Watching Fantastic 4 and a shower thought occurred. Does Johnny Storm sweat in the heat of battle or does it just evaporate? Would he still have a B.O. smell if this is the case or would he smell of fire? Also, what kind of fire? Propane, butane, coal, tire, flesh, hair, new car smell?
My wife and I drive a Prius and have come up with a term for when we try to pass someone, but they speed up preventing it. We call this PPP, the Prius Passing Problem. Most men in big trucks or sporty cars get hyper offended when a lil prius starts to pass so they'll suddenly speed up wildly to prevent the indignation.
Most frustratingly seen on small 2 lane roads when a passing lane starts. Lead car goes from 10 under the speed limit, straight into the passing lane at 20 over... those people...
Recently we had a coast trip, and on the way home we had a near death experience. All because one dude didn't know how to dude. Small two lane road, one lane going each direction. Guy towing a boat going at best, 5 mph under the speed limit and at worst 10+ under. No cruise control, just wildly different speeds the whole time.
For miles and miles I waited for the passing lane, figuring, "he should be easy to pass then I'll be home free." Well, guess he heard me and took it personally. It starts to rain, heavily. Passing lane in a mile, uphill, finally!
Passing lane begins, truck towing boat should immediately go to right lane and reduce speeds, correct? NOPE! Super dude decides to pull into left lane, Passing NO ONE, and FLOORS IT!!! On a 50mph UP HILL passing lane, boat guy gets into the left (passing) lane, speeds all the way up to 70, SOMEHOW STILL TOWING A FUCKING BOAT, and does his damndest to prevent the ENTIRE LINE OF CARS from passing him.
Remind you, this is all in the pouring rain! Slick Rick then decides, with 3/4 miles left on the passing lane and it now going DOWN HILL, having let NOT ONE FUCKING CAR pass, that this point is the optimal time to get over to the right lane, still going over the speed limit, towing a boat. The back draft off this boat was THICK! Like milk! Just a wall of white.
No FUCKING WAY, am I going to be stuck behind the most unobservant piece of speed police excrement. My lead foot takes over and I'm making this gap, no matter how hard he tries to keep the lead. Going downhill, around a corner, in the pouring rain, blinded by water draft from truck/boat, passing a big pickup truck partially in my lane, next to traffic flying the other direction, no median, going fast as fuck boi, I SAFELY passed said asshat, and made good time on the rest of the trip back home.
I know it was an entire experience for me, and he probably just woke up from a nap and was cranky, but it pains me to think about how that daft slab of skin covered organs could afford a boat lifestyle with that Neanderthal level of empathy.
That's it, rant over. Check your mirrors folks.
This needs to be changed to the "Freezer Burn" edit style.