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New Honda Civic previewed ahead of Malaysian launch
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Singaporean buyers to receive all-new 2022 Honda Civic in October; pricier than Civic FC!
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Spied: Production-spec 2022 Honda Civic FE spotted in China
The upcoming 2022 Honda Civic, known as the FE-generation Civic, has been spotted in China.
Honda City & Civic to be discontinued in Japan but not Malaysia, why?
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2020 Honda Civic (FC) facelift - new vs old specs, what's new?
After much anticipation, the 2020 Honda Civic facelift is now officially on sale.
New Platinum White Pearl colour for Honda Civic and Honda BR-V
Honda Malaysia has introduced a brand-new Platinum White Pearl colour option to the 2020 Honda Civic
The Honda Civic in 10 Generations - The best car from Honda?
Civic, the second-generation Honda Civic adopted styling cues from the Honda Accord.
Honda Civic takes on PDRM patrol car duties
previously reported that the Royal Malaysia Force (PDRM) has put in an order of 425 units of the 2020 Honda
Rendered: 2022 Honda Civic Prototype imagined as Malaysian Police Car
The latest vehicle to be used by our police force is the Honda Civic FC.In escort livery.
Toyota Corolla Altis vs Honda Civic: Who should buy which?
Where the Toyota Corolla Altis and Honda Civic used to rule the roost, now they battle for scraps left
What’s inside each and every Police Honda Civic?
Back in 2020, we reported that Honda Malaysia will be supplying the Honda Civic 1.8 S as police cars,
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The Civic nameplate has been a constant staple in the Honda’s product line-up since 1972.
All-new 2021 Honda Civic – New vs old, more lit or wack?
Honda Civic in a Twitch livestream.Based on what we’ve seen so far, it looks lit and Civic stans
Honda Civic now on patrol duty in Shah Alam
Soon wrong-doers in Shah Alam will find an angry Honda Civic police car breathing down their necks, as
Honda Civic Hatchback to make world debut in Nov 2021
Hot on the heels of the unveiling of the 11th-generation Honda Civic sedan, it looks like its sibling
New Honda Civic now open for bookings
Honda Sensing and LaneWatch now available First time with 18-inch alloy wheels Front parking sensors
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Roughly four months after the all-new 2021 Honda Civic made its global debut on video streaming platform
Honda ships more than 2,900 units of the 2020 Honda Civic
Honda Malaysia today announced that their 2020 Honda Civic has sold more than 2,900 units nationwide,
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Is there a car on the road that always makes you shudder when you see one and why?
A teenager looking down at their cell phone while driving. An old car, usually a Dodge Dart with only some knuckles on the steering wheel and a white tuft of hair visible. A pickup loaded with so much stuff, that its ass is sagging and the rear tires are bulging from the excess weight. A car going over 80 MPH in traffic. A car in the fast lane who is not going fast. A slow-moving vehicle on a 2-lane road with a line of cars behind them who will not pull over to let them by. A beat up Honda Civic with a fart can, a riveted body kit and a giant wing on the back. A lifted 4x4 truck with giant wheels, but low profile tires. Any car still wearing a campaign bumper sticker from a previous election. Any vehicle playing a booming car stereo so loud it can be heard 3 blocks away. Any motorcycle with pipes so loud that it literally causes physical pain. Any police car that speeds through traffic, only to stop at a Starbucks. For me, it’s usually more about the owner or driver, than about the car…
What’s the big deal about bump stocks I hear they were worthless?
Bump stocks are as silly as the rear wing on a Honda civic. All the latter does is bust your knuckles when washing the car.
Have you ever run into someone who you knew growing up, but you didn’t recognize them anymore?
