They have things called "brakes" as well.

Those brake things are still governed by how the tire interacts with the surface.

No, they can't legally sell them in the USA anymore without some serious engineering changes. They got a waiver on some of the safety regulations that has expired. They also had a limited contract with Lotus for the bodies.

So to do a new run of roadsters, they would have to do a lot of engineering and essentially make a new car. Right now, they don't have the capacity in engineering or production to make more models; they're struggling to get the Model X out, and they've got their eyes on the III.

I wouldn't be surprised if they make a new Roadster eventually, but I would put it at five years out at the earliest.

Besides, given the performance of the P85D, I'm not sure how much more there would be besides a different body shape.

The one update they really should do along with the battery upgrade is add Supercharger support.

Given the first word is "whereas" it's stating the opposite of the post it is replying to.

Yes, it is immoral to allow rich men to try to turn future mothers into their own beasts of burden, just because they have more "points" than the next guy. When it becomes normative, it's necessary to have a bloody revolution. Why do you think WWII was necessary?

The office network probably is not to get work done.

Of course not. The Facebook, porn, and shopping, for the most part. Oh, and cat videos.

Correction: Navy *pays* a company $0.01

Thank you for your two cents on the matter.

Everything was silent that Christmas Eve. Only the lightly falling snow
that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the
Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom
Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each other's arms,
anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern farmhouse
as it did each Christmas before. Laura was asleep but Tom was engrossed in
thought.

          Tom had promised himself that this year's drought and its devastating
effects on his family's income would not spoil this Christmas for his children.
But the lack of revenue made it impossible for him to buy the one thing his
children wanted so desperately: a pony. All Midwestern farm kids, except his,
had ponies to ride and Tom felt a sense of guilt not being able to afford one.

          Tom looked over towards Laura. He then realized he was a lucky man to
have such a beautiful and adoring family. His fifteen year old son, Jimmy, had
made All American in just his freshman year of high school. His thirteen year
old daughter, Amy, was fast becoming a remarkable woman.

          Without warning, Tom's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming
from the roof of the two-story wood framed house. Startled, Laura woke to hear
the supports in the attic creak under the strain of something heavy.

          "What is it?" Laura asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

          "I don't know," Tom replied, moving quickly out of bed and putting on a
robe. "Let's find out."

          Laura followed Tom's lead while also slipping on a robe.

          As they scampered out of the master bedroom, they were greeted in the
hallway by Jimmy and Amy.

          "Is that Santa?" Amy asked.

          Jimmy said, "I don't think so, Amy. But I'm ready for anything."

          Tom and Laura laughed as Jimmy knifed his hands through the air. He was
taking Karate lessons at the local YMCA and was anxious to demonstrate his
newfound skill. Amy and Jimmy soon followed their parent's laughter with
snickers of their own.

          "Come on, 'Karate Kid.' Let's see what's going on," Tom said, grinning
while ruffling his right hand through Jimmy's thick curly hair.

          The family followed the creaking sound along the rafters.

          "It seems to be heading towards the chimney," Laura said perplexed.

          "It is Santa!" Amy exclaimed.

          "Don't jump to conclusions just yet young lady," Tom said with a fake
scowl on his face. "The fireplace is lit. Maybe it's an animal that got on
the roof from a nearby tree and wants to get close to the heat coming from the
chimney. It's cold outside you know."

          "By the sound of it, it's a pretty *BIG* animal don't you think, Dad?"
Jimmy went back to making Karate chops again.

          They huddled around the top of the staircase, crouching down to get the
full view of the roaring fire in the fireplace, wondering what the source of
the sound on the roof was going to do next.

          All of a sudden the fire in the fireplace blew out with a whooshing sound.
But just as suddenly, the fire roared back to life. The four of them gasped.
There, standing in front of the fireplace, was a very large man with a white
beard dressed in a red suit, wearing gloves and a cap and stroking the head of
a magnificent pony!

          "Ho ho ho," the jolly old man chuckled. "Wasn't that fun?" the man asked
the beast. The pony nodded his head up and down as if to agree.

          "That *IS* Santa," Tom whispered, bewildered.

          The four bodies at the top of the stairs stole quick glances at each other
then just as quickly returned their gaze towards the scene that was taking
place in the living room.

