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That is one hell of a nightmare story

 

I wanted to punch that minimum wage tire jockey!

 

The service sucks. But the price on their TPMS sensors is pretty decent I bought some there

 

You bet! Right before that 'Danger to Manifold' causes the fasteners all around the perimeter of my bolted-on passenger floor plate to sequentially explode, flipping the plate back towards the other cars!

 

Sounds to me like a sensor battery starting to go low. It's just like a TV remote with low batteries, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't until it's done for good. Sometimes scan tools can pick up a low battery "flag" that the sensor throws but not all sensors have it

 

Did all the spares come w/a sensor? I keep my spare @ my house unless traveling & my TPMS light has never came on.

 

mine is an 06 and it has one. My TPMS light was on and i couldn't figure it out all the tires were up to pressure, Checked the spare it was 10 lbs low, filled it and the light went out.

 

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I took pictures of this black Silverado during a family vacation in the Outer Banks last year...

Tell me, please; Looking at this truck, would you ever believe there was somebody in it?!?! Look how dark that damn tint is!



So, I was on a bicycle; I stopped to take pictures of this truck because, as most people know, I love Chevy trucks! They were building new houses as you can see and the noise from the construction was very loud. All of a sudden, I began to notice the sound of a diesel engine (If you look closely at the emblem on the hood you'll that this truck is a Duramax) over all the construction noise. I realized the truck was running. I immediately stopped taking pictures and started to ride away, not sure if there was anybody was in the truck but wanting to get away ASAP if there was. At this point, the driver's window went down, and there's this huge stereotypical construction worker type guy sitting behind the wheel. He asked me what I was doing. I lied and told him that I was taking pictures of the new houses you see in the background. He believed me and rolled his window back up, and I rode off...

No issues. But still, by looking at this picture can you tell if there's anybody in that truck?!?!

 

I once lied to security guards at my college about having permission to take pictures of vehicles in order to make things easier for myself. It's not like I'm committing a crime...

I'm taking pictures of trucks for the love of all things holy!

 

What are your craziest stories about flying commercial?

The most interesting thing I've ever witnessed on a commercial flight took place on a trip from LA back to Philly, in July 2016. The flight itself went fine, but shit got real once we touched down in Philly...

Everybody knows that you stay seated until the plane has reached the terminal. Pretty sure it's a federal law...

Apparently, some middle-aged woman did not know this! She got up from her seat, opened the overhead compartment, and proceeded to remove her luggage! Understandably, the flight attendant told her that she had to remain seated until the plane reached the terminal. This crazy woman launched into a tirade and began screaming at the flight attendant about being unprofessional.

Excuse me?!?!

Bitch, you technically violated FAA regulations, and this flight attendant is being more than professional with you. Just take your damn seat.

The flight attendant stood up for herself and pretty much said what pretty much the whole plane was thinking, saying that she was being professional, and that it was her job to keep the passengers safe, etc...

The whole plane erupted in applause, along with a few shouts of "Yeah!" and "You tell her!" My parents and I clapped too. The bitchy passenger shamefully sunk down in her seat.

When we deplaned, I tapped the flight attendant on the shoulder and pretty much told her that I agreed with everything she did, and that the woman was a bitch. She thanked me and I continued to the terminal with my parents...

It doesn't end there...

The bitchy female passenger was one of the first off the plane, and as the rest of crowded into the terminal, one of the first things we witnessed was the woman screaming at the person behind the counter. As we wondered what this poor employee had done to draw her ire, another passenger said something along the lines of "Take a Xanax, bitch..."

I am not sure if she heard it or not, but it took a lot of self-control on my part to stifle my laughter at the other passenger's remark. As my parents and I made sure we had all of our stuff, my mom discreetly snapped a picture of the woman yelling at the terminal desk guy. At some point, I commented to my mom "She's a bitch." My mom is very non-profane. She'll say the S-word under extenuating circumstances, along with "damn" and "hell". I've only heard her say the F-word one time in the more than 30 years since she gave birth to me, and was when she was repeating something I'd said. She nodded and said "You're right, she is a bitch."

A short time later, airport staffers showed up with a wheelchair, which "the bitch" sat down in, and wheel her off...


Most people who know me know that I can have a bit of a problem with authority at times. Most of this is the result of getting detention for stupid reasons in school and, as a hobby photographer, encounters with rent-a-cops at various places. I've always rather enjoyed flying, though I've only flown first class once in my life and that experience spoiled me (so like everyone else I believe the coach/economy seats are too damn small)! I was born in March 1989, but I probably flew a lot more after 9/11. I flew a few times between my birth in 1989, and about 1991, including a trip to Hawaii as a baby where I was sick the entire time but don't remember any of it. I'm pretty sure I did not fly once between 1991 and 1996. Anyway, I like flying and a lot of the rules are just common sense to me. That flight attendant was just doing her job, and was about as far from unprofessional as one could possibly get.

 

I sucked my gf's toes on a flight once....

That's all I got.

 

A guy I used to work with jacked off in a lavatory while the plane was in the air, when he was like 12...

 

That's epic

 

Fuck...I shouldn't have posted here.