Thanks for asking. Aside from a year or two across the decades, I’ve lived in the same county for most of my half-century on the planet. In the sit-com that is my life, many original cast members have made returning guest appearances from time to time for reunions, visiting their parents, or passing through on the latest mid-life nostalgia tour. Most of them, like me, have had the lines of experience folded, cut or gouged into their faces and most of us have inflated quite a bit with the spoils of adulthood, but I can usually see the kid or teenager or adult I used to know lurking in their older eyes. Now, the further back I go the less likely I am to recognize someone. For example, I worked with a woman for about a year before we realized we were in the same church choir. I had a faint memory of her cleft chin and distinct nose, but it took a lot of names and places for me to put them together into an identity. That’s pretty common. Then there was Kyle. Holy shit, Kyle. I met Kyle when we were in our late 20s, early thirties which dates us around the attacks of 9/11. This guy was a hulk. Six-five and totally incapable of fitting into anything smaller than a Honda Civic. He played football in high school, went to the gym, tried unsuccessfully to start a softball team in our office (we were more about Dungeons & Dragons or Call of Cthulhu than sportsball) and genuinely a great guy to work with. A model of reserved but strong Republican maleness in a blue-collar world, Kyle was sometimes referred to as “eugenics’ wet dream” by the smarter of asses in our group. He was also very quiet and compulsive about routine and order, which made him a great production manager. His other nickname was “OCDK.” When things did not go to plan - short or long term - or fell out of his ability to control, Kyle would begin to shut down and have to work through his brain manual to keep things moving. Kyle was married to a local news reporter who took fitness as seriously as he did and the couple was often seen running along the river tracks at lunch or stopping in after a workout to show off their glistening abs and rock bodies. Her telegenic looks and his chiseled form and square jaw made them the hosts of every three AM infomercial for a ridiculous fitness contraption. I heard the couple was separating about a week before I left for another job. The team took Kyle out for some drinks and sympathy. Even then, he had undergone a profound transformation. His shoulders slumped and his eyes sank into dead orbs that made you feel cold and sick just to look at him. She was moving to another station out west and there was another man in the picture. He was not angry or sad - just dead. That’s how I left him. A few years ago, I was fighting a hoard of Walmartians to gather up holiday supplies when I swear to Squidward the guy on the Brawny paper towel roll patted me on the shoulder to get my attention. I had no idea who the man in the red-black flannel shirt and beanie hat was with the broken nose over a red-gray-brown unshaped hedge of a beard. He was shaped like a pear; an upside-down pear. His chest alone would not fit into anything smaller than a Honda Civic. His hands were like old, worn leather. I had to glance up half a foot to identify this Paul Bunyon cosplayer who smelled like sawdust and cinnamon for some reason. He said, “Rudy! Holy heck, it IS you! How are ya, man?!” I spun through the old directory in my brain coming up with zero hits. “I’m…good. I think…” My expression told him everything he needed. “Kyle. Kyle from [work].” This blew my mind. Kyle was a working man in worn jeans and steel-toed workboots the size of troopships. He wore the skin of an outdoorsman, rough and cured by sun and wind. From the look of him, I immediately thought of a forester or an arctic oil rigger. When I shook his hand, it was like gripping a statue and I felt his grip for about a day after. “Holy hell, man!” Turned out that Kyle went full Hemingway after his divorce. He met his wife’s lover and beat him so bad he would never appear on television again. He slithered out of any legal consequences for it, somehow, and just set out across the world. All that anger and grief he felt at her betrayal he put into boating and hiking, then hooked up with a guy who taught him to work on a fishing boat and then captain one. When the lanes dried up, he just moved on, banked his earnings, strapped on a backpack and walked the Appalachians for a year until he injured himself in Georgia and made friends with a doctor who spent part of his time on a ranch in Alberta. He worked as a ranch hand after that as well as a part-time bare-knuckle fighter, won thousands off of that, knocked up a married woman, and had to flee north to a logging company. All of this info was dumped on me in the cereal aisle at Walmart. “Holy shit, Kyle. I have been sitting at the same desk for nearly a decade.” He laughed loud and long. He seemed to laugh and smile with little effort or reason. I saw the Kyle I knew in his eyes but he seemed to be occupying an entirely new body, hair long, beard unchecked, and swole to a ridiculous degree. Our association years past didn’t warrant a sit-down. He was in town for the first Christmas with his elderly parents in a long time. He never married, but he did admit to the possibility of a “squad of Kyles” across the continent. I was taken aback by this admission and his cavalier attitude about it, but this seemed to fit the M.O. of this Kyle. I was not surprised to learn that his job at that time was touring with a major wrestling organization as a trainer and choreographer. He nearly broke my shoulder wishing me a Merry Christmas and lumbered off to a cart full of what I presumed were gifts. I never saw him again. The post-script to our relationship was the news about a year ago that Kyle was dead. I can’t confirm how or even that it happened. It’s not like the guy was on social media. If there was an office pool for his CoD, the good money would be wrestling bears in an alien arena orbiting Venus. Maybe executed by a king for impregnating all his wives in a single night and sleeping in the next morning. Wherever and whatever, Kyle…holy shit, man.
Why are the mentally ill unable to realize that they are mentally ill?
