#Smart Vehicles

[automotivetransportationresearch]

How Automotive Cameras Are Shaping the Future of Autonomous Vehicles

The global automotive camera market size is projected to grow from USD 8.33 Billion in 2024 to USD 16.04 Billion by 2030, at a CAGR of 11.5%. Government regulations regarding vehicle occupants and pedestrian safety is driving the growth of the automotive camera market on a global scale. The GSR2 regulations in Europe, effective June 2024, mandate driver monitoring systems (DMS) in all new…

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Vespa Alpha, 1967. This vehicle appeared in the film Dick Smart, Agent 2007 starring Richard Wyler, Margaret Lee and Rosanna Tapados. For this movie, the Vespa 180 Super Sport was transformed by Piaggio and by the English factory Alpha Willis to race along the road, fly like an autogyro, sail and dive like a submarine.

[beautifulstorms]

Olivia Smart / Tim Dieck, FD Dune • Skate America 2024

[curiosity-killed]

one more miracle for the road

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. Vash appears as he does at the end of Trigun Maximum, with black hair and plant marking scorch marks up the sleeve of his ragged red coat. He's launching himself out of Meryl's jeep, clutching Wolfwood's head and shoulders and crying as he beams. Wolfwood's smiling back at him and stumbling back under the force of the collision. The jeep appears to still be in motion, with dirt kicked up under its wheel and a camera and microphone seen bouncing through the back.]

[miraclepoisons]

✨passenger princess✨

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

how was the date?

Soda sighed dreamily, before giggling to himself and writing. The theatrics were already in play.

It was great! I mean, we went to the movies, got to know each other a little bit more — y'know, aside from just our favorite sodas, we chatted it up.

Nothing super crazy date wise. Cola's a real cool gal. And I mean like, she's 'tough' kind of cool. She seemed to dig me, and I sure as hell digged her. Sooo... who knows. ;D

Maybe there'll be a second one sometime!

Aside from the actual date itself, everything else was good... uh, aside from Steve. Apparently when he decided he was gonna run off after stealing a beer and chugging it like nothing, he was tipsy and feeling dumb.

Had I had known he was gonna start bein' a mess, I wouldn'ta taken him. But I didn't know he had been a mess until just earlier this morning when I took an early drive and found him slumpt in someone's car on the side of the road in front of a night bar.

He didn't even get there from the car! I guess he just wanted somewhere to lay down, because he was hurtin' real bad. And he had been walking the entire night, and I guess whoever owned the car had also been busy all night.

I'm just thankful I found him. God forbid he could've gotten into more trouble if he stayed there when the person owning the car found him sleepin' there.

Soda sighed as he thought about it, looking out the window to stare out at the truck which still occupied a tired Steve.

But it was good last night. Before Steve up and ran off, we all talked good and had fun. I know I sure did at least!

[arbiterlexultionis]

Shoot for the moon, wind up amongst the Stars

So, obviously Danny loves space. Exploring it, experiencing all it has to offer, being among the first humans to step foot on other worlds, taking off in a rocket on a mission to take one small step for man has been his dream ever sense he was old enough to even know what it meant to dream. Danny is also a Fenton, and regardless of what his grades may say he’s smart, really Really smart. To an absurd degree, even for a Fenton, especially in matters of engineering. Blueprints were his picture books, college textbooks his bedtime stories and his parents old recordings of their Ivy League college engineering courses his Saturday morning cartoons. Even if he didn’t have the actual strength neccisary to do it he practically knew how to pull apart an engine before he had a good enough comprehension the the English language to give a half decent explanation of what an engine is. Each and every part known and understood on the deepest level possible, moving in his mind exactly as they should before he could even spell their names. A six year old Jazz damn near had a stroke when she found her two year old brother that she promised to protect from her parents weird Sci-Ance pulling apart the microwave and figuring out how to use the magnetron to send signals that he could detect on the family computer. By the time Danny was in “real” classes in elementary and moving onto middle school he was more than capable of helping his parents pull apart thrown away technology too piece together wonderful machines, and the only reason he didn’t was because he preferred to work on his own projects(It took Jazz nearly three hours to convince him that taking his homemade 7300 mW laser to school to make Dash stop shoving Tucker into lockers was a bad idea).

One night, Danny’s in phantom form flying through the sky’s of amity starring up into the endless inky black and blue of the night. Taking in the countless new details his enhanced physiology lets see, experience even without the aid of a telescope. Reminiscing about the dream he lost when he lost half his life. Mourning both those losses. Sure, he’s been to space but it’s not the same. He just sheds the pull of gravity and lets himself rise, it’s a magical experience in and of itself but it’s not the same as strapping himself into the spacecraft of his own design and embarking on a journey to the stars. It’s cheating. But it’s not like he’ll ever get the chance to experience the real deal, even if he could pass the physical there’s no way he could make it to NASA now that all his grades were in the toilet. And it’s not like he could achieve it in some other way, random civilians can’t just build spaceships in their basem…..

Danny stops mid air. He thinks. The specter speeder. Jack and Maddie built the specter speeder in their basement. Jack and Maddie built an honest to god spaceship in their basement. It could survive in the vacuum of space and under the weight of the ocean, operate in and out of atmosphere with or without gravity. It was a spaceship in every way that mattered, and they just Built It because they felt like it. And Danny was more than capable of producing technology of a similar level. He could do it, he could build a spaceship with his own two hands and let it carry him to the stars, to his dreams.

