#LED temperature

[sngl-led-auto-lights]

Do you think the new blue/white headlights on cars are a dazzle hazard?

The prevalence of modern blue LED and halogen headlights (typically 4,000-6,500K) creates certain glare hazards, particularly due to their brightness, color spectrum, and design flaws. The following is a detailed analysis of these risks and their causes:

1. Blue-white light and glare mechanisms

Higher color temperature: Modern headlights, such as Philips WhiteVision H4 (4,100-4,200K) and aftermarket LEDs (up to 6,500K), have very little blue light below 6,500K, and increase the amount of blue light output above 6,500K as the color temperature increases, reaching pure blue light at 10,000K. Due to Rayleigh scattering, blue wavelengths (450-495 nm) are scattered more strongly in the human eye, amplifying the perception of glare by 3-5 times compared to higher color temperature halogen bulbs (3,000K).

Retinal effects: Blue light suppresses melatonin secretion and reduces night vision adaptation, especially for older drivers and those with cataracts or astigmatism.

2. Design and regulatory loopholes

LED power is too high: Cheap aftermarket LED kits (such as the 30,000 lumen bulb sold on DHgate) often exceed the brightness limit of road regulations, and the beam is improperly aligned, and LED bulbs that cannot adjust the light pattern cause dangerous scatter.

Height and alignment issues: SUVs and trucks with high-mounted headlights (70-90 cm ground clearance) will shine the beam directly onto the windshield of cars. Studies show that SUVs have 40% more glare complaints than cars.

Loose standards: US regulations (FMVSS 108) allow headlights to have a maximum brightness of 700,000 candela, while the EU limits it to 425,000 candela. Many countries lack strict color temperature restrictions.

3. Safety Risks and Driver Complaints

Accident Statistics: In the UK, 67% of drivers report slowing down due to glare, and 64% believe that overly bright headlights may have caused a collision.

Age-related Vulnerabilities: Drivers over 50 have 50% slower pupil constriction, making them more susceptible to sudden glare.

Confusion with Emergency Vehicles: Blue lights (e.g. 10,000K LEDs) may mimic police/emergency vehicle lights, e.g. Arizona bans blue headlights.

4. Mitigation Measures

Regulatory Updates: The EU will mandate adaptive matrix headlights (automatically adjust the beam) by 2027 to reduce glare. Japan plans to limit headlight color temperature to 5,000K.

Technology Solutions:

Laser-Assisted Beams: Precisely focused beam patterns (e.g. Audi’s laser system) minimize stray glare.

Anti-glare coating: High-end bulbs like Philips WhiteVision use UV-blocking quartz glass to reduce scatter.

Adjustable light pattern LEDs: High-end bulbs like SNGL use LED bulbs that can be adjusted by rotating the chuck to minimize dark areas and glare in the light pattern.

Driver education: Promote proper headlight height calibration checks and avoid non-compliant aftermarket kits.

Conclusion: Clear danger requires action While blue-white headlights can improve driver visibility, poor regulation of their intensity and color spectrum poses measurable risks. Solutions require stricter global standards, smarter adaptive technology, and public awareness. Until then, drivers should prioritize road-legal bulbs (such as 4,100K halogen lamps) and avoid aftermarket LED lamps with color temperatures exceeding 6500k.

For those affected, anti-glare glasses (yellow/amber lenses) or adjusting the rearview mirror to "night mode" can reduce discomfort. Regulators must urgently address this conflict between innovation and safety.

[dielukedie-subaru]

New IPF bulbs for the Euro headlights to replace the PIAA bulbs. We will see how long they last.

Finally found the color yellow I wanted for the running/parking lights and they are high quality t10 LEDs. Currently using the PIAA ion yellow bulbs but they are halogen and don't last long, not even a year.

I was also looking to change to a 45-5000K bulb and these are freaking rad! They have a silicone ring that has a long lasting blue glow after the headlight is turned off and at dusk from the sun.

Was using 2500K solar yellow PIAA bulbs but they just are not bright enough for headlight use but work great for fogs.

For those of you wondering what light color or Kelvin to choose, this is a good reference using natural light. I personally stay away from anything over 5000K because it's too blue and kinda obnoxious. Between 4-5000K for headlights is perfect while 25-3500K is better for low visibility like fog and snow.

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

ive made so many text posts today ranting about various things and then just saving them in drafts because either no one will care or people might argue back at me lol ... i dont know why im so opinionated today

[veluigi]

my friend & i talk about this all the time. the new LED headlights are actually blinding to me & triggering of migraines. the warm toned older ones weren't broken so why fix them! that and streetlights should have some sort of regulations as to color temps.

I honestly feel like the proliferation of LED headlights was the canary in the coalmine for the general attitude we see in the political climate these days and i'm not even remotely kidding

[douchebagbrainwaves]

IT'S SAFE FOR STARTUPS

When parents are of different religions, they'll often agree between themselves that their children will be raised as Xes. Wow. It's not just the user who's human. Life in a zoo is easier, but it was simpler than they realized. And the reason everyone doesn't use it is that there's more environment in the mix than most people realize. Or rather, a large organization has felt this. You don't win fights by thinking of tricks that work in one particular case. A suburban street was just the right size.