Fair warning: this is going to get ridiculous. It’s a conscious / subconscious issue, and it comes from things feeling very real. Right now, you’re unaware of the fridge humming in the background, the birds making noise outside, cars on the street, wind at your window, the fan in your house, etc. You may not even be noticing the brightness of the screen you’re reading on. You’ve automatically discarded ambient noise as not worth paying attention to. In a way, that means none of it is “real,” but other things have gotten your attention. Maybe your dog barking, maybe your phone vibrating, maybe someone coughing outside. It’s intuitive to think that ,you, decided that the coughing person was worth paying attention to. You didn’t. This feels a little like going the wrong way down a one-way street. The background processes in your brain (let’s call them the subconscious) had already decided that the coughing sound would be important, heard the sound, and then your awareness and thoughts about the sound were just there for the ride. ,Your brain pushed the person coughing into your awareness so you could decide what to do with it. Why does this matter? You need to understand that your brain decided what you would be aware of, not you. The system that determines what information is important and what is not can have a breakdown. Anyone with ADHD or who has smoked weed can tell you this. Someone with ADHD is constantly getting distracted by things because their brain accidentally tells them they are important. When high, this system breaks down and allows thinking of things / in ways you typically wouldn’t have, because your senses are heightened and you normally would have automatically discarded that information. That’s the sensory side of it. Now look at the processing side of it. Now that subconscious has given you this gem of information, what will you do with it? Welcome to the cognitive process. Your forebrain gets to decide what to do with this information - it’s an ingredient for a new a cocktail, you’re going to decide what other ingredients to go with it, and then you’re going to throw it back down the hatch for your brain to drink. Just like you did last time. What happened last time? Someone talked. Instead of your eyes glazing over, what they said about coronavirus was alarming. You got scared, and then packed that sense of fear as it relates to coronavirus coughs into your subconscious. Before, coughing could be someone with allergies or a smoker. Now, every cough could be coronavirus. You are hyper-sensitive and your processing of the information has changed. Paranoia is a form of mental illness. So is hypochondria. Cognitive biases are a thing. They frequently happen when we have emotional responses and are trying to process them. We screw this up a lot. I can’t get into them, but you need to understand them to get it. Ok, ok, ok. So what about the mentally ill? Mental illness is a spectrum thing - but you essentially have varying degrees of sensory alteration and cognitive alteration / distortion. The lack of awareness comes from your subconscious paying attention to all sorts of things disproportionately, which relates to chemical imbalances or other system loops malfunctioning as related to mental illnesses. It is really hard to imagine, but things bubbling in the back of your subconscious start shifting around. I’m going to go on a silly example here of how your perception can change when your subconscious shifts just a little bit. Here’s what the subconscious has arranged for today: Taking center stage in your subconscious is that road rage incident from 3 years ago (remember when the guy in the yellow Honda Civic got out of his car screaming at you for texting at the stoplight?) that you have inexplicably been thinking about lately. Remember that documentary you saw about gangs and gang colors? You guessed it - for some bizarre reason gangs are really relevant to you right now. Covid19 still bugging you? In the back of your mind, it came from China and despite the irrelevance, your subconscious has decided that its origin is a very very important thing right now. I’ll italicize its use of cognitive biases below: Now every time you see a yellow Honda you are freaking out a little bit., You start to notice that those yellow Honda drivers are so aggressive! ,Even though they’re doing the same thing as everyone else. You just aren’t noticing anyone else’s driving. So you hop over to your local pharmacy to pick up some medicine. You are parking in the parking lot and a yellow Honda Civic rolls in. It has fancy wheels and a noisy exhaust on it. You’re starting to sweat and then you really notice the noise..., Cars with noisy exhausts are always breaking the law and street racing and speeding! They are law-breakers! Something very bad is going to happen. Then the icing on the cake. You’re frozen in your seat because the only thing you can notice on the whole block right now is this yellow Honda Civic. The rest of the world might as well not exist. The car parks and not only does a 70 year old asian woman get out, but she’s wearing a red mask, reminding you of the gang documentary. ,Oh my god it’s a damn gangster. She’s got a gangster’s mask… it looks a lot like a bandana! She’s organized crime!! Is she Chinese? Oh my god the Chinese mafia going to get me. I’m getting the hell out of here! Your cocktail you’re about to throw down for your brain to drink is made of: yellow Civics are aggressors. covid19 is out to get me. red bandanas are gangsters. covid19 came from China. = ,this yellow civic driver is a coronavirus gangster out to get me as some kind of criminal action, probably some organized crime conspiracy! Your knuckles tighten around the wheel, going white. Chinese grandma (she’s Korean, by the way) who is borrowing her grandson’s Civic looks at you, curious as to why you’ve just been sitting in your car and staring at her instead of pulling into a parking stop… SHE SEES ME. STOP LOOKING AT ME! SHE KNOWS I’M ON TO HER. SHE’S GOING TO MAKE SURE I DON’T TELL ANYONE BY ERASING ME FROM THE FACE OF THIS PLANET. You throw it into first and burn rubber, barely looking or slowing down as you flee the parking lot, almost hitting a group of 10 kids riding electric scooters. You don’t even notice them. It sounds ridiculous, but when the subconscious feeds specific data to the mind and the mind processes that data using strong cognitive biases instead of calm and rational objectivity and logic, it believes its narrative. These thought patterns become a spiral and feed into each other - such that the cocktails disturb the subconscious more and more every time and even more ridiculous experiences are had until the person is ultimately deemed to be crazy. It’s not that different from when someone rejects you and you take it personally, instead of realizing the rejection had nothing to do with you. It being about you was all in your head, based on paying attention to and processing the wrong information the wrong ways. To put it succinctly, the mentally ill are not self aware because the things they are feeling and seeing may not make sense to you, but to that person they feel feel very real.
