That's pretty informative. I also know about the SLVs, though I'm sure those aren't the USPS vans I see on the road.
Since I've been away for the holidays and can't really do much painting, I decided to write out the first few pages of my graphic novel as a narrative, just for fun. I don't think it's fantastic, but I felt like sharing it anyway. I feel like my writing may be a little dry and there are probably a few mistakes, but that's why it's going to be a graphic novel. Spoiler: 1,243 words The dreary-eyed fox rolled over groggily to the shrill sound of the telephone ringing. He grabbed a pair of tortoise shell browline eyeglasses from the bedside table and glanced at his alarm clock. The hands read half past eight. At least he planned on getting up soon anyway. Inwardly wanting to miss the call but knowing he probably shouldn't, he slid from the sheets and to his feet in one fluid motion and padded swiftly to the living room, where the phone sat on a small table in the corner. After a brief moment of dread, he picked up the handset. "Hello?" he spoke in a soft voice. "Ah yes, hello Finn," came a familiar voice on the other end, in its usual friendly tone. "I hope I didn't wake you." "Oh, don't worry about it. I was just getting up," Finn replied with a half-lie, trying not to sound too tired. "What can I do for you, Mr. Koski?" "I hate to ask this of you on your day off, but we've just got word we're receiving a donation from a private collector today, and I was hoping you could come in and get it sorted when it arrives." "Yeah. I have an appointment at ten; is it alright if I come in afterwards? It shouldn't be too long." "Yes, that should be fine. Take as much time as you need. I'll ask Grace to leave it all in one of the reading rooms downstairs," said Koski, referring to his secretary. "It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours from what I hear. Just books, mostly. It normally wouldn't be a problem, but Cecil called in sick and I've got meetings scheduled all day." "Alright, I'll be in later then." "Wonderful! Glad I could count on you." The two exchanged a brief farewell before hanging up. Finn stood there for a moment and exhaled a long breath. Talking on the phone (or talking to people in general for that matter) was not something he enjoyed, but the short conversation with his boss was the least of his worries at the moment. He didn't even mind having to go to work later. No, it was his ten o'clock appointment that was his problem, for it wasn't a casual outing to the movies or a visit to the dentist; he was meeting his new roommate. As he walked back up the hallway to the bathroom and turned on the shower, all he could hear were his parents' voices in the back of his mind, telling him he could never afford an apartment in the city centre on a starting salary, certainly not if he wasn't willing to sell his beloved automobile. Despite the warnings, the inexperienced young fox was foolish enough to believe he could make it work. He had managed for the first several months, but was rapidly eating away his savings and there was nothing more he could do at this point to make ends meet. Nothing, that is, except the one thing he dreaded only slightly less than the prospect of losing his car or moving again. Finishing his shower, Finn wrapped a towel around his waist and leaned over the sink, pressing his forehead into the mirror. A week ago he bought space in the paper, advertising a room for rent, and received dozens of calls in response. While he had always been good at maintaining a cool exterior, the last few days spent corresponding with strangers had reduced him to a trembling bundle of nerves behind his fascia of stability. Pulling himself together after a few moments, Finn trotted quickly across the hallway and back into his bedroom, a slight chill nipping at his damp fur. Opening his wardrobe, he selected tan slacks, a white collared shirt, and deep blue tie, over which he put a dark blue-grey argyle sweater with rust red lozenges and white pinstripes. A typical workday usually called for a suit, but it didn't seem worth it today seeing as it would only be for the afternoon. Now dressed, Finn got his keys and wallet, grabbed a brown plaid sport coat off a hook by the front door, and left the apartment. He knew full well he would start to psych himself out if he wasted any time in leaving, and so opted to arrive early and eat breakfast at the café where the meeting was scheduled to take place. Descending the four flights of stairs to street level and stepping out into the brisk February air, he set off towards the café. Just get this over with, he told himself. It was a relatively mild day, though this part of the world rarely dropped below freezing. It was now just past nine o'clock and rush hour was in full swing, with people of all shapes and sizes bustling about on their way to work. Horns blared as cars, vans, and buses all jostled for position on the ancient streets. While he wasn't very social, Finn loved being in the city. Going for walks much like this one, letting the sounds, smells, and sights flow around him in a symphony of organised chaos, was among his favourite pastimes. Thankfully, it was all enough to take his mind off things for the duration of his short journey. His destination was Luke's Café, a modest eatery hidden away down a narrow lane. It was a spot known only to locals and Finn's favourite place to eat out, located less than two blocks away and serving excellent food and drink. Upon arriving, he went inside and was pleased to see that his preferred booth by the window was unoccupied. A moment after taking a seat, a young waitress came over and began to take his order. He asked for a cup of tea and a BLT, having a penchant for eating sandwiches at all hours, then glanced at his watch as she left. Half an hour to go. The time oozed past like cold honey. Breakfast came and went, as well as another cup of tea, and Finn started looking at his watch more and more frequently. As it crept nearer to ten o'clock, he started to think about who he was waiting for. His name was Sam, and he was a species of weasel native to Hontyan, an island nation across the sea to the west. They only spoke on the phone once, but of all the people Finn talked to, he seemed the best match. Firstly, he was of an appropriate size to be living with a fox (unlike a surprising number of applicants who were twice Finn's size or more) but, most importantly, he seemed polite and friendly, if maybe a little outgoing for Finn's taste. Not the sort of person to throw wild parties, in any case, and Finn knew he probably couldn't find much better. Just then, the sound of a high-revving engine echoed down the narrow lane outside. The sound continued to increase in volume, getting closer and closer, before a bright red motorcycle shot into view through the window. Its rider guided the machine to a stop in front of the café and removed his helmet, revealing the unmistakable face of a weasel. Huh, this will be interesting, Finn thought. TO BE CONTINUED
I had a Failrace video open in one background tab while watching videos on another. Turns out that other video used the same music as the Failrace intros, I was greatly confused for a couple of seconds...
