Top 10 Fascinating Firsts in Motoring
Published on July 12, 2008 - 116 Comments
Cars have become an essential object for most people these days - and there are probably few (if any) people still alive who remember the days before automobiles were on the roads. This list takes a look at some of the interesting “firsts” in motoring.
In 1883, 27 year old Edouard Delamare-Deboutteville built the very first petrol driven automobile. The motivation for doing so was to find a good alternative to horse transport for his father’s cotton mill. He was helped by his father’s mechanic, Charles Malandin. They modified an 8HP stationary gas engine for use with petrol as a fuel and fitted it to a four wheeled hunting-brake. [Image: a small scale model of the car built by Delamare-Deboutteville and Malandin]
The first instance of mass-produced petrol driven motorcars occurred in the USA. The car in question was the curved-dash Olds. It was the first car to be produced in quantities greater than 10 per week, making its appearance in public in April 1901. By the end of the year the total number of cars made was 433, and this number rose to 5,508 per year in just three years. The car retailed at $650 - significantly less than other cars at the time. [Image: 1901 curved-dash Olds]
The first car radio was fitted to the passenger door of a Ford Model-T by 18 year old George Frost, president of the Lane High School Radio Club in Chicago in May 1922. In November that year, the first radio was installed in a Daimler limousine by the Marconi-phone company and displayed at the Olympia Motor Show in London, England. [Image: 1922 Ford Model-T]
The first car theft in history occurred in Paris, France, in June 1896, when Baron de Zuylen’s Peugeot was stolen by his Mechanic from the manufacturers where it was undergoing repairs. Fortunately for Baron de Zuylen, both the thief and the car were found later at the nearby town of Asnieres. [Image: 1896 Peugeot]
The first vehicle registration plates were introduced in France by the Department of the Seine under the Paris Police Ordinance of 14 August 1893, which stated: “Each motor vehicle shall bear on a metal plate and in legible writing the name and address of its owner, also the distinctive number used in the application for authorization. This plate shall be placed at the left-hand side of the vehicle - it shall never be hidden.” In a general decree of 30 September, 1901, this rule was extended to include the rest of France. [Image: Camille Pissarro’s The Place du Havre, Paris, 1893]
The first death by motoring happened on August 17, 1896, at the Crystal Palace, London, when Bridget Driscoll of Croydon was run over and her skull fractured by the wheel of the offending car. The driver (Arthur Edsell) was employed to give joy rides in a Rogers-Benz on the terrace of the Crystal Palace. Driscoll was crossing the road when she saw the automobile hurtling toward her at the speed of 4 mph. She took fright and stood still in the path of the oncoming car. The death was ruled accidental. [Image: 1896 Benz]
The first traffic lights were installed on a 22ft cast iron pillar at the corner of Bridge Street and New Palace Yard off Parliament Square in London and began operating on 10 December 1868. The installation was made at the direction of the Metropolitan Police in order to make it easier for politicians to enter the Houses of Parliament. The lights consisted of a revolving lantern and a red and green signal. The lantern was turned by hand. The sign was (not surprisingly) not popular with the general public, and one man is quoted as complaining that it was “another of them fakements to wex poor cabbies”. It remained the only traffic light in London until its removal in 1872. Traffic lights were not re-introduced to London for another 50 years. [Image: site of the world’s first traffic light]
The first traffic signs were erected in Britain in December 1879. They were installed by the Bicycle Union and consisted of a wooden post with an enameled iron plate bearing the warning: “To cyclists - this hill is dangerous”. In 1901 the first signs directed specifically at motorcar drivers were introduced in Gloucester. The first internationally standardized signs (a red triangle surrounding a plate with an agreed symbol) were agreed upon in 1909 in France. [Image: first motoring traffic sign design, still in use today]
The first parking meter was devised by Carlton Magee, the editor of a leading Oklahoma City Newspaper. Magee was the chairman of a committee set up in 1933 to inquire into methods of imposing stricter parking controls in town. Magee created the Dual Parking Meter Company (so called because of the fact that the meters served two purposes: parking control and revenue generation). The first meters came in to service on July 16, 1935. [Image: Magee’s parking meter - the first in the world]

The first bulk-storage petrol filling station was operated by the Automobile Gasoline Co., founded by Harry Grenner and Clem Lessing at St Louis, Mo. in 1905. The petrol was dispensed through a garden hose connected to a gravity-feed tank. The first station with a forecourt and projecting canopy (the form mostly in use today) was opened by Standard Oil of California in Seattle, Washington, in 1907. [Image: the first gas station - best quality copy available on the internet]
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1. Cyn - July 12th, 2008 at 3:33 am
fascinating list! that first death was so sad.
2. Louis - July 12th, 2008 at 3:42 am
Lol..she got scared of a vehicle coming at her a 4 mph….omg how times have changed….ill step into traffic while cars are comin at me at 60 mph…hahahaha
3. dangorironhide - July 12th, 2008 at 4:00 am
Great list, these are really interesting.
Louis: You’ve got to remember that back in those days cars were not common at all, and seeing one for the first time, especially coming straight towards you, would have been terrifying for some people.
4. Louis - July 12th, 2008 at 4:07 am
Hahaha 4 mph!!!! I seriously doubt that’s possible….being crushed at 4 mph…
5. astraya - July 12th, 2008 at 4:45 am
4 mph isn’t that much faster than walking pace. You can be crushed at any speed if the other thing is bigger and more solid than you.
The inquest coroner said he hoped that “such a thing would never happen again”. Fat chance.
6. Phender_Bender - July 12th, 2008 at 5:03 am
HAHAHA… great list. Very original idea, this site gets better and better every day!
BTW, I woke up at 6 am to try and be first… what a waste of a Saturday morning
7. astraya - July 12th, 2008 at 5:07 am
Phender_Bender: What an appropriate name you have for this list!
8. uvberot - July 12th, 2008 at 5:10 am
nice list..funny how many of these things are taken for granted these days..
9. LemonKiwi - July 12th, 2008 at 5:11 am
Great list. I learned that a lot of the firsts occured in places other than the U.S.
10. LemonKiwi - July 12th, 2008 at 5:13 am
*occurred*
11. warningdontreadthis - July 12th, 2008 at 6:18 am
Not my kind of list. But I still liked to learn about the first car theft.
12. deepthinker - July 12th, 2008 at 6:38 am
This is an interesting and unique list! It makes me want to visit museums today. I am always fascinated with
13. deepthinker - July 12th, 2008 at 6:38 am
This is an interesting and unique list! It makes me want to visit museums today.
14. deepthinker - July 12th, 2008 at 6:39 am
oops… my dog jumped on my laptop…
15. Logar - July 12th, 2008 at 6:56 am
That first fatality- just like that scene in Austin Powers with the steam roller. Pure comedy. It’s ok to laugh at it if it’s been 112 years, right?
16. jfrater - July 12th, 2008 at 8:12 am
Louis: I guess it doesn’t matter how fast - if you are in the way of a moving object you can die - as this lady did!
17. JOE BLACKK - July 12th, 2008 at 8:17 am
Logar: that was the exact same thing I pictured in my head when I read that!!!! That’s halarious!! I guess reflexes have evolved along with cars, I’ve personally can say I have avoided cars coming at me wayyyyy faster than that in my lifetime. Awesome list….I like to see more of these kinda of lists.
18. jfrater - July 12th, 2008 at 8:19 am
JOE BLACKK: there will be many more of this kind I am sure
19. ct305 - July 12th, 2008 at 8:25 am
I am glad to see an automotive list that doesn’t include many of the big companies and shows how it wasn’t all about American innovation of automobiles like many history books slant towards.
20. ct305 - July 12th, 2008 at 8:28 am
Also the images come up at random and I have yet to see all ten on this list or the last list at the same time. I keep refreshing the page but to no avail.
21. rushfan - July 12th, 2008 at 8:30 am
Great list. I didn’t think an automotive list would be interesting to me at all, but this one was was very cool.
22. Cubone - July 12th, 2008 at 8:31 am
This is a great list! It’s cool to see how things develop and change.