What are some of the most interesting experiences you've had at a hotel?
More of a motel then a hotel: One morning my friend that lived in Chicago called and asked if I wanted to meet her at an outlet mall and visit a brewery located around Michigan City area. Michigan City is located in Indiana along the Lake Michigan coastline. This was about a 2.5 hour drive from Indianapolis and 2.5 hour drive for her from the suburbs of Chicago. It was a beautiful sunny day, although a bit chilly. We shopped had a great lunch and sampled good beer. The snow started to fall and we decided that it would be best to head home. I was driving a Nissan 350Z at the time, the low profile was not made for snow. White knuckling this sports car through 5 inches + of snow I decided it would be best to get off the road and spend the night in a motel. I pulled into a gas station and started calling places the first three places had no vacancy. My only option at that point was a Super 8 motel or drive another 15 miles to the next place with rooms. I chose to stay at the Super 8. This was not the nicest looking place, they only had smoking rooms available. I drove around and parked close to my room, while I am gathering up my stuff someone knocks on the metal hood of my car. It startled me because it was not expected. I look up and there is this woman waving at me, she then proceed to blow me a kiss. She comes around to my window and says you should stop by later then struts off. I don’t like judging people by their appearance but from what I could tell she was a prostitute, I mean who else would wear tall heals, a short skirt and a low cut top in the middle of a snowstorm. To my dismay she entered the room right next to mine. I go into my smokey smelling room, pop open the bottle of Jack I had bought and flip on the TV. I was in the mood for Jack and Coke but without ice it was just not satisfying. I decide to try and go to sleep, about that time there was a knock at my door. I peer through the peep hole to see two gentlemen standing out front. Like I was going to answer that door! From the yelling and paper thin walls I found out they had wanted the room next to mine. Now from the sounds coming from the next room, my suspicions of her being a lady of the night turned out to be true. Either that or it was one heck of a pillow fight. All night people entered the room next to mine, and twice more my door was knocked on. I did not get any sleep that night, I tried to move rooms but because of the snow storm they where booked. I also have more stories from working at hotels. Like the time the 550 room hotel was booked solid with a… pyramid scam group. (My words not theirs) I made no money that week, but did end up with 50 business cards and advise of “If you want to become a millionaire call me” Oh really, your 1992 Honda civic with a missing side mirror, and a driver side door that does not open tells me you have not hit a million yourself. But i really appreciate the offer. Or the time we had a Planned Parenthood ball at the hotel. Complete with protesters and bomb threats. I made a ton of money valeting cars that night! I would gladly go through the craziness again for that kind of money. A Christian student retreat that took place every year, I guarantee at least 5 pregnancies a year come from that event. These straight laced good christian kids like to hide and have sex in every place they could. We had to complete rounds every 20 minutes and every time we found kids having sex in stairwells, behind planters, the bathrooms, and nook and cranny of that hotel. I have seen and had conversations with all kinds of people, heard life stories, triumphs, a woman left at the alter cried her eyes out talking to me one night. I still remember some of these people and often wonder how their life is going. I got asked for drugs and if I knew any prostitutes on a weekly basis. I have many stories from those hotels.
What made you want to start carrying a weapon concealed?