 

Another less-interesting in-flight experience would be a trip from Seattle to Portland (Maine) in the summer of 2001, with my Grandma, step-grandpa, and cousin.

I was 12 years old and my cousin was 17. This was officially the second-to-last flight I took before the 9/11 attacks, the last one being the flight back to Seattle (my dad was stationed at NAS Whidbey island from 2000 to 2002). We did not fly out of Portland, since the we visited family in Virginia before leaving, so I'm guessing we either flew out of Dulles or Reagan...

Anyway, this was my first time flying on a plane with my step-Grandpa (who I was actually closer with than my biological grandpa since I saw him more often; CLICK HERE to read about him), and he had heart problems. As a result, he had a pacemaker installed. He was born in January 1924, so he would have been 77 years old in the summer of '01 (He died in April 2017, at the age of 93, so he had a good long life). This was pre-9/11, but they still had security checkpoints with metal detectors. I immediately noticed that my Grandpa was simply being patted down and allowed to walk around the metal detector. I asked my Grandma why this was the case, and she in no uncertain terms said that his pacemaker could blow up and kill him if he walked through the metal detector. That wasn't the interesting part...

For some reason, my cousin and I ended up in one part of the plane, and Grammy and Mr. P ended up in another. I think my grandparents might have been in first class but I am not entirely sure, and I honestly have no idea why we were in separate areas of the plane. The point is that my cousin and I did not have a visual on my grandparents from where we were sitting. The biggest thing I remember about that flight is that the flight was at or around midnight, and the decision for both myself and my cousin to go along was rather last minute. I obviously did not pay for my ticket. We probably ended up seated so far apart because my parents and/or grandparents could not get tickets for closer seats. My cousin let me have the window seat, while she took the middle seat, and some Ukrainian guy ended up in the aisle seat.

In addition to this flight being a red eye, we also had to catch a connecting flight somewhere in the Northeast. I have never slept well on planes, and I spent the first leg of the flight playing my Gameboy and reading car magazines. In the wee hours of the morning, an announcement came over the PA system that we would have to make an emergency landing (in Atlanta if I remember correctly) because a passenger was having a medical emergency. It got back to my cousin and me that this passenger had suffered a heart attack, and we both started to worry that it was my Grandpa, since he had heart problems. We soon found out that this was not the case when Grammy came back to see us a short time later. They got the passenger off the plane quickly, and the rest of us did not have to leave the plane. We were rather pissed off when we found out that the passenger's "medical emergency" was not a heart problem but something more along the lines of alcohol poisoning. By the time we made it our originally intended destination, we had missed our connecting flight to Portland and spent hours waiting for another one. We did eventually get a flight to Portland, and we got to Portland safely only to find out that the airline had lost our luggage. Luckily, our luggage was delivered to my Grandma's lake house the next day.

 

Back in the early 70's I think it was 1971 my Mom , Dad , Brother and I boarded a TWA 747 in Boston for a flight to Northern California

As the plane was being pushed away from the gate and started pressurizing a loud explosion was heard . As that was happening smoke filled the cabin as I looked back towards were the smoke was you could see daylight

We then were ordered to evacuate the aircraft and later found out a an emergency door blew open near the wing after the seal failed . We were brought back to the terminal where we waited for another flight

 

I first encountered this bullshit rule back in December 2014. I've brought my Nikon D-series (I started out with D3000 back in 2009 and currently have a D5600 that I just bought this year) to numerous baseball games and taken numerous pictures over the years, without issue.

My cousin's husband is an athletic trainer for a minor league hockey team, or "farm team". He got us tickets to a game, and I brought my camera. Most of the game went by without issue. Out of nowhere, a female usher came up to me and said I was not allowed to be taking pictures with that type of camera, specifically citing the size of the lens. Again; Not an all-out photography ban, just certain types of cameras. I forget why I didn't question it, but after the woman had left, I referred to her as a "Nazi bitch" and pretty much ruined the mood for my cousin and parents because I was so upset.

The best reason my dad could come up with for this ludicrous rule was that they didn't want people with "professional-style" cameras taking pictures that they could sell for a profit. The joke's on them because so-called "point-and-shoot" cameras as well as smartphones take pretty good photos nowadays.

For those of you who do not know, I have Aspergers Syndrome and I see a therapist who specializes in Aspergers and other autism spectrum disorders. I told my therapist, who is also a bit of a shutterbug, and he couldn't wrap his mind around it either. He described it as "stupid." Fast-forward a bit and the Flyers are having a shitty season (either 2015 or 2016). As a result, disgruntled fans were selling their season passes and highly desirable tickets. My dad got a "luxury box" for next to nothing, and the same cousin joined my parents and me. I only brought my old "fake SLR" Canon (which for some reason did not violate the rules) if I remember correctly. This time, just for the hell of it, I took the liberty of reading the incredibly small fine print on the ticket. It said that cameras with lens over a certain size were prohibited but did not give a reason.

I have been to numerous hockey games since then, and have very begrudgingly brought one of my "lesser" cameras every time.

Anybody know what's up with this?

 

Nowadays, Homeland Security would have been questioning every passenger!

 

Yep !!!!!

I was only 10 yrs old at the time and still remember the sound of the explosion