Why two seats? So you can use the HOV lane, of course.
Found by: Jeffrey
Loveliest comment, by my mom: It’s going to stay right there, confronting the boulder, until someone develops a reverse gear for it.
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This is just going to go round in circles, isn’t it?
It’s going to stay right there, confronting the boulder, until someone develops a reverse gear for it.
but if it doesn’t have a reverse gear, why does it have a rear view mirror?
check drivers lipstick?
see who’s gaining on Chair?
I don’t see any way to steer it…
I think that’s why it is sitting in front of the boulder with the passengers conspicuously missing.
Note the joy stick on the left side of the front chair. I would guess that’s how you steer it and the lever on the left might put it in reverse. Or it might blow it up. I don’t know that I’d want to be carting around an extra gallon of gas with me.
There’s a line running from the gas can to the engine, so I’m supposing that it’s not an extra, it’s the gas tank.
There are small horizontal idler wheels next to the main wheels on the left side. It would appear from them that this is designed to run on a track of some sort, maybe even a normal gauge railroad track. Steering is not a concern for the driver.
Good catch, DrewE! – I think you’ve got it: it’s a rail-runner, and not really too bad a one. The controls are an on-off ignition switch, a joystick throttle, and the lever is a simple drag-brake. Set it onto an abandoned (or mostly disused) railroad route, and have a very nice day touring. The rearview mirror and front light are nice touches…
Good *catch*, man!
Who let the kludgefans in? :p
Aw, stop being mean or I’ll make up a song.
Too late.
Midnight on the City of New Orleans
Buyin’ gas in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we’ll be there by mornin’
Through the Mississippi darkness, rollin’ down to the sea.
And the chairs of old men porters
And the chairs of engineers
Ride their owner’s flyin’ carpet made of steel.
Faithful molded plastic seats
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Goodnight America, how are you?
Hey don’t you know me? I’m your native son.
I’m a chair they call the City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
I love it!
Ah, but clearly it is meant to be steered by the driver’s telekinetic powers.
The 2011 Kia Minima. Taking efficiency to a new level.
I don’t want to die….
I just want to ride my chaircy…
cle.
I don’t want a pickle
I just want to ride my chair…
cycle.
Wildchild Chair and cousin Doofus Chair were suddenly stopped in their tracks by Uncle Boulder who, calmly but implacably, asked what they intended to do about the wide swath of destruction they’d mowed down during their joyride through the family’s flower farm.
Belongs on either “There, I Fixed It”, or “That will Buff Out”. Possibly both….
This looks safe… what could possibly go wrong?