23. Spanner in the worksj - July 12th, 2008 at 8:50 am
jfrater,
I’ve not looked at this list yet, but saw you in the recent comments. I’m blocked out of a list, or cannot get into it. It came and went for a bit and is now completely out. I tried to contact you without success on your given e-mail. If you read this and can be bothered, you know mine.
O.K. Line clear for Maman’s topic again now.
24. Vera Lynn - July 12th, 2008 at 9:00 am
#8 I believe it is Lane Tech High School. Lots of my students go there. Tech (Technical)
25. segue - July 12th, 2008 at 9:09 am
Gas prices, a topic of discussion on everyones mind of late, comes with this.
I took a photo while in a Uni class, of an old filling station (still in business at the time), with a sign advertising Ethyl at 35 cents!
Wonderful list, Maman. You managed to find information from diverse countries, and on topics one might not ordinarily think of.
Thumbs up!
26. mike - July 12th, 2008 at 9:26 am
Damn, pretty interesting list. But seriously how do you get run down by a 4 mph car?
27. Vera Lynn - July 12th, 2008 at 9:30 am
#5 Wasn’t the Edsel the huge Ford failure. Too funny.
28. Vera Lynn - July 12th, 2008 at 9:32 am
Oh, I forgot. Weren’t there elecric cars before gas?
I’m pretty sure the Egyptians had some type of traffis signs or signals. Way before the western world.
29. Vera Lynn - July 12th, 2008 at 9:33 am
“traffic”
30. Spanner in the worksj - July 12th, 2008 at 9:43 am
There is an interesting variation on place indication signs during a period when they existed virtually exclusively for motorists. (Obviously they were around long, long before the advent of the internal combustion engine.) I can only speak for Britain, but during the Second World War, a lot of the major, important ones were removed. This was so that they could not be used as a guide if the Germans invaded. It is also said, I don’t know whether with any truth, that when the danger of Operation Sealion was imminent, some were deliberately left, but pointed in wrong directions to add confusion to enemy transpor officers working from their Baedeker guides.
Apropos. There was a strong rumour going around that groups of German paratroopers disguised as nuns were the vanguard. They were said to be identifiable by their jackboots! We Brits may have interned luckless German-Jewish refugees, but at least we didn’t round up the good ladies of the Roman Catholic church on that score.
31. Spanner in the worksj - July 12th, 2008 at 9:51 am
mike,
Unlikely, but I believe there is quite a list of fatalities due to being run over by bicycles, including a well-known French composer. I suppose in this case an unlucky fracture on hitting the ground after being knocked off balance. That can happen by a simple fall anywhere, any time.
32. Kreachure - July 12th, 2008 at 9:51 am
Vera Lynn: Do you mean that the Egyptians invented traffic signs BEFORE there was traffic?
Wow, they were incredible visionaries!
33. Spanner in the worksj - July 12th, 2008 at 10:07 am
May I add another incredibly important one?
I’d been told the story before on several occasions, but needed to repair to Wiki to brush up on the facts, names. and figures.
In 1933 Percy Shaw of Halifax, Yorkshire, England, invented the cat’s eye reflector system. The apocryphal story has it that he was driving home after a party and saw the eyes of a cat shining at him from the side of the road, which inspired him. Wikipedia gives a more prosaic origin. It says he used shining tram-lines (trolley-lines: USA)in the street at night as a guide. When these were removed the idea of the reflective cat’s eye occurred to him. I understand the road cat’s eye can be made up of a translucent matrix filled with innumerable tiny reflective glass balls, or is simply one large reflective sphere.
Shaw is said to be one of those rare inventors who actually significantly benefitted from the profitability of his patent. I sincerely hope so.
34. Mom424 - July 12th, 2008 at 10:21 am
Segue; Thank you so much for making me feel my age. When I was a little kid (my father was driving a 57 Chev Bel Air at the time) my daddy would always make us do math problems in our heads. If we are traveling 100 miles and gas is 34 cents a gallon, how much money will it cost to go to the lake? I distinctly remember gas at less than the cost you cited in the “old” picture. As we got older the math problems increased in difficulty and complexity. We all dreaded the long drive to the cottage, and privately cursed our father for it; but to this day we are all quite capable at math, with or without paper and pencil.
35. Cedestra - July 12th, 2008 at 10:39 am
Great list, Jamie’s mom! (I’m surprised noone’s mentioned that yet.) I got a chuckle out of the 4 m.p.h. death because sometimes I can have a morbid sense of humor. It reminds me of, among other things, a scene from Invader Zim when Zim was crushing the Earth with Mars. It very slowly approached Earth and there was one guy screaming and yelling, but it was travelling so slowly that it was funny that it just ran on and on. Okay, maybe that was one of those “you had to see it” funny things, but I liked it.
36. fire99fire - July 12th, 2008 at 12:01 pm
Great List, but for some reason on this list and the list before it, not all of the pictures are showing up. On this list only one picture showed up, I refreshed and a couple more showed up, but not all of them.
37. goof_ball - July 12th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
interesting. or should i say fascinating
38. kiwiboi - July 12th, 2008 at 12:46 pm
Maman - a very interesting (and unexpected) list!! Re #4..I’ve driven through there many, many times and didn’t have a clue about its history
39. Nelia - July 12th, 2008 at 12:50 pm
Love the list, but I can’t see most of the pictures? This was so interesting! I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who thought of Austin Powers while reading about the first fatality. Poor thing…
One first I didn’t see was the first speed limit. Anyone know when that came around? That would be fun to know.
40. miralea - July 12th, 2008 at 12:59 pm
Nice to know it was someone from my home state who created parking meters…that’ll be an interesting bit of trivia when I am at work.
The first automobile theft amuses me.
41. Crimanon - July 12th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Not quite what I had expected by good none the less.
42. Cyn - July 12th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
image problems should be fixed now.

43. segue - July 12th, 2008 at 1:34 pm
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34. Mom424
Segue; Thank you so much for making me feel my age. When I was a little kid (my father was driving a 57 Chev Bel Air at the time) my daddy would always make us do math problems in our heads. If we are traveling 100 miles and gas
is 34 cents a gallon, how much money will it cost to go to the lake?
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Always happy to lend a hand where needed, Mom424
When my son was in Math competitions, I was usually one of the parent supervisors; this pretty much meant I drove a group of kids to and fro, and,at the competition site, keeping them in eye-sight at all times. While on the drive to the competition site, I’d have them do math problems in their heads using the last three numbers of the license plate ahead of us, using any form of math, to finally equal the single digit which came first. For example, a CA plate might read 4ABC736.
One of the kids would sit out each problem, to check the veracity of the answer based on the math involved.
It was always pretty funny.
I would have failed your father’s yearly trip-test, as I have said before, my math skills are very selective. They’re astounding for what they are, but useless elsewhere.
44. Island_Boggs - July 12th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
What? no nuclear powered car?!
45. Spanner in the worksj - July 12th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Nelia (39),
I don’t have the data, but in the early days of motoring in Britain there was a period when you were obliged by law to have a person with a red flag WALK in front of your car to warn the public. That was not enacted in time to save poor Bridget Driscoll, it would seem. Or was she the reason for it? I presume it came after her accident.
46. DiscHuker - July 12th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
wow, that poor lady killed at 4mph. but pretty funny though.
i guess that if i saw someone flying around on their dinner table at 100ft high, even if it was only at 4mph, i would probably stop and stare and might even be frightened (they are obviously into the “dark arts”)
47. segue - July 12th, 2008 at 4:43 pm
One of the things this list did was get me to thinking about another loss my illness has handed me.
I no longer drive.
This is my own decision. I have a perfectly valid drivers license, but the last time I drove I totaled two cars…the one I was driving, which belonged to a friend, and the one I ploughed into.
When the Highway Patrol arrived, he asked a few questions. I was absolutely frank about being at fault. I was driving a car unfamiliar to me, and I had looked down to find the air-conditioning switch. In the split-second that took, the traffic ahead of me came to a dead stop, and my dulled reactions just didn’t respond. (Although “dulled reactions” didn’t make it into the statement).