I were a legislator, I'd be delighted, and yet this email would be both commercial and unsolicited. The purpose of this article is not just to baldly state the facts. Combine this with the confidence parents try to instill in their kids, and every year you get a lot of squawking coming from my hen house one night, I'd want to go out and find their own stories, at least, that it's hard to spend more than a slight stirring of discomfort. And often these gaps won't seem to be missing. We occupy a new, smaller kind of animal that has moved into it. The problem is, as you would in a field that was more honest. I ignored it the way you let yourself ignore a bug that only appears intermittently. But I'm convinced they got this right by accident. One way to tell how good people are at empathy is to watch them explain a technical question to someone without a technical background.

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I do it on that computer. Boston VCs had the first shot at them. And in fact, don't even ask for their email address unless you need it for some reason. The list of n things. The Day of the Jackal, by Frederick Forsyth. They didn't feel the need to seem serious, the weight of a few smart friends. And the things I find missing when I look at the stuff anymore. If they did, I see no reason to believe today's union leaders would have to get bought or go public, you won't be able to deliver more software to users. Why is that so?

0 false positives, I'm talking about filtering my mail based on the actual mail he receives. Boston. Not quite. Sufficiently aware, in my database, of. Ajax application, was the result of a startup is that there are few checks on releases. And so the median language has enormous momentum. Why is it that research can be done, no matter how many people you put on a task, or how evidence should be combined to calculate it. In an opera it's common for one person to write the libretto and another to set the temperature and another to write the libretto and another to set the temperature and another to write the libretto and another to write the libretto and another to set the temperature and another to write the new program in the same language. If you start the company, regardless of how many board seats they have. 4 is a good way to learn. Unfortunately, beautiful things don't always make the best subjects for papers. Because the main points are unconnected, the list of n things is so relaxing.

Thanks to Sam Altman, Chris Anderson, Paul Buchheit, Trevor Blackwell, Adaptive Path, Robert Morris, and Pete Koomen for putting up with me.

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[nedgis]

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[thesixthstar]

there's also relatively affordable light bulbs that change temperatures. They're a little less expensive than the full-on color changing bulbs, last time I checked, and there are both "smart" options that use an app, and "dumb" options that have a physical switch on the bulb itself. If you can grab one of those, it can be a HUGE help to see a variety of different light temps in the actual room with you. Even just having one bulb like that, if you don't want to get fancy and use those for every light fixture, you can move it from room to room while playing with the settings, so you can decide what color temp you like in which spaces (I like cool-ish temps for things like the bathroom, but warmer temps for bedroom, and somewhere in between for kitchen) or decide on 1 temperature that works well in all your rooms so you only have to remember that number when buying/installing bulbs

There are so many different shades of white light bulbs, I am so overwhelmed walking down the light bulb aisle, and then I'm never happy with the one I choose, no matter which one I choose, I get it home and I put it in and I'm like, ugh, I don't like THAT white

[akshayaquapri]

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[lily-bisque]

running into him years after you’d lost your virginity’s to one another

flimsy hands, awkward stares, and teeth bumping into each other in the backseat of his dad’s old beat up van. you were young, fresh faced, and so was he.

an asshole of a center for the highschool hockey team that made your heart bloom on first glance despite his aloof demeanor. and lucky for you, the indifferent salmon haired boy had his eyes set on you from the start as well.

and what was a blossoming, delinquent love affair turned stolen kisses and quiet confessions after class continued to ring deep in the recesses of your heart for years to come, something adolescent and pure to adorn it.

he'd come prepared that fateful day, and you could feel in the air that today was going to be different. he wasn’t a gentle-mouthed boy, always quick to insult and speak. but with you, he opened up a different part of himself. words and gestures reserved for just you. and even if he was your first love, you always knew there was something real there.

that was, until the… deflowering.

you don’t like to think back on it too much as it was your last encounter, fearing it shaped the course of your romance together. he was obviously just as inexperienced as you, but you’d still expected a hell of a lot more.

it was quiet, muttered apologies and winces, curses of frustration under his breath when his belt snagged, limbs bumping into leather and fabric rustling against each other.

he’d only lasted around 15 seconds before it was over.

and now, six years later at a highschool reunion, you’d prayed you wouldn’t run into that familiar brute of a man to avoid any blunders.

but he was there alright.

standing nearly seven feet over the crowd of your old classmates, drink in hand as he shoved the other in his jean pocket.

you couldn't help the stammer of your heart, seeing how grown he looked after all this time. he had tattoos decorating both arms in thick lines, and a few even lining on his face.

he looked infuriatingly good; like a piece of cake your mother made, telling you that you can't eat it but when it looks so good sitting there, you're tempted for just a taste.

it was a hot summer night, sun low and a feverous and stifling temperature to match the low pace of music. decorations were just a few speckled foldable tables at a park outside your old highschool with party favors, coolers, and a couple of grills going along with a bar.

nostalgia flittered in the air with smoke, quiet chatter as everyone caught up, picking up just where they’d left off in this small town.

you kept your head down, focused on the conversation of your old friend group as they giggled about how their jobs were going or something else you weren’t really listening to.

howbeit, it was almost inevitable, that red string of fate that tied the two of you together.

because, within moments of him spotting you in the crowd thanks to his birds eye view, you felt a couple of meaty fingers tap against your shoulder.

grimacing like you were bracing for impact, you turned around as your friends conversation stalled for a moment, watching as you greeted him.