I would rate your post "Agree" I'll agree with people being terrible... Some people are just desperate for attention and maybe bored. But yea, I've been chased several times by people on bikes wanting attention but I manage to outrun them every time! (Mostly weirdos on Mountain Bikes and sometimes BMX bikes) I ride my bike frequently to stay in shape and to get out of the house. I also never wear earbuds/headphones while riding so that I can be more alert of my surroundings and it's good that I do that so I can escape Danger.
I know, but he's wrong, there is no right way the steering wheel placement is that would do anything different from the other side, it would be like the Devs switch the placement of the Off Topics Threads so, it would start with Automotive, than Other Games, Computer Hardware, and ends with General Off-Topic, it would be weird at first but you would get use to it after a week.
I knew you weren't bright but come on, visibility is changed side to side, drastically so. There's a very good reason cars are right hand drive in systems where you drive on the left and vice versa. I've driven a left hand drive car on left hand traffic roads, it seriously hampers visibility
But you're use to drive a RHD car, I'm pretty sure if you own a LHD car for over a month or two you would be use it.
No. Quite hard to see around a fair bit of traffic when you're on the wrong side of the car for the road system
I mean if your steering wheel is on the Right side or the Left side, plus why are we debating about something that 31% (Or 69%) of the world have to deal with and most of those countries that drive on the Left side are islands https://www.rhinocarhire.com/Car-Hi...ntries-Drive-on-the-Left,--a-Handy-Guide.aspx
Damn you're dense. You claim it *never*makes a difference, it does when you're driving a vehicle wrong side for the road system, something more common than you'd think considering the aforementioned Grumman's are sold in the US as RHD, specifically so the mailman can get out straight into pavement rather than into the road, however this leaves you situated on the wrong side of the car for the road system in use, signals may be positioned incorrectly and visibility around bends is drastically reduced. I have driven a left hand drive car in a right hand drive country, it was not great. Reversed controls you get used to, bad lane placement you get used to, but visibility cannot be corrected. UK can get trains and ferries to Europe so plenty of mixing there. Plenty of Japanese export vehicles. Some European classics too are rhd. It's not that rare to be in vehicles wrong side for the system. And a third is a significant chunk of vehicles being RHD
Grummans do have great visibility I mean the windshield is pretty wide for how small that car is (Height 85 in (2,200 mm), Length 175.5 in (4,460 mm), Width 75 in (1,900 mm)) , and they have been getting replace with other cars, mostly Jeeps, and Minivans While that do sound's annoying, but you can just don't buy a RHD, you have the option to not buy one, while in the USA unless it's a import and is 25 years or older, it's RHD.
To make it clear for certain members: LHD cars have a steering wheel on the LEFT and are meant to be driven on the RIGHT side of the road. RHD cars have a steering wheel on the RIGHT and are meant to be driven on the LEFT side of the road. Postal vehicles often have the steering wheel on the opposite side. Daily driving a car with the steering wheel on the opposite side is usually a bad idea (unless you are fine with staying behind semis, vans and old cars on two-lane highways and never overtaking anyone).
I wouldn't argue it's a bad idea, per se. But I've never driven RHD, so I wouldn't know. However, I wouldn't see how it would be different from me in a LHD car overtaking on the right (illegal yes, but who cares?). The same visibility challenges are present, yet I have yet to take the front clip off of a mother's Honda Odyssey, for instance. Of course, I don't have those challenges every single time like I would in a Skyline, but I feel there's some merit to the argument. I use my mirrors and usually turn my whole body to see in the massive blind spot my Mustang has, so I'd end up just transferring that to a RHD car. But again, take it with a grain of salt, I simply don't know.