He asked me if I had been drinking.
“No”
He asked if I had taken any drugs.
“Just my prescription Oxycondon”
He looked as if he’d just come across the kingpin in a drug cartel, and this was his chance at a promotion. He slapped cuffs on me, threw me into his car, and drove me off the freeway. Down on the sidewalk, he administered a DUI test, all of which I passed except the heel-to-toe walk which, as I explained to him, I couldn’t do in my neurologist’s office, either.
Back went the cuffs (behind my back, of course, which made the pain so much worse I eventually was crying), and to the station. I was held for 6 hours, retested every 30 minutes with identical results. At some point he took me to a nearby hospital to have blood drawn, which resulted in a bruise half-way up and down my arm.
When it became clear, even to him, that I had been honest from the get-go, he released me, even taking me to where my daughter was picking up my dog.
I had been ticketed for the accident, but both my neurologist, and my friend’s daughter ( a lawyer ), told me to go to court, because it was unavoidable and the drug played no part.
I had to have a court appointed attorney, which raised grave doubts in my mind, but she was dynamite! Not only did she get the ticket dismissed, the entire event disappeared from my record as if it never happened.
Still. I know, in my heart and in my soul, that I am not fit to drive.
Another loss.
Maybe I should take the attitude, one less thing to worry about…but it’s the loss of freedom I mourn.
The loss of freedom.
48. Mark - July 12th, 2008 at 6:51 pm
I have a cousin who was a victim of an early auto-accident. She died a few months later.
49. logar - July 12th, 2008 at 7:06 pm
My question is this: what was Arthur Edsell doing that whole time? At that speed, he could have stepped out *while it was still rolling*, walked briskly to the lady, pushed her out of the way, had some fish & chips, then jump back in.
50. Ghidoran - July 12th, 2008 at 7:24 pm
^Exactly
51. Spanner in the worksj - July 12th, 2008 at 8:43 pm
Hot from Wiki, I can come up with a bit more context for the
Arthur Edsell case.
There was no mandatory driver’s licence in Europe until the start of the 20th century (USA, in 1910).
The only history obtainable on driving tests was for Great Britain, where it was introduced in 1934. My paternal grandfather first bought a licence for my dear old dad, I think in about 1926 when he was just 18 (no test needed then, of course). On the same day grandad bought a large Peugot saloon, which dad drove away from the showroom, never having been in a car before in his short life. The following day, with dad as sole driver, eight others of the family piled in and they drove from London to Cornwall. Then back the following day.
So obviously Edsell needed neither licence or test, just enough money to buy the vehicle and enough guts to drive it, even at that crawl. It may be that he too was driving it straight from the showroom and was not experienced enough to react, even at 4 mph. I still remember the feeling of confusion my first day behind the wheel, of being all legs, arms and knees, all fumbled and clumsy actions. Anyway, if he saw the lady looking straight at him and he was only creeping along, he probably quite reasonably supposed until too late that she would simply step out of the way. He didn’t have my instructor to bang on his windscreen (if there even was one) and make him stamp on the anchors in an emergency stop.
52. ben - July 12th, 2008 at 10:05 pm
Hey looks like at least one other person noticed the name Edsell and thought of the failed Ford project. Not a good name for automobile history
53. Tomo - July 12th, 2008 at 10:52 pm
Come on people, stop making fun of the poor lady who died, it’s really in very poor taste. So what if the car was travelling only 4mph.
Sure, we could step into traffic with cars doing 60mph today because of things like ABS brakes and vehicle stability control systems. I’m sure that cars back then had brakes like those found on bicycles, she may not have had a chance.
Shame on all of you who make fun of the dead!
54. Tomo - July 12th, 2008 at 10:53 pm
Oh, btw, a great list. Very interesting facts. I must go see the site of the world’s first traffic light the next time I’m in London.
55. Crimanon - July 12th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
Tomo: Don’t try and bluff your way through braking mechanics. You clearly haven’t done your research.
Keep in mind this wasn’t an episode of the Flintstones, brakes, even in the eighteen hundreds, were not that crude.
Loosen up a bit you may have more fun, I can’t think of a post where you didn’t complain.
She was an idiot, plain and simple. Don’t be a Driscoll, stay in school.
56. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 12:07 am
All you lot involved in the Bridget Driscoll/Arthur Edsell debate/spat, please go to Mary Ward (scientist) Wikipedia and Bridget Driscoll Wikipedia. Then come back and continue.
Mary Ward, an extremely interesting and well-known lady in her own right aside from the event of her death, is considered to be an alternative and probably more likely candidate for the first motoring fatality, although her death was not ‘in public’.
I also discovered there that The Red Flag Act came into being in 1865 in Britain, imposing a speed limit of 4 mph in the country and 2 mph in towns. In 1896 this was raised to 14 mph for lighter vehicles. 1896, of course, was the same year as Bridget’s accident. The question arises as to whether she was killed before or after, since there is dispute as to whether Edsell was in fact travelling at only 4 mph, as he claimed (don’t they all?). Some onlookers stated that he was ‘driving recklessly’. He was, by the way, giving joy rides, so was clearly an experienced motorist. Bridget was crossing with her young daughter, so we may reasonably speculate that concern for the girl may also have added or led to her heistant state of mind. Circumstantial evidence rather suggests the Red Flag Act may have been modified before the accident.
57. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 12:09 am
At all events I think we would need to know more about the situation before entering Bridget for the Darwin Awards as the first pedestrian dill in history to get herself run down by a motor (Mary fell out of hers on a bend).
Aa a consolation, at least that made her perpetually famous, even if she would have preferred to go on living as a nobody.
58. Crimanon - July 13th, 2008 at 12:28 am
Okay, I’ll give it to you. The guy wasn’t moving at a fast walk, He was running full speed. That doesn’t change the fact that she still didn’t move. Some guy comes tear assing around the corner at full speed I’ll move out of the way, Quickly even. I don’t feel the need to be run into, I have enough problems with personal space and aggressive behaviors. Unless someone yells “Trip that Fool!” I’m out of it.
It took me all of five minutes to find and read six articles, all saying the same thing.
Summation stands as: Idiot.
59. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 1:01 am
OK Crim, Living up to my name, here are a spanner or two.
How do you know she was standing stock still when hit?
Where did you read that? Wikipedia says “crossing the road”.
What makes you so sure she was actually looking towards the car or even saw it when it hit her?
Cars were pretty rare beasts at that time. Most pedestrians got killed by horses which you would know were coming from behind because they went clop, clop, clop; but even then only on a hard surface.
Up until that very year everyone knew that someone must walk 60 yards ahead of any self-propelled vehicle warning those in its path.
Give me proof she was standing stock still, looking straight at the car and that it wasn’t concealed in any way from her vision before it was too late and I’ll accept your summation.
Defence council for Bridget’s reputation rests.
60. Mikerodz - July 13th, 2008 at 2:09 am
#1 left me wondering, how much per gallon of petrol in 1905?
61. Crimanon - July 13th, 2008 at 8:21 am
I just need to give reasonable doubt… USA, USA!
“standing stock still when hit?”…. as archaic as the vehicles where, you would hear “Baring down on you At An Astonishing Four Miles Per hour” any eight hundred pound vehicle with crappy suspension and combustion engine.
Wouldn’t you turn to look just to make sure one of those “Death Carts” weren’t around.
As usual, an old man joke. I’ll eventually grow tired of this. Enjoy:
“Up until that very year everyone knew that someone must walk 60 yards ahead of any self-propelled vehicle warning those in its path.”, You’re older than you’re letting on.
62. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 8:49 am
Ah, well, Crim,
I make it a rule not to comment here on anything that is not within my personal experience. When I did military service, those who’d done plenty of time, had battered uniforms, and knew their way around the system used to say to sprogs in bullshitted new uniforms,
“Get some in, son!”
That’s a from-an-old man joke.