Many years ago, I went to the range with my best friend. After, we went to his place, cleaned the guns, watched a film, then yapped a few hours. And, since my parents (okay…Mom…) didn’t like firearms, he let me keep the few things I had at his house. It was closing on “after midnight” on a Saturday, and I was headed for home. On a side street I almost (literally…) ran into a car whose driver was driving about 10 mph in a 35. I, being both sober and irritated, flashed my lights at him. Which had the effect of making him slow down. Further compounding my error, I, at that point, elected to obey traffic laws, as it was a “two way street with a turn lane down the middle and therefore, no passing is allowed”. At this time, there was no traffic light, but a stop sign where this side road hit a more major 4 lane road. Anyways, guy pulled across both right lane and left turn lane, and got out. And, let’s just say he was not only drunk, but built like a dump truck. Started screaming at me. “Why’d you flash your lights at me? That’s illegal! I ought to call the cops! Fuck you! I could pull you out of your window and stomp you into the pavement you little fuck!” At which point, I came to a realization. I’m 5′8″. Probably at that point weighed about 140 soaking wet. And while I’ve worked a physical job most of my life, a power lifter or bare knuckle boxer I am not, nor have I ever aspired to be. As for fights? At this point in life it had been almost a decade since a minor incident on the school bus had resulted in me punching a fellow and us both being required to “not ride for a few days because fight”. And this guy had me by about 200 pounds plus drunk. And by “drunk” I mean, I could smell the liquor from inside my car. I know what some people are thinking. “Hell, Miller, why didn’t you call the cops and report him for DUI and whatnot?” That’s easy, because at that point cell phones had crap reception if a person had one, and in 1999, I hadn’t even used one more than a few times. But anyways…after screaming at me about pulling me out of my car and breaking every bone in my body for having the nerve to question his slow driving (yeah…I did ask him why he was driving so slow which pissed him off even more), he finally turned to his car to drive away. But then the woman in the car piped up. “I can’t believe you’re going to let that little fucker disrespect you like that, what kind of man are you!” He turned back toward me, and while it was pretty dark, he had this look in his eyes that I didn’t like. At this point, I disregarded traffic laws and not only went into the oncoming traffic lane, I decided running a stop sign was less a risk than this angry giant getting ahold of me. Quite frankly, the Honda Civic I was driving might not have stopped him if he’d stepped in front of me, and I about hit the curb making sure of that. I drove in circles for about an hour, running stop signs, hoping that eventually the guy would give up because when I took off he got in his car and gave chase. I could see the two people and almost hear them screaming at me to “pull over and get smashed into the pavement” but that might have been my imagination. I probably at that point had a Swiss Army Knife, and I might even have had some sort of folding, locking blade knife, but nothing that could stop an enraged drunk person. I believe it was about halfway into my journey of detour with the occasional lament that “there’s never a cop when you need one”, I wistfully recalled my freshly cleaned and oiled Colt 45 automatic that, being locked in a friend’s safe a mere few miles away, it may as well have been on Mars for all the good its ownership was doing for me. Now here’s the conundrum. After I finally lost my pursuers and made it home, and got the third degree from the parents about “being out late without calling” and got calmed down to explain I didn’t plan to be an hour later than I planned… I went to bed. I’ll be truthful,the next day I did call my friend and go to his house, and get my pistol. But there was a minor detail. In Ohio, there was no such thing as a “carry permit”. Sure, one could “openly carry” a pistol in public, but in a vehicle, it had to be unloaded and ideally not accessible to the driver. However. Ohio did have what was called the “prudent man” doctrine. Meaning, it would be considered an affirmative defense to “carrying a concealed weapon” if one was “acting as a prudent man”. I won’t claim to have carried around a gun when it was illegal. Because I never needed one, it doesn’t matter if I did or not. I do know of people who basically figured, “better to be judged by 12 than carried by 6”, so they basically decided the choice between “being legal” and “protecting themselves” was one they had to make on their own. And, besides, if one was involved in a defensive situation where a gun was needed, criminal charges would be the last thing on their mind if they survived. Unless one was stupid or somehow the gun “got found” which probably meant they had done something extra stupid, who was going to know? I will also say, when Ohio floated the idea of “Permits” after the law against carry got struck down, I took the class. Then when the law actually got passed over the objection of the guy who said he was fine with it then changed his mind (Taft…), and the class needed an “extra”, I did that. I once Permits were being given out, I made an application in the adjoining county, about a month after it was “allowed”, got signed up for an appointment. Irony. Guy in line after me ran the local FunShop. He typically was an “open carrier”, which about 90% of people who worked at gun shops did, at least at work, however, he did it around town. Walk to the bank around the corner from his shop? Yeah, he had a pistol in a holster. And so did the other people who worked with him. But even though he had a Class 3 Dealer License, to be legal, he’d have to unload his pistol before heading out the door. Good thing no “nefarious individuals” ever decided a great way to get ahold of a pile of blasters was, to wait for a gun shop owner to close up the store then stick an (illegally carried of course) gun in their face and say, “hey, let’s go back in so we can do some after hours browsing.”
