds--it is ridiculous.
He may never score another goal. He might never make a team other than these house-league teams I'm paying for. But I will never forget that moment or that goal. I know many dads don't get that moment, or some are wrapped up worrying about so much else with their kids, they might fail to appreciate those special, little moments (I'm guilty of this far too often). But right now, I'm just so happy for my son that he feels as if he's accomplished something, and I think that's good stuff.
My son, who I have written about before, is not a very good athlete. He's slow, bad eyesight, average coordination, now small for his age. He's struggled to find a sport he can be good at--and I realized when he was about 8, while coaching him in baseball, he would never be great at any athletic endeavor.
I'm OK with that. Sports was a part of my youth (although I was never as good as I thought I was) but it doesn't need to be a part of his, except that his peer group really is into sports like mine was, so he feels left out. He's had some rough times with this in the past.
Well, about 1.5 years ago, he says he wants to play hockey. He was 10 at the time (12 now) and didn't know how to skate. Here in Chicago, you learn to skate before you can walk if you want to play hockey. But he really wanted it. So we got him into skating/hockey lessons where he was the oldest in the class by about 4 or 5 years. He graduated each class, bumped up in level, and eventually, last spring, he played on a hockey team. He was by far the worst player, but his coach got him a lot of playing time, and he improved.
Yesterday, was the first game of the fall/winter season. He's still one of the worst skaters on the team, but damn does he try hard. He really goes at it while on the ice. And to my great surprise, he got his first goal of his life yesterday in Hammond, Indiana. It was a one-timer, and tied up the game with a minute left in the 3rd. His teammates mobbed him afterwards. My dad was there to see it and we cheered and high-fived, and I openly wept with joy. Afterwards, my son said it was one of the happiest moments of his life. Yes, I know, this is a game with 12-year-olds--it is ridiculous.
He may never score another goal. He might never make a team other than these house-league teams I'm paying for. But I will never forget that moment or that goal. I know many dads don't get that moment, or some are wrapped up worrying about so much else with their kids, they might fail to appreciate those special, little moments (I'm guilty of this far too often). But right now, I'm just so happy for my son that he feels as if he's accomplished something, and I think that's good stuff.
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