Another bit of context. The accident happened at the Crystal Palace where the car was giving joy rides. Now I just happen to have lived a good part of my life some 8 miles away from the C.P. I know it and its history pretty well. (I told you I only write from personal experience!). You probably don’t (no slight intended), so look up Crystal Palace Wikipedia. It was originaññy located in Hyde Park for the Great Exhibition of 1851. It was moved to South London where it became an extremely popular park, public fairground and concert centre until it spectacularly burnt down in 1936. Obviously it was in full swing when Bridget was killed.
Question. You’d hear an early motor engine coming on twisty park walkways in a noisy, crowded fairground full of screaming and shouting kids, people calling out, etc., etc.?
Dead sure, squire? Or just dead?
63. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 10:08 am
By the way, Crim,
Making old man jokes at me is a bit like making Jewish jokes at Jews. You’ll have a job to do it better than they do against themselves.
64. segue - July 13th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
OK, re: Bridget Driscoll/Arthur Edsell . I am going to put in my own 2 cents worth from personal experience…take into account that this was Los Angeles traffic, two people running a red left-turn light, and a pedestrian (me).
I was at a very busy intersection, one where both left and right turn traffic in all directions is controlled by lights, as are pedestrians.
All traffic had red lights, and I had a light to cross the street. As I got to the white line dividing the first lane from the second a car from the left turn lane was suddenly coming at me. I looked at the lady driving the car, and she seemed completely confused.
I tried to take a step back, but she swerved toward me. I took a step forward and again she swerved toward me.
My eye caught the car behind her moving rapidly forward, so I jumped backward! The car behind her hit her so hard the entire rear window exploded, and so close to me that the back bumper snagged my skirt. People pushed her car into a parking lot right next to us, where I walked on rubber legs.
The guy who hit her, and almost ran her into me (although she seemed to trying to do that herself)called for help.
But here’s the thing. While all was going on, I was half paralyzed with fear.
The cars, the noises, it was all so very frightening that I can understand Bridget Driscoll’s reaction. Cars were brand new to her. Of course she was paralyzed with fear!
btw, the confused woman who seemed intent on hitting me died in her car before help arrived.
65. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 2:56 pm
Hell’s Teeth, segue,
It seems we can tell stories and illustrate points from personal experience all night! You are living Bridget. Everyone else is playing Bridget. I have been in both situations. When you dodge to miss and the other person does the same so you both end up on a new collision course. Big joke when you are pedestrians. Not so when there are one or two vehicles involved.
I was piling on a turn of speed once slightly downhill on a lightweight bike (only ever aspired to be a kind of Lance Armstrong, never achieved it). I was about to pass cleanly between two women walking at the side of the road, one holding a little girl’s hand. They turned and saw me. The little girl’s hand was released and I saw her, in that appalling clear-vision, slow-motion you described elsewhere, segue, run across in front of me from one woman to other (presumably her mother). Brakes of course were no option whatever by then, but I had and still have excellent reflexes. I did a deflection estimate of where she would have got to by the time I was level and aimed to pass behind her. The first woman called her back. I hit her full-on, flat out and went straight over the top, executing a two-point landing on my chin and right thumb (it’s bent back to this day). No sound, no movement from the kid. Dead of course. Suddenly she just picked herself up as though nothing had happened and walked over to her mother. Not a mark, not a whimper. It was cold, and she’d been so well wrapped and muffled, her overclothes had completely absorbed the impact. All I needed was a new front wheel. We both got off remarkable lightly. I estimate my speed must have been all of 25 mph. Of course like most fast, two-wheeled vehicles, a racing bike is inherently unstable and it’s brakes are of limited use. Balance and good judgement are your usual saviours.
66. Spanner in the worksj - July 13th, 2008 at 7:15 pm
segue,
I’ve since had an afterthought on that horrendous accident you described above, again based on my own experience.
I’ve only ever had people shunt so softly into the back of my vehicle that is hasn’t even been marked. But twice I almost lost out.
I’m in the habit when alone, even when stationary, of tending to always keep a bit of an eye aware for movement in the mirror. On one occasion, when the only car waiting at a red traffic light, I caught sight of one coming at me and pretty close who had no chance of stopping before it hit me. I instantly unlocked the handbrake, slammed into gear and went forward as far as possible, at the same time hearing the protesting screech of brakes behind. My brakes were off to allow for the collision to be absorbed, but the other driver stopped just short … but significantly ahead of where I had been originally.
The second was similar, but at a warning light railway crossing. Again me the only one there, and even I had had a job picking it up for some reflection or low sunshine. Again I caught a glimpse, this time of something hurtling towards me. Again I slammed into gear and took off across the railway, closely followed by my pursuer, who by then had twigged the error and slowed down fairly rapidly. I think if I hadn’t seen it and moved, I might have ended up like your lady driver. Hapily the train didn’t arrive at the same moment!
Is it possible she might have seen the guy behind coming, and moved forward onto you in an effort to escape the inevitable?
67. John - July 13th, 2008 at 11:14 pm
There are some factual errors.
10) “In 1883, 27 year old Edouard Delamare-Deboutteville built the very first petrol driven automobile.”
This was not the first petrol driven automobile:
“About 1870, in Vienna, capital of Austria (then the Austro-Hungarian Empire), inventor Siegfried Marcus put a liquid-fuelled internal combustion engine on a simple handcart which made him the first man propelling a vehicle by means of gasoline. Today, this car is known as “The first Marcus Car”.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H.....eteran_Era
9) “The first instance of mass-produced petrol driven motorcars occurred in the USA. The car in question was the curved-dash Olds. It was the first car to be produced in quantities greater than 10 per week, making its appearance in public in April 1901.”
This was not the first case of mass produced petrol driven cars.
“The first production of automobiles was by Karl Benz in 1888 in Germany and under licence to Benz, in France by Emile Roger. ”
From wikipedia.
If we talk about stricly mass production, the first ones were Panhard & Levassor (1889) and Peugeot (1891).
“From 1919, after tehe (sic) war during which the firm took part actively into the effort required from modern industries, the firm located avenue d’Ivry preferred to maintain its traditions which up to that time had made it successful : a production of ten cars a day or so, vaveless engines and luxury and sports cars” often with customised coach-work. It also added the manufacturing of petrol, diesel or gas-producing lorries, rail-car or plane engines and a few lightly-armoured vehicles for the Army but keeping at the same time the manufacturing of tool machines for working wood. Doing so, it failed to operate the turning-point towards making more popular cars unlike its three rivals, Renault, Citroën and Peugeot, qhose (sic) mass production represented three quarters of the touring cars produced in France.”
http://doyennes.pl.free.fr/historique_pl_gb.html
68. Drogo - July 14th, 2008 at 4:00 am
I knew an older guy who said that before there was hydraulic brakes, cars and trucks were hard to stop. The reason early cars (with mechanical brakes) had a hand-brake as well as foot brakes was because sometimes you needed both to get the vehicle to stop, and you needed to use alot of force on them.
69. Toxic - July 14th, 2008 at 8:07 am
How about the car that nikola Tesla created that ran off of orgone energy, and never had to be recharged, basically running forever on free infinite clean energy.
Or the car that Stan Meyer created in 1998 that got a hundred miles to the gallon…. of WATER! Too bad he wouldnt sell it to Arab oil co. so they had him poisoned at a local eatery before the government confiscated all of his research and prototypes.
Or how about the electric car that was released and then recalled in California a few decades ago?
This list is indicative of how ignorant people are … not only of history… but of how bad we are all getting screwed over by multinational corporations.
Oh well, just go to Mcdonalds and forget I said anything.
70. Dow - July 14th, 2008 at 10:44 am
Tomo: shame on you for being you. Ha 4 m.p.h.! I heard her cousin drowned in a slow current of seeping molasses.
Spanner: no offense, but the little girl you hit, who was dressed like Ralphie’s little brother in ‘A Christmas Story?’ Basically, ’she saw you, ran in one direction towards her mom, got called back, ran back in that direction (in slow, little girl speed, mind you), at which point you then ramped off of her like a stunt van in the A-Team.’
