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Post by muddytubbie on Dec 2, 2009 11:07:50 GMT 1
been thinking about driving my car and have come to the conclusion that we MUST be mad to drive bacause We put ourselves in a big metal box where highly flammable liquids are routinely atomised into a highly explosive gas, which we then happily set fire to causing upto 6000 explosions per minute and blasting ourselves along at 70+mph with the only thing holding our tin box of explosives on the road being four bits of rubber.
If we want to stop our tin box of explosives we rely on a few square inches of material pressing against a piece of spinning metal, the force to do this being carried by some liquid being squashed down some very skinny thin pipes under pressure.
To make sure our box of is safe, we once per year we entrust it to a complete stranger who spends maybe half an hour walking round it and poking it with metal bars, who then gives us a piece of paper telling us we are ok to continue on our way for another year.
I guess it is pretty mental really
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