Accidental Tech Podcast669: Ternus, Take the Wheel
https://atp.fm/669
More Apple-executive turnover, and the risks and upsides of leadership change.
Reid@atpfm I'm an avid spectator of _ can't drive in the _. Grew up in the PNW, where "nobody can drive in the snow" (and, like Richmond, there's minimal snow-clearing equipment so school could be cancelled for days, and no plows in the neighborhood for the better part of a week).
Spent my teenage days sliding my cars around in the rain (and occasional snow) for funsies. I gotta say, though, the wet snow the west coast gets is as slick as snot, and the terrain can easily make it impassable to anything without snow tires.
I live in the Bay Area now, where, famously, “nobody can drive in the rain”. FWIW, the first rain of the season is no joke; all the oils come out of the road and I bet that's what @caseyliss saw in LA. Again, never crashed in it, but I've certainly been surprised.
Spent my teenage days sliding my cars around in the rain (and occasional snow) for funsies. I gotta say, though, the wet snow the west coast gets is as slick as snot, and the terrain can easily make it impassable to anything without snow tires.
I live in the Bay Area now, where, famously, “nobody can drive in the rain”. FWIW, the first rain of the season is no joke; all the oils come out of the road and I bet that's what @caseyliss saw in LA. Again, never crashed in it, but I've certainly been surprised.
Michael Lewis@rconti @atpfm @caseyliss This is the comment I came to make if nobody else had - it rains so infrequently in LA that the oil build up makes roads VERY slick. Pair that with drivers unaccustomed to weather of any kind…
The irony is that LA has the single most aggressively comprehensive “street cleaning” I have ever seen. Obviously brushes don’t do much to oils on the road.
970HkyDad@therett @rconti @atpfm @caseyliss My dad taught me how to drive in the snow at oh-dark-thirty in the mall parking lot. He would point left and say “watch that!” and then pull the hand break. Carried a walking stick that he’d jab the gas or brake with. And it ain’t great for the tranny, but he’d nudge the stick from 3rd to neutral when I wasn’t watching. (Our Opal Cadet didn’t seem to mind too much.) His philosophy was, you don’t know where the limits are if you don’t cross them a few times.