So maybe your excellent reflexes are relative. Like, maybe an old donkey that has great reflexes, for say, an old donkey. Or a manatee that has great agility, for a manatee. Just a thought…
Love,
Dow
71. chunkylover77 - July 14th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
What about the first speeding ticket? In 1904, Dayton, Ohio, police ticketed Harry Myers for going 12 mph on West Third Street.
72. kiwiboi - July 14th, 2008 at 12:33 pm
This list is indicative of how ignorant people are not only of history but of how bad we are all getting screwed over by multinational corporations.
Toxic - I take it you are joking? Because, firstly, the Tesla car is a myth; and secondly, Stanley Meyer was a fraud.
Enjoy that Mcdonalds…
73. Crimanon - July 14th, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Kiwi; you beat me to it!
Toxic: As Kiwi said Teslas vehicle was only theoretical. Just like most of his later works.
And Meyers “Water” car uses nothing more than Browns Gas. Look it up. One of my quests is Free Energy.
74. logar - July 14th, 2008 at 3:38 pm
Spanner:
I don’t know about anyone else, but I was just going off of the list’s description of the Driscoll/Edsell affair. I submit that the only way that a person is going to be hit by an object moving at 4mph is if a) they are frozen in fear or b) they don’t see it coming at all. In that case, it’s on Edsell. Also, based on the looks of the vehicle in question, he very well could have reached out and pushed out of the way. I find him guilty.
Either way, Tomo, I still find it humorous in a morbid way. Call me insensitive, or whatever. My apologies to her great great great grandchildren.
75. segue - July 14th, 2008 at 7:03 pm
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66. Spanner in the worksj
I’ve since had an afterthought on that horrendous accident you described above, again based on my own experience…Is it possible she might have seen the guy behind coming, and moved forward onto you in an effort to escape the inevitable?
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I hadn’t considered that. If that was the case, then her confusion is more understandable than ever…her constant swerving, as if she were trying to aim for me, takes on a new slant, additional confusion.
I believe you’ve found the answer.
But I’ll never forget the feel of the wind from the cars as they passed inches from me, nor the tug on my skirt, nor finding bits of glass from the exploded rear window in my waist-length hair for hours.
It still haunts me.
btw, did you get the instructions jfrater sent me to solve your “j”?
76. ohrmets - July 14th, 2008 at 9:42 pm
Logar:
I also instantly thought of the Austin Powers steamroller scene! Too funny!
77. Spanner in the works - July 14th, 2008 at 11:59 pm
Dow,
Didn’t realise there was an eyewitness to my accident about 50 years ago. Why didn’t you come forward then?
In fact there seems no particular reason to justify myself to you. However since I did post the story here, even if was basically for segue’s eyes …
I hope to God I’m sufficiently sensitive that if there was the remotest physical possibility of not hitting that little girl (who might so easily have been killed) I would still be feeling guilt and remorse today. I don’t, because I know there was nothing I could do. I was not cycling recklessly under the conditions and the circumstances, and it was not my fault. Unless you are going to say that cycling at more than 4 mph without someone walking in front of you waving a red flag is culpable.
Oh yes, don’t little children move SOOOO slowly (I imagine she was probably 5-7 years old). Tell that to any luckless driver who has killed one darting out from onewhere.
Do you know what happens when someone on foot steps out in front of a fast-moving racing bike which is too near to swerve out of the way without simply losing it completely in a tangle of metal, legs and arms anyway? If not, take a look at visual recordings of some of the Tour de France accidents, squire.
Are you really sure you know what you’re posting about here?
78. Spanner in the works - July 15th, 2008 at 12:05 am
somewhere for onewhere. It’s bloody late.
79. Spanner in the works - July 15th, 2008 at 12:14 am
As a P.S., like everyone else (who is honest), of course I’ve done stupid things. But I’m well aware when they are stupid and wouldn’t be likely post them publicly unless there was an outstanding reason. O.K.?
80. segue - July 15th, 2008 at 7:42 am
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70. Dow …edited for additional imagined rubbish…(in slow, little girl speed, mind you), at which point you then ramped off of her like a stunt van in the A-Team.’
So maybe your excellent reflexes are relative. Like, maybe an old donkey that has great reflexes, for say, an old donkey. Or a manatee that has great agility, for a manatee. Just a thought…
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Dow, the man was on a *BICYCLE* for God’s sake! They have neither the braking power, nor the turning agility and quickness, on an incline, of a car!
Have you never made made a blunder? Ever? If not, I, and everyone else on this planet, ought to be praying to *YOU*, since you are obviously perfect.
Otherwise, read the posts carefully and don’t make stupid comments.
81. Dow - July 15th, 2008 at 9:48 am
Calling it like I see it segs: Fast bike, slow girl, big crash!
Love,
Dow
82. cocololo - July 15th, 2008 at 11:52 am
the lady who got hit by the car reminds my of the guy in the first “austin powers” who just screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” as they come at him with the motorized wheel o’ death from hundreds of feet away (no clue what its called).
guess there’s something in every era…
great list!
83. Crimanon - July 15th, 2008 at 1:20 pm
segue: Have to correct you here, “They have neither the braking power, nor the turning agility and quickness, on an incline, of a car!”
Bicycles are better at Turning, Stopping, they can achieve their maximum speed faster and on an incline, they do everything better than a car.
They can’t move as fast as a car, truck, or minivan. But they out perform them Every Time.
Did I mention I’m a bicycle mechanic.
Spanner: Bad memories! “If not, take a look at visual recordings of some of the Tour de France accidents.” I’d rather run into an almost stationary car instead of a previously stationary ped. The car I find can be much softer than the ground.
84. Spanner in the works - July 15th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
segue,
Don’t argue with the man. He may have got his tense wrong but he SAW, he was there. He knows. He knows the time of day; the light angles and strengths. He has a perfect picture of the layout of the accident. He will draw for you the inclination of the road; its straightness or curvature; its width; its surface composition and textures; my trajectory; the position and situation of the two women and the child. If you need an accident report to record which one was holding the little girl’s hand; whether one or both of the women turned around and saw me; whether either one, both or neither of them called out at any time; exactly at what point the child broke across; where she was, and I was when she turned back, just ask him. I couldn’t do more than roughly estimate my speed, but he will tell to three decimal points, and provide the answer in mph or kph, as you wish. He saw me wobble around like a pissed newt swimming in beer, sway clumsily towards her and smash straight into her when she was almost standing still with acres of room on either side, and it would have been far easier to miss her than hit a barn door from two yards. He knows whether there was traffic moving or parked on the road; whether there were other distractions. He can tell you what time of year it was, important, in case there were leaves on the trees to mask the view at any point. Indeed, you may be wondering whether there were any trees. Don’t worry, he won’t neglect that detail. He knows whether my tyres were pumped up correctly; whether my brakes were oiled and checked. He was even present at my most previous eye test (not a lot of people know that). He’s also spent his working lifetime so far studying and analysing road accidents, and specialises in those involving bicycles, whose dynamics and technology are an open book to him, as are human reflex actions, deflection judgement, childrens’ movements and conditioning, adults’ panic reactions to sudden danger. Why, you may not know it, but he’s even trained racing cyclists, and there’s a rumour he was quite a dab hand pumping the old chain around himself once upon a time. If you ask him where it took place he would of course tell you. I haven’t even covered the half of it here, but my word, he just knows everything. Why did I bother to write up the event myself? He could have done it so much better.
You already said it, segue, so we don’t need that other list to ask whether God exists. Here he is, and to prove it He’s here! And, by the way, if you ever find yourself short of a witness to provide an opinion in lieu of evidence to hang somebody, I think we might have just the very man. I’m sure he wouldn’t feel a twinge of conscience afterwards either, even were the executee innocent.
85. Spanner in the works - July 15th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Crim,
First I was going to reply seriously above, with segue in the frame there, then I decided the gnat-brained ignoramus (Dow, needless to say) deserved no more than that big shovelful of heavy, soggy sarcasm.
