"In Los Angeles, the hoity toities, the beautiful people, will sit on Sunset Strip and have their meal at these kind of fancy restaurants where no one can smoke – but you can inhale car fumes all you like." He shakes his head. "I mean, that to me says it all."
New public-health studies and laboratory experiments suggest that, at every stage of life, traffic fumes exact a measurable toll on mental capacity, intelligence and emotional stability. "There are more and more scientists trying to find whether and why exposure to traffic exhaust can damage the human brain," says medical epidemiologist Jiu-Chiuan Chen at the University of Southern California who is analyzing the effects of traffic pollution on the brain health of 7,500 women in 22 states. "The human data are very new."
Exhaust fumes can extend farther from roadways than once thought. Traffic fumes from some major L.A. freeways reached up to 1.5 miles downwind—10 times farther than previously believed. And local weather patterns caused L.A. pollution levels to reach their most intense concentrations, not during normal rush hours, but in the hours before dawn when people are most likely to be at home, according to recent measurements by UCLA and USC researchers.
We're begging you: Drive your fucking car into a proverbial bridge abutment, & get it, & you, off the road. Our life may depend on it.
I woulda been a Grandmaster, if not for all those fecking cars.
I did make it to USCF rating 1927 or there abouts at one point. And I blame teh fecking cars (and ferrets) for the fact that I can't remember the exact number. ~
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ReplyDeleteI woulda been a Grandmaster, if not for all those fecking cars.
I did make it to USCF rating 1927 or there abouts at one point. And I blame teh fecking cars (and ferrets) for the fact that I can't remember the exact number.
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