          "I'd better get you ready for the children," the jolly man said with a
twinkle in his eye. He moved without delay towards the far side of the
handsome animal and fell to his knees with a loud plop. The pony was parallel
to the fireplace and the big man was in between them. The reddish orange glow
cast forth from the flames complimented the rosy cheeks of the warm-hearted
man. The fire being near the floor illuminated the underside of the well
muscled beast. It was a stallion!

          Santa took off his gloves, neatly folded them together, then deposited
them in one of his coat pockets. He stroked his left hand lightly along the
backside of the pony's resilient ass muscles, periodically fingering the
steed's puckering asshole. He used his right hand to massage and knead the
pony's huge balls in small circles, like a skilled juggler handling a pair of
baseballs in one hand.

          "Ho ho! I see you trying to poke out," Santa said with a stout laugh. He
flicked his tongue around the inside of the ring of thick skin. The pony
raised his head and shook it from side to side causing his mane to wave
majestically as if flowing in an imaginary wind.

          "You love it, don't you boy?" Santa asked the pony. The pony responded by
popping the cockhead out through the first fold ring and telescoping the meaty
shaft another four inches.

          "A sex horse!" Laura whispered in subdued excitement.

          "Yeah! Just what I really wanted for Christmas," Jimmy mused without
realizing that he was thinking out loud.

          "You too?" Amy asked surprised.

          Tom looked at Laura. Stunned, they both looked at the two children. They
had discussed the topic of sex with their children but only on a basic level.
They were very pleased to learn that Amy and Jimmy had taken a healthy attitude
towards sex in general and towards sex with animals in particular.

          Tom and Laura confessed that they too wanted to have a sex horse. But
they were afraid of what the children might think if they'd ever found out.

          "Don't worry, Mom and Dad. I've wanted one for a couple of years now.
You see this won't go away half the time," Jimmy said pointing to the big lump
in his pajamas. "And you and Mom won't allow Amy or me to have human sex until
we're eighteen. I fully understand your reasons why. So that's when I came up
with the idea of having sex with animals. I can learn about sex, have a great
time at it, and won't get some girl pregnant!"

          "Me too!" chimed Amy. Amy blushed realizing not all of what Jimmy said
applied to her - that girls can't get girls pregnant. The others chuckled.
"You know what I mean. One of the girls at school has a pony that she fucks
with all the time and she doesn't worry about getting knocked up by the horse -
'cause animals can't get humans pregnant." Again Tom looked stunned at Laura.
But they shrugged their shoulders in unison. After all, Amy had become a
level-headed young woman and deserved the freedom to express herself in the way
she saw appropriate for the occasion.

          "Jimmy, are you disappointed that it's a male pony?" asked Tom.

          "Heck no, Dad. I'd love to suck on a cock just as well as fuck a pussy
any day."

          Again Tom looked at Laura. This time Laura turned the corners of her
mouth down in a matter-of-fact kind of expression. "My, how our children have
grown," she said then laughed.

          "Shhhhhhhhhhh," Tom whispered with his index finger sticking straight up
in front of his puckered lips. He couldn't hold back a chuckle himself.
"Let's watch."

          The pony's cock pulsed rhythmically up and down in unison with the
stallion's own heartbeat. The shaft grew thicker and stiffer with each passing
second.

          Tom was pleasantly surprised that the pony was well cared for. He knew
this by the way the sparkling glow of the fire reflected off the shaft of the
clean cock. If the cock weren't clean it wouldn't have been shiny.

          Santa removed his left hand from the stallion's flanks and scooted
sideways towards the pony's front legs. He took off his cap, stuffing it into
an empty pocket, and then positioned himself under the pony so that his back
was supported by the pony's front legs and the pony's cock was directly in
front of his face.

          "Ho ho ho," Santa bellowed, his mouth now the right size and shape to suck
the pony's cock deep inside. Santa moved his head and torso forward an inch or
two and stuffed the fist-sized tip of horsecock into his mouth. He slowly
continued his head and torso movement forward, pivoting at the waist. Inch
after solid inch of extremely thick horsecock continued its moist journey into
Santa's well-stretched mouth, the tip scraping his palate and flattening his
tongue. The family members choked as they saw all fifteen inches of horsecock
vanish into Santa's swelling mouth, throat and stomach! Santa's nose invaded
the space formed between the pony's abdomen and the cockshaft within the
sheath, the top of Santa's head tickling the pony's belly in the process.
Still breathing, Santa savored the uniquely animalistic aroma coming from
within the pony's sheath.

