Ice cream

Nice warm evening after a long tired (but blessedly NOT very snowy) winter. The ice cream man is driving around, playing his unidentified song that sounds like Lilly Marlene. His tune has been the same for several years, but apparently less than 10.

Around 2013 the ice cream man was playing the required Entertainer Rag. Back then I could write.

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Looks like the gov’t is considering a rule that electric cars must emit sounds. As a perpetual pedestrian, I love this idea. I’ve been vastly more careful and ‘optical’ since I got whacked by an SUV in 2008, but I still rely on hearing for a general sense of approaching cars. Been fooled several times by quiet Priii and Leaves.

Electric cars should constantly emit characteristic tunes, like the ice cream man with his Entertainer Rag (aka the Sting tune). The Tesla Roadster needs to emit the following song over and over and over and over:

Oh give me a place
where the wind turbines race,
where the birds and the bats die and scream;
where subsidies pay
for my Latté Grandé,
and exploded dams kill human dreams.

Home, home is my range,
where the volts charge my batteries quick,
I can quietly roam,
thirty miles from my home,
then my Tesla turns into a brick.

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