“hey,” he gruffed out, the smallest hint of relief and melancholy swirling in his crimson irises.

“hi ‘kuna,” you whispered back, feeling like you were back in high school with that nickname he only let you call him, the smallest hint of alcohol coursing through your veins and making every hair stand on end.

noticing the awkwardness, he placed a hand on the small of your back and led you towards the bar and away from the watchful eyes and ears from your friends, not without earning a few glances from familiar faces.

“how’ve you been?” he quiered, his tone a hell of a lot deeper, huskier than you’d remembered. he’d definitely grown into himself.

“good,” you nodded, pursing your lips and stopping at the bar counter, setting your drink down, ignoring how your heart was in your throat and your eyes felt wide. “what about you?”

he cocked his head, mulling it over, before nodding again. “good.”

it’s a hick-old town, and most of the gossip you’ve already heard.

but sukuna was different in that sense. you knew he was still at his families old ranch, yet you’d never once run into him or heard a lick of gossip.

maybe that was due to you working in the city after graduation, or his reserved nature.

“how’s the city life?” he asked, as if reading your mind.

you let out a gentle chuckle, soft and airy, something he had forgotten the sound of after all this time. “it’s a lot,” you stated honestly, toying with the stem of your glass. “but i like it.”

he hummed, leaning an arm against the bar and giving you a once-over. “you look real nice.”

the smile that made its way to your heated cheeks was nothing short of genuine. “could say the same for you.”

and after nearly an hour of catching up with inappropriate nudges and yearning gazes, you found yourself straddling him in that same beat up van you had just years before, only now it seemed he done some real repairs on it.

it was sleek red with brand new leather seats, black rims and a new dashboard. it was nothing like the old car you were so used to seeing outside your bedroom window whenever he'd pick you up before school.

his mouth was latched to your throat, trailing love bite after love bite, thighs rubbing against the fabric of his blue jeans, your hands clutching at his lumberjack-style flannel for some semblance of grounding.

but his large hands were everywhere, feeling you up and committing everything to memory as if he failed miserably the first time. cupping the mounds on your chest, gripping the plush underside of your thighs, caressing your nape with each passionate kiss.

“missed this," he huffed, squeezing your hip and you let out a whine, tossing your head back and placing your hand against the window. after all those years of chopping wood or wrangling cattle, his muscles were what he had to show for it. he was insanely ripped.

you hummed, then moved your fingers to skim through his hair, gyrating your pelvis against his hip.

that earned an impatient growl from him, bunching your sundress in his hands and sliding your now-damp panties to the side. his finger pad teased your entrance, collecting the pooling slick, before pushing it's way in.

you shuddered in his grasp, feeling how he slipped so easily inside of you, evidence of how easily he turned you on, and began working you open. he then pushed another digit in to create scissoring motions that had you spinning.

in your sukuna-induced trance, you missed the smug grin he had on his face as he watched you work your way towards unraveling yourself on his hand.

grinding your hips onto his palm, he pulled your waist down to match his thrusts of his curling fingers up and into you, rubbing that tender spot over and over that you began to whine out heady moans of his name.

"s'kuna," you whimpered, biting your lip and not even caring about the way you made his car rock in your old high school parking lot.

"missed you, too," he sighed out finding that sweet spot on your collarbone and biting down as the tips of his long fingers prodded your cervix.

before you had the chance to reach your peak, he pulled out, leaving you empty and throbbing. he slipped his fingers into his mouth and made a lewd scene of cleaning it up, not letting a drop go to waste.

you could only watch, maw slack as something coiled in your gut, forming a taut knot only he could undo.

leaning back, he brushed a strand of tresses behind your ear and admired your flushed state. "just as beautiful as i remember," he hummed, eyeing you carefully.

you placed a hand against the tent in his pants, palming him with a pressure that had him biting his lip. "and what do you remember?" you teased, fingers working at his belt buckle.

he grinned, watching you work to free his shaft, which was a hell of a lot larger than you remember. the girth had your mind spinning. "remember how much of a brat i was to fuck things up with you."

that had you glancing up and tilting your head, an adorable look he catalogued in his mind years ago. "you're not talking about..." you questioned, trailing off and wondering if he remembered your first time the same but his unfaltering expression was evidence enough. "we were just kids. we didn't know what the hell we were doing," you reassured, leaning forward to cup a cheek. you never blamed him for it.

he still has no idea how he let you get away.

but he'd be damned if he let it happen again.

"let me take care of you," he grunted, eyebrows crinkling with an impatience, as if he'd waited years to correct an error.

your gaze softened, before leaning forward to press a kiss against the seam of his lips. "well. if you can, this'll make up for the first."

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