What is some of your Pet Peeve's

[scootr]

Been a minute but I went from Sacramento to LA (mom's house) or San Diego (girlfriend) quiet often in early 80's

In 1980 highway 15 from San Diego north was partially a 4 lane road with a couple of traffic and a few uncontrolled crossings times change - it's all 4 lane hwy with a center divide now

 

[Too many Kubotas]

Interesting. I wonder if it has more to do with weight distribution? The MG-B GT had an almost perfect 50/50 weight distribution, honestly something like 51%/49%. But the Golf GTI has listed distribution of 60%/40%, which horrendously bad, worse than most modern muscle cars.

On skid pad, the 60 mph stopping distance on a 1973 MG-B was listed at 175 - 185 feet, whereas the recent Golf GTI's have been around 100 - 110 feet. I'm not sure how that would translate to snow, but you'd better believe antilock would be working hard to achieve minimum stopping distance under any conditions, given the big brakes they put on those today have no trouble locking up.

Weight distribution could've been a factor, but the Golf R should be a bit better than a GTI, having the AWD.

Anyway, the brakes on either of my two cars might as well have been 5-inch drums. Doesn't matter how good they are on pavement when there's a few inches of very hardpacked slick snow on top of it.

Normally it should've come down to tires, but the Golf's superior tires didn't do any good when the ABS wouldn't let them do their job. And I should point out that I only applied light pressure on the pedal - all that should've been needed to slow down from about 50 to 10 mph over about 350 feet on that surface.

 

[Jstpssng]

^^^^^
Sometimes being able to lock the tires briefly allows them to cut through the snow to a more solid surface.
Or in my case yesterday, stopping when I put the brakes on would have kept me away from the ditch.

 

[Too many Kubotas]

In my case described above it would've taken a decent burnout with tire chains to get down to the pavement.

 

[dadohead]

The engineering principal behind ABS is that the coefficient of static friction is ALWAYS higher than the coefficient of dynamic friction (everything else being equal). Soooo... getting something to START sliding is harder than to KEEP it sliding. ABS is keeping the car operating in the static coefficient longer during the braking sequence. I'm more upset that they are mandated.... i have no vote.

Discussing rudeness... help me understand something please. I'm retired now but in the last 30 years I accompanied my wife numerous times to NYC for her work. Each trip I found the same thing: I can't walk next to her without getting hit.

I have studied this. We walk with the flow. No matter where I am though, I find i am constantly twisting to avoid somebody attempting to walk through me. I end up behind her... single file. Nobody is hitting her.... ever. WTH? i move back up and within seconds I'm taking a shot on the shoulder again. Really pisses me off! Are they all just giant dbags? Help me understand.

 

[Too many Kubotas]

Mandated things aren't necessarily good. When the CHP got their commercial vans they disabled the (early) ABS to make the brakes fully functional.

I understood why after blowing through a stop sign at the end of an offramp with irregular pavement.

Although, ABS has certainly evolved since. It was very impressive to experience what the system can do in collision avoidance maneuvers at Radford Racing. Then again, that was on smooth and dry pavement.

For the very most part I don't use brakes anymore, basically driving as if I don't have any. Which on a recent 900 mile trip I didn't.

 

[rontaki]

The engineering principal behind ABS is that the coefficient of static friction is ALWAYS higher than the coefficient of dynamic friction (everything else being equal). Soooo... getting something to START sliding is harder than to KEEP it sliding. ABS is keeping the car operating in the static coefficient longer during the braking sequence. I'm more upset that they are mandated.... i have no vote.

Discussing rudeness... help me understand something please. I'm retired now but in the last 30 years I accompanied my wife numerous times to NYC for her work. Each trip I found the same thing: I can't walk next to her without getting hit.

I have studied this. We walk with the flow. No matter where I am though, I find i am constantly twisting to avoid somebody attempting to walk through me. I end up behind her... single file. Nobody is hitting her.... ever. WTH? i move back up and within seconds I'm taking a shot on the shoulder again. Really pisses me off! Are they all just giant dbags? Help me understand.

You had me at NYC. I feel a bit proud for them, somebody has to be rude, and they took on the challenge and mastered it.

 

[Jstpssng]

I understood why after blowing through a stop sign at the end of an offramp with irregular pavement.

This sounds like rear wheel ABS. I had so many near misses in my Dakotas that I started running in 4WD at the first hint of snow, for the same reason you run your tractor in 4wd.

On one occasion I was coming up on an intersection with my snowsled on back. It was snowing so I started braking early, or so I thought. As I approached the stop sign I wasn't even slowing, and the town plow was approaching the intersection.
In desperation I slapped it into reverse; #### the transmission, I needed to stop. I went into the intersection sideways, sliding right in front of the plow truck; slapped it back into drive and kept going.

 

[rontaki]

This sounds like rear wheel ABS. I had so many near misses in my Dakotas that I started running in 4WD at the first hint of snow, for the same reason you run your tractor in 4wd.

On one occasion I was coming up on an intersection with my snowsled on back. It was snowing so I started braking early, or so I thought. As I approached the stop sign I wasn't even slowing, and the town plow was approaching the intersection.
In desperation I slapped it into reverse; #### the transmission, I needed to stop. I went into the intersection sideways, sliding right in front of the plow truck; slapped it back into drive and kept going.

I wonder if the town paid for the plow driver's new undies?

 

[Fuddyduddy1952]

I'm peeved after loosing my marbles...literally.
At my homeplace I found a big glass jar of marbles I probably had as a kid. I bring them home, it's raining and dark and they slip down onto wet leaves bursting. I get a pail picking through wet leaves and glass in the rain getting them up.
I'm sure I'll find more once leaves are gone.