Have to agree. My old M5 with 311hp could do 155mph and was artificially limited to that speed. I wonder if the Tesla drive circuitry cannot keep up the 400+hp output without having "issues".
This is so in New York State as well. If you hit someone from behind, it is your fault no matter what. I was rear-ended while I was stopped and pushed into the car ahead of me. It was considered my fault for hitting the car in front of me!
There is not even a rule to make the yellow interval the same for each light in a given area. Differing speed limits would make this difficult anyway. So each light is a roulette game. Randomizing the yellow intervals would certainly increase revenue!
Where are the predator drones when you need them?
Maybe there's an Excel port of Farmville 2... or maybe Angry Words or Temple Run Powerpoint.
Don't you mean YORE own muscles?
So bigger is better AND smaller is better.
Being "That Girl" was OK for Marlo Thomas.
I think you meant embiggening instead of boldering.
Now it runs but will not show any web pages. I just get spinning circular arrows. All pages are blank.
:( I want v17 back!
If my experience with my 19-year-old granddaughter is any indication, nobody prints photos from cell phones. They get sent to friends or posted to Facebook and that's the end of the line.
I thought "stifle" was not that obscure, but I didn't get the reference to Descent when Descent 2 has been out for quite some time.
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I want to say TWO words to you. Beanie Babies. Think about that.
"Mr. Steele? He doesn't exist. I invented him. Follow. I always loved excitement, so I studied, and apprenticed, and put my name on an office. But absolutely nobody knocked down my door. A female private investigator seemed so... feminine. So I invented a superior. A decidedly MASCULINE superior. Suddenly there were cases around the block. It was working like a charm... until the day HE walked in, with his blue eyes and mysterious past. And before I knew it, he assumed Mr. Steele's identity. Now I do the work, and he takes the bows. It's a dangerous way to live, but as long as people buy it, I can get the job done. We never mix business with pleasure. Well, almost never. I don't even know his real name! "