          The pony slowly exposed half of his spit-slickened love tube, then
abruptly jammed it all back in again. He repeated the action six more times
then left his sex weapon buried to the hilt on the last stroke.

          The pony's flanks quivered and his tail waved to and fro as the blissful
steed came violently, planting his scalding hot seed directly into Santa's
stomach. But Santa didn't want to drink all of the pony's horsecum, for he
knew that the family was watching him. He'd staged this exhibition especially
for their benefit. After all, he is Santa and Santa knows all!

          Santa tapped the pony on the knees and the pony instantly pulled his cock
out half way, the well lubricated shaft spasming with radiant energy. Santa
sat upright dislodging the stallion's cock from his mouth with a loud squishy
sound. The fist-sized tip, now free, flared to over five inches in diameter
while horsecum hosed Santa's face and beard.

          Eagerly, Santa drank the remainder of the stallion's cum. He held the
twitching piece of horseflesh as still as possible while directing the forceful
jets of tasty horsecum into his still-gaping mouth.

          When the last of the horsecum shot into Santa's mouth, Santa gulped it
down while smacking his lips several times. Santa worked the dripping horsecum
on his face into the exposed flesh. It gave his skin a healthy glow. The pony
again stood normally while the flared hood of his cock shrank and the shaft
drooped once more.

          Santa grabbed the rapidly deflating cock and licked it all over. He
turned and smiled as he looked up the stairs where the sexually electrified
Streamer family was watching.

          "Ho ho ho! Take very good care of my boy here! Merry sex-mas to you
all!" he boomed. The fire went out again for a brief moment and once more
re-ignited.

          Santa was gone but the magnificent steed remained, his head turned towards
the family. Tom, Laura, Jimmy and Amy each swore they saw a smile on that
pony's face!

Copyright (c) 1994 cDc communications and Grr Raoul Leash.
All Rights Reserved. 12/01/1994-#295

As a book collector, I'd never ruin a book by writing in it

The author suggested how to work around that in his opening post. Sign a sheet of acetate and place that over the copyright page.

Used to be that East met West in Hong Kong, and the water kept the Western cultural norms from corrupting the peasantry.

Now, South Korea is the island, and North Korea is the water.

1080p is the limit your camera can successfully show to you. Any other pixels are a waste of disk space unless you're saving everything for the future.

So earlier in the discussion we've got a post confusing RAM and storage, and now one "thinking" that 1080p is the limit of usefulness. WTF?

Well, as they say, the tree of liberty needs to occasionally be watered with the blood of tyrants and patriots. It appears that their tree is in need of some watering.

Neither the US nor the UK have tyrants. They have officials who were elected by popular vote. So unless you were planning immolating yourself in front of Buckingham Palace as a protest for your country's policies, the quote is not really appropriate.

Democracies reflect their citizens. You don't have to like that reflection, but if you don't, breaking the mirror only adds more disfigurements from the flying shards.

So what? We already made that choice to do so. Forcing companies to go with automation over employment doesn't make this situation any better.

We decided to not let people starve, and institutionalized that decision in the form of social security. However, setting up said social security in such a way that businesses suffer less costs from paying their employees insufficient wages than they would without social security in place - because automation is not free - creates perverse incentives. It rewards paying employees less and punishes any competitors who pay decent wages. That's a dumb and arguably evil thing to do.

Unless you think women should just plan to marry a guy with a good job who can look after her and her child, or maybe become a welfare queen, women need to have a career.
 
That is precisely what we should be preparing young people for. And not just women, but men too.

There's a LOT of subjectivity in Olympic sports.

How about walk-racing? The rule is the walker must be in contact with the ground at all times....but slow motion video clearly shows they break the rule with every stride. So now they say "visible to the naked eye." And it's back in the hands of judges who, knowing full well that the walker is losing contact, have to decide if they can actually see it or just "know" it.
I guess the reason they don't fully enforce it that it would be even less interesting to watch.