I had an 02 Peugot with automated climate controls. Shits not new. it’s one of the few cases where I will not go back to the caveman way. automated headlights are another.
a case can be made for demister buttons but I haven’t owned a car made this century that would fog up so that’s a pull over and figure this shit out for the first time affair not a take your eyes off the road and dick around with controls physical or otherwise affair.
I think my “peak American” was that time many years ago when I went driving down the I35 interstate in rural Kansas…eating a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo.
It’s OK. The statute of limitations has long passed.
Although, now that I think of it, this might be my peak Italian moment, though I’m not of Italian ancestry…
We have a 2015 Toyota Highlander with automatic climate controls. Except when it’s 72° outside and 110° inside the car when I get in, I don’t want it lazily whispering 72° air at me (which it does sometimes), I want it to blow ice-fucking-cold air for several minutes so I don’t sweat my balls off waiting for the interior temp to come down. Having physical controls is quite nice for that. I can set it back to 72 or 69nice or whatever after the fact.
Both of my cars have automatic headlights, so 95% of the time we don’t really touch those controls. Every once in a while I’ll turn them on during a storm, when the light level isn’t quite low enough to trigger the headlights.
I had an 02 Peugot with automated climate controls. Shits not new. it’s one of the few cases where I will not go back to the caveman way. automated headlights are another.
a case can be made for demister buttons but I haven’t owned a car made this century that would fog up so that’s a pull over and figure this shit out for the first time affair not a take your eyes off the road and dick around with controls physical or otherwise affair.
Any car will fog up when you get in with 4 people in wet clothes while it rains.
again that’s not something you should be dealing with doing 110 on the freeway while steering with your knees and eating cup ramen.
I think my “peak American” was that time many years ago when I went driving down the I35 interstate in rural Kansas…eating a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo.
It’s OK. The statute of limitations has long passed.
Although, now that I think of it, this might be my peak Italian moment, though I’m not of Italian ancestry…
Anyway, it was
deliciousFazoli’s.Absolutely not. Italians may drive like madmen, but they drive well and are focussed.
Also why the hell would you add chicken to butter and parmigiano.
We have a 2015 Toyota Highlander with automatic climate controls. Except when it’s 72° outside and 110° inside the car when I get in, I don’t want it lazily whispering 72° air at me (which it does sometimes), I want it to blow ice-fucking-cold air for several minutes so I don’t sweat my balls off waiting for the interior temp to come down. Having physical controls is quite nice for that. I can set it back to 72 or 69nice or whatever after the fact.
Both of my cars have automatic headlights, so 95% of the time we don’t really touch those controls. Every once in a while I’ll turn them on during a storm, when the light level isn’t quite low enough to trigger the headlights.