Now your more than welcome arrival and surprising career revelation may have set me off again. Oh, Gord. It feels like you’ve come sweeping up to the rescue on one of those superb lightweights we drool over in show windows, that retail for about $2000 U.S.+ around here. You, the only person in Listverse qualified to judge matters velocipedic.
We still both have our lightweights brought out from U.K. (my creaky knees respond a lot better to bending to the pedals than when my feet jog-hit tarmac. Trouble is, the mass of new-generation, yuppy kill-quick car drivers here in our South American homeland have driven Anita off the tarmac, and will do the same for me any time.
The unresolved problem from the postings above is that, without the slightest intention, segue’s wording could be taken by his or any other warped mind to support Dow’s assertion of me as a blundering, homicidal oaf. What I am about to outpour may seem like bullshit. Indeed it is bullshit. But at least it’s true bullshit that happened to me, whether or not you care to believe it, and is in support of a certain lifelong moderate competence on my part.
We had a five mile bike ride on fairish lightweights to school every day. The best (i.e. longest and most exciting) part was a quite savage, large double hill with a dip in the middle and a long, gentle downhill final run all the way in to school. In our first year the road was unpopulated, passing down through open pine heath. Then civil engineers and builders began a vast overspill housing estate for people bombed out of London during the war. For nearly three years that road was a manoevering ground for grot- laden dumper trucks. Mud, stones and bricks on the road, black ice or frost in winter, you name it. When it was finally finished, they then ran a bus service up and down it. You had three options. Negotiate the downhill at the crawl, with brakes full on all the time. Use some other form of transport (what?), or go flat out and rely on skill, judgement and balance to get to the bottom, which was in fact the only valid possibility. Of five of us, I was the only one who came out clean. I didn’t hit a brick, slide into the side of a dumper, lose it on the mud or ice, collide with one of the others, etc.. Some had three or four prangs. Lucky? Sure, but you can’t go through that much on sheer luck alone.
Careful? No. As much as possible, yes. But the buses had a nicely timed schedule that usually brought them both abreast somewhere below “the dip” more or less at the same time as we passed through. Thoughtful dumper and bus drivers knew it was our tricky school ramp and would stop or take other aware action when they saw us coming. One time we were sweeping down in a long-drawn threesome, me in the van, as usual. The downhill bus was ahead and slowing for a passenger, so we moved into overtaking mode. As we did, the uphill service pulled out suddenly and accelerated towards its downhill buddy. My tail-end charlie mate was far enough back to sweep up an oblique driveway and bruise the paint on someone’s garage doors. The farthest one back of us all had time to pump the anchors without losing balance and eventually mounted the kerb behind the downhill bus and stopped past and inside it without coming a cropper. I ought to have just aimed at and hit the kerb and used it as an emergency flying stop before reaching the buses. But I knew I could make the gap. I shot between the two as they were almost together. Even though I knew I could do it and did, it was sheer lunacy. If anything had make a hair’s breadth of difference, I would only have been fit for filling a MacDonald’s bun. And I reckon their depot must have had to go in with nose plugs and hose out those poor sodding bus driver’s seats afterwards!
In fact such rushes of blood were not my usual style, and most nasties happened beyond my control through other’s actions. A car driver opened his door straight into me on a fast downhill. A doddery old fool (like I am now), out for a little spin with his missus in an old jaloppy, cut me so far into the kerb on a sweeping outside bend that eventually there was nothing left but to hit it and go over the top. I might have stopped before then, but you just don’t credit people aren’t going to see you and allow room. Your luck holds when you do something stupid and someone reacts with lightning speed in time to save your life, which happened to me twice with car drivers.
Well, these will be nothing like the stories you could pile up of direct and indirect experiences, I’m sure, Crim. But for anyone who has no clue (and there’s at least one such dipstick on the site) it might give a slight taste of what it really feels like at speed downhill on very slim, spoked wheels. Oh and bloody wonderfully exhilarating too.
The famous French composer, Ernst Chausson, was killed by a bicycle. I think I feel a list coming on.
86. Spanner in the works - July 15th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
The one that got away:
When doing military service training, I had a 100 mile spin both ways every weekend from camp and back. If I was lucky, I’d meet up with a peloton of fellow service guys going like a train, or get wind-dragged along by a lorry. But often I’d be slogging the end bit up long hills in the dark. One night, on just such a hill, a guy on a motorbike fell asleep and rammed me up the backside at a fair lick (I had good, strong tail-lights). I hit the deck and he came off just ahead of me while his bike went swirling up the road like a catherine wheel, spraying out sparks in all directions. Most spectacular. He might have killed me but didn’t even bother to check, just went limping up off the road moaning about his ruined bike (it wasn’t). Nothing like getting your priorities sorted out.
87. CRSN - July 15th, 2008 at 7:23 pm
if anyone is up for it, because i dont have time, a list of the top 10 Motoring evolutionary steps (i’m sure there was a better discription to use, i had a brain fart)
with all the enviromentally concerned people out there these days, it would be great to see how we have evolved in that aspect of our day to day lives, a good example would be the HEMI motor.
88. Crimanon - July 15th, 2008 at 10:44 pm
Spanner: Coming down a hill, not more than forty degrees and I hit a stick, yes a stick, about
[————-] that big around and it locked up my front wheel, Stopped Me Cold. My bike went over me, I hit the dirt (gravel) and I slid about, thankfully only, six feet on my face alone. The jokes got old quickly that summer.
When I did have a car, I knicked a Porsche (Beautiful eighties model, Mint!) leaving the parking lot of an auto shop. It turned out that the guy worked there. I managed to have the money on me to fix it. Looking back on it, I’d rather have planted myself in the trail again. I thought I’d try and bring motors back into the conversation.
“A car driver opened his door straight into me on a fast downhill.” You always hear the stories but you never see it.
89. Spanner in the works - July 15th, 2008 at 11:39 pm
Crim,
Anita will bleed for you over the Porsche story. She just had her very first scrunch ever a few days ago. After a routine visit, leaving the clinic car park, which is a bay off the road. There were bloody great stone markers almost touching three of the wheels, cars slanted in at all angles on either side. It’s stuck out on a bend, so you look one way, there’s nothing, look away, look back and something’s hurtling towards you. You twist your head and here comes another from the other direction. The municipality has placed a shared taxi rank directly opposite. So with me trying to watch wheels for stone blocks, her head going like she’s at Wimbledon for the men’s final, she shoots out into the road to try to get our arse in gear before the next Fangio comes shooting round the corner. That lovely, hollow, metallic bang noise. Straight back into one of the taxis. And we’re already strapped for cash at present. The guy said his taxi was almost brand new and he’d already been hit twice before in the rank! Luckily she went clean into the centre of a door: didn’t hit a pillar, or the front or back end. Our big, bad working jeep was almost untouched. But we all know that sinking, empty feeling when your day’s planning’s up the creek; when that TV you were saving for is going to pay for a straightening job; and worst of all, your innocence has gone, as though you’d been raped. It soon fades after a day or so.
Your face-lift stick and stone accident was without any doubt at all far worst physically than any of mine. But the old bugger who kerbed me sent me flying over the top, and I promise you my head (no protection) ended up within inches of a cast iron lamp-post. He very nearly kippered me.
Yes, I thought I ought to bring cars back in, well their doors, anyway. Very funny feeling having one open on you, well in my case, because I didn’t see it. I was going some and he opened it so precisely at the time I arrived that it never entered my line of vision. There was just this curious ker-blam and I was on the deck on my back wondering where the bike was and what the fuck I’d done wrong; probably just what a fly feels when it gets swatted.
I can keep bringing in cars and give you my biggest bike bull-shit of all times, because I need someone technical to assess if it was possible. My best mate and I used to put our steeds on trains and get out at the Swiss or Austrian Alps for a fortnight when we were in our early 20s. I’d slog up the tough bit, he’d walk. I’d just sway down through those marvellously engineered flip sides, he’d use a touch of brakes. Going down one flat out, a car, a black Rover, with British number and GB plates appeared round a bend and I was on it. Decent view, so I just pulled out and let gravity do its trick. Again, everything in slow motion. I recall looking in through the window and seeing the utterly astonished looks on the faces of the middle-aged couple (driver on kerb-side). I remember glancing down at their speedo and scaring instant shit out of myself, because I swear I read it at almost 70 mph. I still don’t believe. You think it could have been?