If a god of some religion got bored and gave all of his powers and knowledge to you, what would you do?
Any god from any religion, you say? Well, well. This should be pretty fun. I nominate a GREAT god, the VERY BEST god, and believe me, I know a lot of people that say this god is the MOST BEST GOD. I’m talking about… A goddess, actually. I choose ,Glory,, a la Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Because pretty much all gods/goddesses have kinda similar powers, basically, and if I get to choose, then who’s to say I can’t choose one played by Clare Kramer? I’m suddenly imbued with magic god powers, don’t question my life choices! I’d be receiving a whopping load of ,near-invulnerability,, ,super-strength,, ,super-speed,, ,omnilingualism,, and to top it all off, plain old ,magic. Tell me that’s not a sweet deal! I don’t really have all the boring omnipresence and all-knowingness of the other answers here, but that’s okay because while they make the world a great place to live in for everyone else, I’m just going to run around like an invincible stupid college kid. FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, I’m probably going to use my newly found speed to rob a liquor store. I won’t take too much, I swear, just enough for me and my ride or die to turn all the way up in celebration of my awesome new powers. Presumably my powers come with the power to give other people some of my power to, so I’d also be sure to hit her up with some of this good magic. Next, I’d use my magic magic powers to make some cash. Like, literally make some cash. I’d use it to pay for the booze, after we sobered up. Next up, I’d walk right up to my least favorite professor and tell her all about herself. In Finnish. Because I might be a god, but I still have to graduate. She’d probably be confused, so I’d feign ignorance, and forever after, she’d try to convince the world that I was a strange super-powered mutant or something, but nobody else would ever know. It’d be hilarious, trust me. Next up, I would probably use my super-strength to get fit real fast. What’s the point in being a god if my abs aren’t chiseled!? I’d then go and find a girlfriend, with my new sexy body and ability to make flowers just grow, because magic. Everybody loves magic bouquets! And I guess my normal not-god powers of being really witty and cringe-inducing on the internet. Those will probably come in handy too. But point is, I need a girlfriend for this next part. Using my super-strength and super-speed, I will give her the best super-sonic piggyback ride ever, all the way to the top of a really cool mountain or something. Where we can watch the sunset and have a nice picnic. At that point, I’d probably get kinda tired of having to use my powers all the time, so we’d end up going home and playing some video games. If I really wanted to, I could also totally buy a lottery ticket and just change the winning numbers to my numbers, that way I could pay off ,most, of my crippling student debt, and fund me and my roommate’s eventual bar, and her hair salon/tattoo shop. And I’d buy a cool car. A really cool car! I’m talkin’ a jet black 1960 Jaguar, a car with pizzazz, with style! What kind of god drives a Honda Civic? I’d also see if I could actually break my phone before it breaks my knuckles. The true test of time! A superpowerful minor deity versus a knockoff Nokia flip phone! Pretty sure my invincible knuckles would be sore the next day.
What sort of person buys a car that can do 0-60 in 4 seconds and a top speed of 180MPH and never goes faster than 55MPH?
I don’t care for high top speeds at all, but I really enjoy having the power for quick acceleration. It’s exhilarating just by my own admission, but 0–60 times are a measure of performance because it’s how quick at which a vehicle can get from a complete stop to highway speeds. It became a benchmark for performance and bragging rights, but it also has roots in a real world application and can be safe in the right hands. A car that goes 0–60 in under 4 seconds at full acceleration may be unnecessary, but it can also get up to that speed in around 6 seconds with half or quarter throttle. Meaning it can effortlessly get up to speed at the same rate as a Honda Civic without thrashing the car to make it go that fast. Just because one has 400+HP or so does not mean they have to use all of it. The throttle on my 325HP vehicle rarely exceeds 30% in daily driving (or 3500RPM). My overbearing traction control doesn’t kick in at all and the vehicle feels perfectly normal. Push past 50% throttle, downshift and all hell breaks loose in the rear end, but there is never any real need to use that power during my daily commute and I don’t drive the speed limit, nor do I speed excessively. I still get brisk acceleration but without any drama, causing a scene or endangering any lives. For the opposite end of the spectrum, I used to drive a non-turbocharged diesel SUV with a 4″ lift and 35″ tall tires. I had about 150HP on a good day and getting on the highway without a big headstart was dangerous. I had about a 12 second 0–60MPH time with modifications (including a military Humvee injection pump) and it sucked. Luckily there is no highways around my isolated area, but when I took it out of town it was white knuckle on the road because of the lack of acceleration. During busy time, I got honked at a lot, people had to slow down drastically and I could have caused a pile up when trying to merge. ——————————————————————————————————————— Top speed should be a track only thing or to brag about how much power and/or how aerodynamic your vehicle is (some people don’t feel they have to brag, but rather just enjoy the engineering that goes into their driving apparatus). It does not have any real world, non-racing driving applications outside of the Autobahn really. That’s pretty much all there can be said on the matter.