Danny’s rushing home before he even realizes he’s moving, a whirlwind around his room gathering up all his old designs, empty blueprints and reference materials. He spends more than an hour in a hyper focused state drawing up a slightly modernized, very Fentonized version of a Saturn V rocket. He’s barely a quarter of the way through the spitballing process of coming up with the design when he realizes he may or may not have over looked a very important part of the whole “screw it, I’ll do it myself” approach to getting to space, materials. There’s a limit to how many resources can go missing from his parents lab and how many charitable donations Vlad can generously(unknowingly) make to the cause before they all notice and start asking questions. So his designs are, unfortunately, put aside for the time being. He is disheartened for a moment, and in an attempt to cheer himself up he reaches for the nearest space themed entertainment he has, a Star Wars comic. The he stops, looks at the freighter on the cover of the comic. A lot of sci-fi ships are pretty small. Small enough to build without getting asked to many questions.

He spends the next several weeks tearing through as much sci-fi comics, movies and TV shows as he can, binge watching YouTube lore videos about Star Wars, Halo and who knows what else. After that, it’s time to get to work.

Weeks later, Lancer is standing on his porch on a nice, quite Saturday morning. It’s a habit he got into years ago, taking in the peace of his small little town in the early hours of the morning before it’s had a chance to wake up and start a ruckus, coming to appreciate and enjoy it even more now that ghost have been causing havoc and partaking in a little bit of bird watching while he’s at it. Slowly taking sips of his still far to hot cup of coffee, he stairs into the sunrise, taking in the countless colors and artfully blended shades. This is it. This is what he loves about his city. The quite beauty of it, so easy to miss and even easier to adore. What he loves about his job, the beauty of a new day, of the future, and all the possibilities it holds. Even if he does far to much work for far to little pay, it will all be worth it if even one of those students he has helped grow and learn go on to become doctors, police and engineers, saving lives and building the prosperous future they all deserve to live in. He breathes in, and then out. He is content.

A black spec appears on the horizon, undoubtably a flock of birds. Excellent. He begins to look through his binoculars, mentally trying to guess what species they’ll be when taking into account the time of year and day. He search’s through the sky for a moment, before going absolutely still. He lowers his binoculars and takes a long, long sip of his still scolding my hot coffee. It burns, he can feel pain, so he’s probably not dreaming. He looks back at the black spec in the distance, takes a long, hard look at it through his binoculars. It is still very much not a flock of birds. His is now 99% positive that it is exactly what it looks like. He breaths in, breathe out. He is no longer content.

Ten seconds later the easily identifiable UFO flys directly over his house, the iconic and extraordinarily loud screech of an imperial TIE fighter following it. His car’s alarm blares, as do the alarms of nearly every other car on the street, which is almost loud enough to mask the sound of alarms going off on the neighboring streets. He turns around, and walks back inside. Stops at the whiteboard he has hung on the wall by the door.

‘Note to self- give Mr. Fenton detention on Monday. P.S. bring a pack of disposable face masks and warn him of the dangers of flying a high tech spaceship where federal agents can look through the cockpit window and see him piloting it.’

At the very least he needs to tint the windows. Maybe make the window a one way mirror, and add some chrome detailing while painting the rest of the craft vanta black? That would surely look. (he glances at the guide to being hip for the unhip he has laying on his counter still open from last nights reading) Sick? Yes, it would surly look sick. He should also probably try and talk him into adding some cameras and such to the thing, that dome window has to have terrible visibility. At least a backup camera so he can parallel park and keep and eye out for any fighters trying to line up shots behind him.

[pianokantzart]

How do u get a blue shell to throw at other racers in mario kart 8 because it won't let me (it only lets me get hit by them)

I believe you have to be in 5th-7th position to get the blue shell, so by the sounds of things you maintain too much of a lead to get those sort of item boxes.

The burden of being good at Mario Kart is you don't get ahold of as many OP items.

[bas-rouge]

Okay went to Petsmart tonight and puppy was a hellion!!!!!! It went like

> my shift ends at 17:30, puppy starts screaming in crate at 17:25

> I clock out at like 17:40 because I have a project damn it

> take puppy outside obviously he has to poop

> puppy won't poop

> okay it's 18:00 we need to buy kibble

> starts screaming halfway through the drive to Petsmart

> pull over at a park where there is a cop, a car with all the doors open, a random dog roaming on the creekside, and a flattened squirrel

> puppy won't poop

> okay the vibes here suck we're going to Petsmart

> puppy screams the whole way there

> get out of the car

> puppy pees like three times

> PUPPY WON'T POOP

> stand in the parking lot awkwardly for 15 minutes because I know puppy will poop inside if he doesn't go out here

> puppy poops

> proceeds to act like he's never been worked with a day in his life as his reign of terror begins in my local Petsmart

[ladycharles]

Do you like my pet rat updates?

Here's Pumpkin driving his new vehicle.

Immediately after this I was out of treats and he decided to drive it by himself for the first time, right into a wall, which is honestly a very relatable drivers ed moment

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[hybbat]

the thing is, not only has capitalism made old things worse, all the new inventions that coulda been really cool also suck since they make the worst possible version of it that instead of improving anything actively harms the most amount of people possible.

[shigarosie]

Guys. I think I'm buying a car.

[greasydumbfuck]

metafrank but like the bits that make it obvious they are like really terrible together

[techsikhm]

[revesdautomobiles]

[lokigodofaces]

Good news: I came up with an idea for a specific part of my fic.

Bad news: Apparently that's not actually how Tesla autopilot works.

Good news: It's fiction, I can either make Tesla autopilots the way I want them to be or make up an entirely new brand. And no, I'm not making them better. I'm making them worse in a way. So I'll probably make up a brand because I hate Tesla.