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And Yet You’re Afraid Of Hitting The Curb

And Yet You’re Afraid Of Hitting The Curb


Ah, the three-point turn. It’s been sorting humans into two camps for generations. Are you simply inserting that index finger into the yoke of the steering wheel and spinning that bad boy, glancing in your mirrors, and reversing direction like a boss? Or are you looking for a parking lot, or perhaps taking three rights and a left, even if it adds ten miles to the trip?

But I do think we now need to add a third camp of direction-reversing person. And this guy is living in it all by himself.

The Borderline Sociopathic President Of Volvo Trucks

The Borderline Sociopathic President Of Volvo Trucks


Dude’s Swedish. Shouldn’t his helmet have horns on it?

I picture this guy sitting in the boardroom, making bbbrrrrrttt, ZOOM! noises with his lips while pushing Tonka trucks around on the big mahogany desk they have in there, while his underlings fidget nervously hoping he doesn’t assign them to the marketing department for a week and find themselves dangling from a skyscraper or being dragged down a dirt road, Indiana Jones style, by one of those hooks he’s always droning on about.

I notice he’s wearing a dark suit in the video. Doing a good job at a giant, faceless corporation is like peeing your pants in a dark suit: It might give you a warm feeling for a short time, but no one really notices.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along)

You Got, Like, Three Feet Of Air That Time. Sweet

You Got, Like, Three Feet Of Air That Time. Sweet


You know, taking things over jumps can go wrong. Motorcycles, bikes, cars — whatever. But if you want a chance for things to go VERY, VERY wrong, you really gotta kick it up a notch and take a semi over a jump. If you live, you can brag about it forevermore. If you fail, it’s unlikely that anyone else in the vicinity will survive, so there’ll be no one left to mock you.

And remember: only survivors can testify against you in a court of law.