What is MacPherson's strut suspension?
I assumed everybody knows about MacPherson's strut suspension by now, so this is going to be a bit off-topic. It is not about the standard MacPherson's strut suspension, but the suspension design derived from MacPherson's strut which makes the story complete. Now, what is MacPherson's strut suspension? Put it in the simplest explanation, it is a double-wishbone with ZERO length top link, the most extreme version of long-short-arm double-wishbone. So it does have some properties of a double-wishbone: it has some degree of camber gain, it can avoid positive camber compare to swing axle, and it’s independent. But unlike the double-wishbone, the camber, caster, kingpin angle all coupled together in motion, which makes it hard to optimize. Also, the strut-steering-axle configuration results in an awkward kingpin position, you either scarify the kingpin inclination or scrub radius, which I think is more of a problem rather than camber gain. But that’s to the standard type of MacPherson's strut suspension, improvement has been done over the years to address all these issues to some degree. This really makes the MacPherson's strut, or more generally speaking, strut-type suspension successful. The first / simplest type of improvement is the separated tension-rod design. It has different names for this design: diagonal arm, torque arm, radius rod or some other names, but I think tension rod is the most understandable and known to the JDM communities. It has the separated front control arm (tension rod) linked to the rear arm (main arm) in the lower section, usually a ball joint in the very front and bushing in the back on the tension rod. From the static view it’s almost identical to the standard MacPherson's strut, but the tension rod and the main arm can be adjusted independently, it allows the camber / caster / steering adjustment less coupled or easier in some degree. Also, I think it has to use rubber bushing in some places and allows the suspension geometry to be flexible, similar to the Weissach axle design, which improves the dynamic of the suspension. Something like better anti-dive / anti-lift, or slightly better camber / caster gain in motion depends on where to use bush or ball joint. This is all you need for racing, and this type of MacPherson's strut has been used in some of the most successful racing cars and sports cars: Nissan 240Z, Toyota AE86, BMW E30/E46 M3 DTM racer (not road going car), Porsche 935 and all 911s after 1999. Porsche 991 suspension with separated front control arm (tension-rod), source: Porsche The next type closer to tension-rod design is MacPherson's strut suspension with virtual steering axis. Similar to the tension-rod design it has separated lower control arms, but both control arms linked to the wheel knuckle to form a virtual steering axis further inward to the wheel center without actually push the wheel knuckle too much. This would allow a better king-pin position in terms of scrub radius, and leave enough space for large brake with relatively small size wheel. It is more of a compromise between economy and sportiness, and can be seen in most modern BMW 1 /2 /3 /4 series and Mercedes C class before 2019. BMW M3 (F80) suspension with separated lower control arms, source: BMW-M Both tension-rod and virtual-axle design addressed some cons of MacPherson's strut suspension design, but not the kingpin inclination because of the existent of steering-axle-strut blocked by the wheel. To have a better kingpin angle, it needs to move the steering axle away from the strut, which becomes the Hi-per-strut / RevoKnuckle / Dual-Axis Strut design. It has the steering axle separated and inside the wheel (in-wheel MacPherson's strut?). Such design solves both kingpin inclination and scrub radius at the same time, arguably the most important update to the original MacPherson's strut design so far. It prevents some of the inherited problems of front-wheel-drive with MacPherson's strut such as torque steering, with the only drawback is the need for large enough wheel to fit everything inside (19” to 20” wheels). Some of the most sounded hot-hatch has this type of suspension, such as Honda Civic Type-R (FK-8) and Ford Focus RS. Honda Civic Type-R Dual-Axis Strut Front Suspension, source: Honda But what if somebody wants all the benefit from all types of MacPherson’s strut design, plus the camber gain of double-wishbone suspension? Toyota makes this possible with the introduction