90. mike - July 16th, 2008 at 3:41 am
Seriously? Get run down by a 4 MPH car? Say if you’re at least 25 feet from the car that was coming at you, there would have been plenty of time to do a sweet action roll outta the way, or
if you were the driver, make the car barrel roll as you sharply turn away. But I dont know who’s fault it was. The fact that the person was standing in the center of the street pissing their pants as a 4 MPH car was hurtling at them, or the fact that the driver couldn’t have taken the damn time to steer the car outta the way.
91. segue - July 16th, 2008 at 9:52 am
85. Spanner in the works
…The unresolved problem from the postings above is that, without the slightest intention, segue’s wording could be taken by his or any other warped mind to support Dow’s assertion of me as a blundering, homicidal oaf…
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Worry no further, Spanner. It has been brought to my attention that, during the past couple of months particularly, and more rapidly during the past few weeks, my ability to stay on track; to make coherent, rational arguments; to remember what I’ve said and where I’ve said it, has forced me to make the following decision: 95% of the time, I will read only. 5%, I may offer a comment.
92. Spanner in the works - July 16th, 2008 at 12:09 pm
segue (91),
I DO worry. I wish you to reverse that ratio. How dare you deprive us of your active presence on an absurdly overcritical self-evaluation that none of the rest of shares.
If you want a context for that, just read the posting immediately above you. In the first place Mike, like most others who have come in recently on the subject, has not read the previous comments through carefully, probably some not at all. For example where I researched the subject and provided a much wider context of the time and situation, including serious doubt about the actual speed. All we get is flip personal opinions. Secondly, and I grant you he is going tongue-in-cheek for effect, he is judging a late Victorian event from an early 21st century context without having allowed for any social, collective psychological or technological changes having taken place meanwhile. They should be obvious enough, but I will just instance the possibility of a lady in late-Victorian fashion attempting anything remotely agile. Apart from the fact that the morals of the period controlled the mind-set of ladies’ *social behaviour, by the time she’d hitched up those voluminous skirts for action, the 4 mph car would have been over her, past her and half-a-mile down the track. *(How strange, they didn’t have streakers with wobbly tits then: what was the matter with them, inhibited bunch!) I have no expert knowledge of fashions of the period. That would require checking. However, the basic shape of a Victorian lady in outdoor dress was the cone. Were that to be stiffened in any way, say by a bustle or hoops, it would remain a cone as she ‘barrel-rolled’, so she would gyrate around in a circle. Hope to Heaven that most of the anti-Bridget brigade here are never vital witnesses at any court case involving you or me.
Come back, segue. Your Country Needs You!
93. segue - July 16th, 2008 at 3:13 pm
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92. Spanner in the works
I DO worry. I wish you to reverse that ratio. How dare you deprive us of your active presence on an absurdly overcritical self-evaluation that none of the rest of shares.
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Sorry it took a while to answer. I had to make the trip into the nearest sizable town, 35 miles away, for another doctor appt. (this one, my monthly meeting with my pain control manager), so it all sort of eats up a good chunk of day.
Spanner, it isn’t just this particular list. Comments have been made on others, as well. Even I know I’m not as sharp as I once was, and that really hurts me…one more bit I’ve lost to this f*cking disease.
That being said, yes, I’ll reconsider.
This is amusing and educational. I get to meet people from all over the world, some of whom my husband and I would even like to have over for a meal, or a beach hike to watch the otters, the seals, the dolphins and whales (in season, of course)…or both!
So I’ll try harder. That’s all I can do.
94. Spanner in the works - July 16th, 2008 at 3:35 pm
segue,
Don’t do anything that goes contrary to your health. That’s most important of all. I would add - nor contrary to your family or work schedule either.
Please invite us! And to see the wildflowers too (once we got shown around Calif. for a couple of days in late Feb. or March, when on a lecture tour, by folks who really knew where the rare stuff was.) We’ll gladly reciprocate with sorties into our mountains here.
95. segue - July 16th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
94. Spanner in the works,
Jack and I own and operate a Bed and Breakfast in Cambria (actually, Cambria-Pines-by-the-Sea), CA., to which you and (I hope) Anita) are invited any time you can make it.
Cambria is the Southernmost end of the Monterey Bay Marine Sanctuary, and we are within the migratory path of both whales and dolphins. Otters, harp, and harbor seals play in our waters, and we have a huge elephant seal rookery.
We’re a lunch drive from Big Sur.
C’mon over. We have lots of things to show you two!
96. rushfan - July 16th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
Can I come? That sounds fantastic. I’ve been to Santa Rosa and 29 Palms and San Francisco, but not in years.
97. astraya - July 16th, 2008 at 4:35 pm
Re late 19th century sensibilities: when a Paris cinema showed a movie of a head-on view of a steam train, people screamed and fainted. When a London underground station installed escalators, staff had to stand at the end to administer smelling salts to people overcome by the experience.
98. segue - July 16th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
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#96. rushfan
Can I come? That sounds fantastic. I’ve been to Santa Rosa and 29 Palms and San Francisco, but not in years.
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lol! lol! lol!
rushi!, this place is truly paradise. A couple of years ago, Jack and I were vacationing in Kauai, right on Hanalai Bay. While waiting for our rental car one day, the valet asked me where we were from.
“Cambria, CA”, I replied.
His eyes just about popped out of his head!
Then he asked, “Then why on earth are you here?”
99. Spanner in the works - July 16th, 2008 at 7:40 pm
astraya,
Very nicely added. Thank you, and also for new information to appreciate. That was also why so many got run over by bicycles in the beginning. They were such a novelty that people had not had time to adjust and react appropriately. There may have been a hidden (railway lobby) agenda as to why early self-propelled road vehicles were obliged to travel so slowly, but regulations often tend to arise and continue as assessments of, and reactions to, a catalogue of mishaps and accidents.
segue,
How wonderful. Thank you, thank you for the invite. I just hope we can make it, and also that you and Jack might be able to come down here to us. Faced with the choice between your patch and Kauai, the only option would be … both, I reckon!
We’ve been right among the elephant seals at Peninsula Valdés in Argentina. They are simply amazing beasts. I also had the wonderful good fortune and experience of ‘touching whale’ there, a southern right cow with her calf. They came up to our small boat to be stroked. Pure, sheer, magic. On the basis of that experience alone as far as the whale situation goes, I find I have to work hard to maintain a fair and unprejudiced attitude towards Japan.
100. segue - July 16th, 2008 at 8:52 pm
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…Re late 19th century sensibilities:..When a London underground station installed escalators, staff had to stand at the end to administer smelling salts to people overcome by the experience.
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The Steam Engine story is easy to understand, they’re fairly scary-looking pieces of equipment, what with all of that noise and steam-under-pressure exploding out of it from all directions.
But the escalator! WOW!
I’ve seen a few people with phobias about escalators, but to have such a reaction (as described above) to a new convenience, is a bit odd to me.
On the other hand, I’d rather use a hand can opener than an electric one.
Go figure.
101. segue - July 16th, 2008 at 8:56 pm
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99. Spanner in the works
…thank you for the invite. I just hope we can make it, and also that you and Jack might be able to come down here to us…
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You’re welcome, of course.
Where, exactly, is “here”?
I’ve always wanted to visit S.A.
102. Spanner in the works - July 16th, 2008 at 10:46 pm
segue,
If I say central Chile, I hope it won’t won’t precipitate the equivalent of the following Pope quote;
Shut, shut the door, good John! Fatigu’d I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I’m sick, I’m dead.
The Dog-star rages! Nay ’tis past a doubt,
All Bedlam and Parnassus is let out:
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What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide?
