In Defense of Tesla’s Autopilot, Part 1

8 Jul

Tesla Autopilot Accident

Before Joshua Brown was killed in his Tesla Model S while watching a movie on Autopilot, I had a conversation with my friend, Comms. “The first person to kill someone in a Tesla on Autopilot,” Comms said, “is going to be responsible for 340,000 deaths.”

Comms is an old friend working in communications for a major automotive manufacturer. He’d just spent an hour failing to convince me Elon Musk was the modern Preston Tucker, but I couldn’t argue with his newest line of reasoning.

“Nonsense,” I said. “It’s great. I know its limitations.” Continue reading

Alex Roy’s Digest 5.5.16: Tesla Crash, Sex, Idiots, Rail, CDL

5 May

 

Tesla Crash

Hooning a Model S? Looks like five German kids who survived this Tesla crash got off lucky. I wonder what would have happened in my E39 BMW Polizei M5.

Authorities are worried that sex behind the “wheel” in Self-Driving Cars is dangerous. Which makes no sense.

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Alex Roy’s Digest 5.3.16: Chris Harris vs. Gumball 3000, ISIS, Gumpert, Textalyzer & More

3 May

Gumball 3000 Gumpert Apollo Crash

The Gumpert Apollo may disappoint, but the Gumball 3000 never does.

Speaking of the Gumball 3000, Chris Harris really stepped into the line of fire with his anti-Gumball 3000 tweet, and boy did things get nasty when rapper Bun B shot back. Harris’ Instagram is now filled with foul language…or worse.

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I Crashed A Lamborghini Murcielago

24 Feb

Lamborghini Murcielago

Vegas Mike had a lot of things I didn’t. A linebacker’s build. A hot girlfriend who may have been a porn star. A Bullrun rally support bus he had decided to fill with girls instead of parts. Also, a brand-new Lamborghini Murcielago. Bright yellow, three hundred grand, sitting in pit lane at Sebring surrounded by other high-priced exotics.

Vegas Mike had another thing I lacked: complete, blind trust in a virtual stranger. When I told him that not only did I not own a Murcielago but had never even driven one, his response was to hand me the keys.

There was a catch, but as catches go there are far worse: Vegas Mike also wanted his friend, a gorgeous brunette named Michelle to accompany me during my laps.

“I’ve told her you’ve won a bunch of races,” Vegas Mike said. “And that you’re my personal security driver and racing instructor.”

Read the rest over at The Drive