I am flying in from Mumbai on Cathay Pacific with a 1 hour layover in Hong Kong. Can my bags and I make it to the next plane, assuming we arrive on time? It's been 10 years since I have been in HKG and don't remember the layout very well. Thank you.
New Turbo, new plugs, new exhaust, change manual transmission and differential oil.
And new tires in a few months.
Or would you sell it off and get a new car? Assume you have the money for a new car.
What would you do?
Edit: Sorry for the missing details: the car is a 2018 330i RWD 6 speed manual.
The most embarrassing thing about certain Rolex owners isn't the price of the watch, the waiting lists, or the endless forum arguments about bezel alignment. It's the fact that fully grown adults will spend five figures on a luxury object and then refuse to call it by its actual name.
A normal person buys a watch. These people adopt a cast of comic-book characters and soft drinks.
Somewhere along the way, a subsection of Rolex enthusiasts collectively decided that saying "GMT-Master II with a blue and black bezel" was simply too dignified. Instead, they chose to transform themselves into the kind of people who unironically say things like, "I'm wearing my Batgirl today," as though they are discussing a beloved family pet rather than a piece of jewelry manufactured by a Swiss corporation.
And somehow Batgirl wasn't enough. No. The hobby had to descend another level. So now there are grown men earnestly explaining that one watch is a "Batman" while another is a "Bruce Wayne," apparently because the distinction between fictional identities is now considered essential horological knowledge. Imagine explaining this to your grandfather. "Well, you see, the black-and-blue bezel is Batman, but the black-and-gray bezel is Bruce Wayne." He would assume you had suffered a head injury.
Then there are the beverage-inspired masterpieces. "Root Beer." "Starbucks." Luxury watch collecting has evolved into the world's most expensive drive-thru menu. At any moment you expect someone to announce that they're saving up for a McFlurry and discover they're actually discussing a two-tone GMT.
The nicknames themselves sound less like luxury timepieces and more like rejected racehorses. Batgirl. Bruce Wayne. Root Beer. Starbucks. Listening to these conversations feels like accidentally wandering into a daycare center where the children have somehow acquired six-figure investment portfolios.
What makes it especially tragic is the complete surrender of dignity involved. Rolex employs armies of designers, engineers, and marketers to create products with official names. Yet these enthusiasts look at decades of horological history and decide, "No, I think I'll refer to this precision instrument using terminology that sounds like a crossover between a comic convention and a food court."
There is something uniquely absurd about watching someone spend twenty minutes explaining the nuanced difference between Batman, Batgirl, and Bruce Wayne to another adult who is nodding solemnly as if they are discussing matters of statecraft. The conversation has all the gravitas of two eight-year-olds debating superhero power levels, except both participants have mortgages.
The watches themselves are often beautiful. The owners are often perfectly pleasant. But the nickname crowd inhabits a strange dimension where self-awareness has gone extinct. They have become so immersed in collector culture that they can no longer hear themselves. They speak in a dialect composed entirely of forum posts, YouTube thumbnails, retail scarcity mythology, and comic-book references.
At some point, a person must look in the mirror and ask a simple question: "Am I a discerning collector of Swiss watches, or am I a grown adult enthusiastically announcing that I finally acquired a Bruce Wayne?" The fact that so many arrive at the second answer without experiencing immediate, overwhelming embarrassment remains one of the great unsolved mysteries of modern civilization.
Did I miss a memo? I've not had any power on my seats for 3 straight flights, 6 in total with round trips. DTW to AMS (twice) and DTW to MSY. My phone has a very weak battery so it can barely last to MSY, forget AMS. Every seat I've had has not been able to charge my phone. That's both the in screen USB power source, and the outlet at the bottom of the seat in front. What gives? Am I that unlucky with seats or is in flight power no longer a thing.
I have had it with the Apple Music Sh!tshow. I want out.
Is there a way to import my Apple music library into another service? Can this be done?