of Celica ST205 and super-strut suspension. To be honest I never quite understand the geometry of this suspension, even though Toyota did a very good job of explaining it. It has the ‘in-wheel’ steering axle point such as Hi-Per strut, but also separated lower control arms to have virtual steering axle. It also has an upper control arm similar to double-wishbone and a camber-control-arm unique to this design. It is such a complex design I think calling it strut-type is no longer suitable. The only reason I can think of is to have all the best stuff in the tight space of the transverse front-engine car and uses only 3 mounting points for each suspension set. Sadly, the history of Toyota ST205 was famous in another way and it killed the Toyota rallying effort for a long time along with the super-strut suspension design. Toyota Super-Strut suspension, source: Toyota One additional thing is MacPherson's strut with torsion bar design. It is a standard MacPherson's strut by all means, but often being mention because it was used in Porsche 911. What makes it unique is the torsion bar for sure, but there is something I think should be clarified. Early 911 body was known to be quite soft, or at least not as strong as some other sports car of the same era. This is because it’s a unibody design without a large center tunnel for rigidity. Torsion bar design means the strut tower only holds the shock absorber damper but not the spring, which doesn't need to be strong. each suspension only required 2 reinforced mounting points rather than 3 if coil-spring was used, and that allows a soft body car to still have a decent suspension dynamic. Porsche 911 classic torsion bar front suspension, source: Elephant Racing There may be some other type of MacPherson's strut suspension I don’t know about, but it is quite an interesting topic if you dig deep into it, and not just the a basic suspension thing for the cheapest car.
Is an older Honda Civic for $3000 or just any car that is reliable worth buying if it has 200,000 to 300,000 miles on it? As a first car.
That mileage is high, but you need to learn how cars work sometime. Prepare for it to break, and prepare to learn to diagnose and fix it yourself. This will be a very valuable life skill. Use YouTube and join forums for your car. Car models generally break in the same way. For instance - 2009 F150 engine clattering? Valve tensioners. BMW v10 knocking? Rod bearings. Etc. All cars have known things they do. Just go on the forum and type “my car is doing X” and they will give you good guidance on what it likely is. Civics are very cheap and usually easy to work on. Get tools from Amazon / Home Depot / Harbor Freight, get parts from Napa / O’Reilleys, get instructions from YouTube. Prepare to curse and sweat and bang your knuckles, and to be proud and confident when you fix it and you are cruising down the street in your car that YOU fixed yourself. Good luck!
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What is the Driver/Front Passenger Seat Airbags of Honda Civic?
Here are the Driver/Front Passenger Seat Airbags and variants of Honda Civic:
Variants 2020 Honda Civic 1.5TC 2020 Honda Civic 1.5TC Premium 2020 Honda Civic 1.8S 2018 Honda Civic 1.8S 2018 Honda Civic 1.5TC 2018 Honda Civic 1.5TC Premium Driver/Front Passenger Seat Airbags Y/Y Y/Y Y/Y Y/Y Y/Y Y/Y Tell me the Chassis of Honda Civic.
The Chassis of the Honda Civic are as follow:
Variants 2020 Honda Civic 1.5TC 2020 Honda Civic 1.5TC Premium 2020 Honda Civic 1.8S 2018 Honda Civic 1.8S 2018 Honda Civic 1.5TC 2018 Honda Civic 1.5TC Premium Driven Wheels Front Wheel Drive Front Wheel Drive Front Wheel Drive Front Wheel Drive Front Wheel Drive Front Wheel Drive Chassis Type Unibody Unibody Unibody Unibody Unibody Unibody Front Suspension MacPherson Strut MacPherson Strut MacPherson Strut MacPherson Strut MacPherson Strut MacPherson Strut Rear Suspension Multi Link Multi Link Multi Link Multi-Link Multi-Link Multi-Link Adaptive Suspension Front Tyres 215/50R17 235/40ZR18 215/55R16 215/55R16 215/50R17 215/50R17 Rear Tyres 215/50R17 235/40ZR18 215/55R16 215/55R16 215/50R17 215/50R17 Spare Tyre Space Saver Space Saver Space Saver Not Full Not Full Not Full Does Honda Civic has Immobilizer?
Yes, Honda Civic has Immobilizer, which are: 2020 Honda Civic 1.5TC, 2020 Honda Civic 1.5TC Premium, 2020 Honda Civic 1.8S, 2018 Honda Civic 1.8S, 2018 Honda Civic 1.5TC, 2018 Honda Civic 1.5TC Premium.
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