They pierce my thickets, thro’ my Grot they glide,
By land, by water, they renew the charge,
They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
No place is sacred, not the Church is free,
Ev’n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me …
(An Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot)
There are so many wonderful places to visit in S.A. (so many of which we haven’t even seen ourselves at first-hand). Ours is one of them, but I’m not sure if you only had the chance to visit one, ours would be it, unless you are crazy about Andean flowers. A lot does depend on what you are looking for. Patagonia provides one experience, high Peru another and the Amazon basin a third. Our personal choice would probably be NW Argentina, because it’s such a wonderful mix: semi-desert, high Andean mountains, exuberant rainforest and more. Great places and scenery; great Spanish and pre-Columbian history; great natural history. There is infinitely more biodiversity of stuff such as butterflies and hummingbirds than we have.
Presumably you’ve already been there, but if not, one unmissable place is Costa Rica. So much in such a small landmass. We went to see butterflies, but they were too difficult to identify, even with DeVries. We ended up twitching birds and logged nearly 170 in 10 days. That was without all the little ones that skulked away before we could get a tab on them! We’d hoped to see poison-arrow frogs too and didn’t, but there was so much else. Huge crocs, coatis, etc. Our only unfortunate legacy was a nasty virus, which only manifested itself long afterwards, and is probably responsible for Anita’s recently diagnosed Diabetes mellitus. At least we are virtually free of nasty beasts and bad health bugs where we live.
103. Spanner in the works - July 16th, 2008 at 11:37 pm
astraya and segue,
It suddenly occurred to me that people didn’t appear to have that initial reaction to lifting-balloons and aircraft, did they? Or at least it doesn’t seem to be recorded. Perhaps that’s because the intrepid and fearless went to seek them out, rather than they intruded on routine daily life. Once they did, they did indeed leave their mark.
My paternal grandmother, (a really tough cookie who in her 60s still used to go with all the men-folk to watch top pro soccer matches every weekend, even in snowstorms), hated aeroplanes unselectively all her life as much as I delighted in them and still do. Reason, they lived in London quite near the docks and she had been under the German bombs of zepps and Gothas in 1917 and 1918.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough aerial action in WW2. The blitz came when I was not that long out of toddlerhood, and Dad would hold me in his arms at an upstairs window late at night as we watched the searchlights, exploding A.A. shells and an occasional flamer as a bomber was hit and went down. All this further north from us over central London. Mother used to drag me kicking and screaming down to the cupboard under the stairs we used as a shelter. (Apropos, Dad was a key figure in a vital industry.)
Biggin Hill, a famous front-line fighter base in the Battle of Britain, was not far from us. We used to watch the twisting contrails during daytime dogfights and collect the empty machine gun and cannon-shell cases that came clattering down into the streets. Watch John Boorman’s ‘Hope and Glory’ and you’ll get an idea of it all, although the protagonist was several years older than me, and actually lived in London. Some time later, as the tide began to turn in our favour, I was in the garden with some friends when a Biggin Spitfire suddenly brushed our rooftop out of nowhere and shot up in a vertical victory roll. Wow! Never mind the paint and roundels, its very oil streaks and blowback carbon lines from the machine guns were relfexed-registered as it passed over. One present was a pretty little girl of about five with whom I was beginning to fall in love. She went screaming home in terror and I fell instantly out of love with the snivelling, ontemptible creature (they tell me she grew up to be a stunner!).
104. rushfan - July 17th, 2008 at 6:48 am
Spanner in the works ~ You are quite a character. I’ve started really looking forward to reading your comments on various lists.
105. segue - July 17th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
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94. Spanner in the works
segue,
Don’t do anything that goes contrary to your health…
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Spanner, I really owe you an explanation of what the problem is, so that you won’t worry needlessly.
I have a form of an extremely rare neurological disease called Schwannomatosis. Almost all of the information available online (to the general public) is still incorrect, and based on information guessed at a decade ago.
It causes schwann cell tumors to grow around, encase, nerves. Usually it affects the sheathe, and only a short segment of nerves, but in my case it has encased every nerve root, nerve sheathe and peripheral nerve bundle on my spinal cord, bi-laterally.
Ouch.
So, I’m on a bunch of med’s to handle the pain. And a bunch more to handle the unwanted effects of the med’s. One (really two-in-one) nasty thing that has popped up, and no one seems to know which to blame (the disease or the drugs) are both central and obstructive sleep apnea…the obstructive they know to blame on the disease, on the pain, and that has been addressed, but the central is so bad that I have to sleep attached to 2 machines to keep me breathing. My autonomous nervous system doesn’t work if I’m not awake to give it a reminder every now and then.
But see, this is mostly just stuff that’s annoying. The Schwannomatosis is not going to kill me. The opiates, and the support drugs mean liver tests every couple of years, so even that is kept an eye on.
I’ll be fine.
I’m just not the sharp cookie I used to be.
No biggie.
106. Spanner in the works - July 17th, 2008 at 2:30 pm
segue,
I have logged and I have read. I certainly won’t come back until I can think slowly and clearly, which is not right now.
It looks as though I am just about to bring Anita in. She passed by as the new 7 Children list was up on the screen and locked in on it. She’s a biologist and also collects strange, unwanted conditions herself (none as intense or life-style affecting as yours) so she’ll be informed-responsive.
Well, cookie, if, as a cookie, your flavour’s great, the texture is of secondary importance!
107. segue - July 17th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
I ought to add that the incidence of Schwannomatosis is 1 : 1,700,000 not the 1 : 40,000 they used to put it at when they were lumping it with NF2 (a semi-related disease). All of the Neurologists and Neurosurgeons I’ve seen over the last 10 - 11 years, are of the opinion that my own version is a one-off.
108. Cedestra - July 17th, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Yikes! I hadn’t heard of the disease, but after you explained what it was, I knew what that meant. Every nerve you have has a tumor. Everything you do is painful. Sounds like fibromyalgia on steroids.
I hope your pain grows less each day.
109. segue - July 17th, 2008 at 5:43 pm
108. Cedestra
I hope your pain grows less each day.
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Thank you, but thats not the way it works. The little devils grow, if ever so slowly, so they squeeze the nerves even more. Quite the interesting disorder to read about…not so interesting to have.
110. SarahJ - July 18th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
This list is great!! It stands out as truly different!
111. astraya - July 19th, 2008 at 3:10 am
Spanner: re reactions to balloons and aeroplanes -
I haven’t ever read about reactions. I guess most of the people involved in the pioneering efforts in that direction were the inventors and those closely related to them, or volunteers. Also, most efforts in flight took place out of built-up areas, where those not directly related to them didn’t have to encounter them. Compare this to bicycles, cars and escalators, which were right there.
Also, also, humans had been dreaming about flying for centuries if not millennia.
Some people still get scared, though. The previous city I lived in in Korea hosted a balloon festival. Two tethered balloons ascended about 30 metres. One group included a boy about 4 or 5. When he got back down he was HOWLING!!!! (Yes, I know it says no caps lock, but that is the only way to represent it.)
112. Spanner in the works - July 19th, 2008 at 7:41 am
astraya,
Yes, that was my point. People had to go and seek out early aerial activity, which was always fairly remote from centres of population.
However, there is at least one exception, which probably ought to be in Fascinating Firsts of Flight! Balloons saw active service in the American Civil War, in 1861, when the Union side fielded a balloon corp for artillery spotting, a military service branch that would continue up to the end of WW1. That is not the exception, however. A decade later, during the siege of Paris in the Franco-Prussian War, 66 manned balloons, largely built there and then, lifted out of the city between September 1870 and January 1971. “102 passengers escaped from the encircled city and three million letters were carried. A return-service of micro-filmed letters was carried back by pigeons taken out in the balloons.” “Only six fell within the Prussian lines.” As I know from personal experience, wartime conditions accustom humans very rapidly to the most remarkable of circumstances.
113. Spanner in the works - July 19th, 2008 at 7:45 am
Apropos,
I hope I’m right in interpreting the prohibition of cap. locs as to prevent people highlighting their emotional abuse rather than emphasising, heading or drawing attention in a reasonable fashion.
114. timmy the dying boy - November 30th, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Here’s what I want to know: when was the first repo?