I mean. I learned to drive this way. Back roads and parking lots, gradually getting control of the car. Discussion about driving in ice, rain, mud, etc. Practice on switchbacks, hills, mountains, distance driving. No idea how mom managed it; dad wasn’t that brave.
Is it? I mean, he has a vocalizer, so he doesn’t actually need to move his mouth to talk, right? All the gag would do is possibly muffle him, not prevent him from speaking.
Hey Z….I live fairly close to the border. Couple of years ago a car with dead guys
in the back seat, one wounded up front, another near dead behind wheel. Wounded in passenger seat stomped gas and steered and they made it across
the line in Palomas. A freaky trip. Handy to have somebody who WILL drive.
A driver’s license isn’t actually necessary in order to operate the vehicle. It’s just required in order to operate the vehicle legally. And even then, it rarely becomes an issue unless you get caught.
In-con-spic-u-ous. Maybe he can drive himself, but a self-driving Volkswagen isn’t inconspicuous, even if it’s plausible these days. If he drives himself with someone behind the wheel, they’re likely to stop pretending to drive. So him driving himself would only be for a real emergency.
Somebody has to sit behind the wheel, and they need a driver’s license in case they get stopped by police, but no doubt M.J.B. could take them where they want to go if they just asked.
Mercury J. could drive, and they could prop Baron M. up by having him sit on something and pretend. (I was going to say “sit on phone books,” but can you even get a phone book anymore?)
*sings* So take the wheel and I will… take the pedals…
…a vroom with a view.
…would not want to be on the receiving end of THAT look!
Having two different people control the pedals and the steering sounds absolutely terrifying, thanks.
well that’s how the ducks drive my tractor so it works all right.
It worked out alright for the hamsters, didn’t it?
I mean. I learned to drive this way. Back roads and parking lots, gradually getting control of the car. Discussion about driving in ice, rain, mud, etc. Practice on switchbacks, hills, mountains, distance driving. No idea how mom managed it; dad wasn’t that brave.
The Baron had better be careful. Dr. Lee fixed him, and right now, she looks like she’d have no qualms about taking him apart, piece by piece.
Just saying, a mouth gag still an option here.
And Tip might -just might- happen to have one in person.
Is it? I mean, he has a vocalizer, so he doesn’t actually need to move his mouth to talk, right? All the gag would do is possibly muffle him, not prevent him from speaking.
If can’t get a mute button, volume control is the next best thing.
Hey Z….I live fairly close to the border. Couple of years ago a car with dead guys
in the back seat, one wounded up front, another near dead behind wheel. Wounded in passenger seat stomped gas and steered and they made it across
the line in Palomas. A freaky trip. Handy to have somebody who WILL drive.
Baron has probably already sold them out, anyway.
Ugggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh
So Baron puts on an act in the VR?
He doesn’t do it deliberately; it’s a part of the VR’s program. Nick stops swearing when he’s in there.
Nick doesn’t have a drivers licence?
Before he was a helicopter, Nick never actually went anywhere or did anything.
When they took their simultaneous vacation time and drove to Whimsey World, Nick-in-the-drone did part of the driving.
The drone must have had a driver’s license.
A driver’s license isn’t actually necessary in order to operate the vehicle. It’s just required in order to operate the vehicle legally. And even then, it rarely becomes an issue unless you get caught.
“All right, Mr. . . .McStrycern, do you know how fast you were driving?” “Please, officer, call me Barney.”
Actually, I’m a little disappointed that Mercury J. Buchanan doesn’t drive himself.
In-con-spic-u-ous. Maybe he can drive himself, but a self-driving Volkswagen isn’t inconspicuous, even if it’s plausible these days. If he drives himself with someone behind the wheel, they’re likely to stop pretending to drive. So him driving himself would only be for a real emergency.
Somebody has to sit behind the wheel, and they need a driver’s license in case they get stopped by police, but no doubt M.J.B. could take them where they want to go if they just asked.
Mercury J. could drive, and they could prop Baron M. up by having him sit on something and pretend. (I was going to say “sit on phone books,” but can you even get a phone book anymore?)
I still get a phone book delivered every year, but it’s a good deal smaller (in all dimensions) than it used to be.
I don’t think I’ve actually taken it out of the shrinkwrap for several years now, but it’s comforting to have it around just in case.
I bet Nick can’t drive with his brain. It’s a clockwork Volkswagen.
But I bet against Nick, not Shaenon or Jeff, because they could change the rules at any time.
Looking at Baron’s goatee today has suddenly changed his full name (in my headcanon) to Baron Neckbeard.
Woohoo! Road…trip…?