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Philosophers as Bad Drivers?

Reader Riccardo writes, 

I remember reading on your blog some time ago an hilarious post with an anecdote on Richard Swinburne. It was about the importance for philosophers of developing practical skills in addition to intellectual ones. In the same post you recounted how you and Swinburne were driving together to a conference and he was driving really really slow.

 

I tried many times and in many ways, but i can't find that post anymore. Have you deleted it? If you haven't, could you help me find it?

That entry, filed under Automotive, was published on 19 November 2016. Here it is again in a larger font, with Comments enabled. But it wasn't me and Swinburne who were driving together; had we been travelling together I would have insisted on driving.  I would have listened to him discourse on the body and the immortal soul while I did my damndest to keep them connected.

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Just over the transom:

C.J. F. Williams told me a [Richard] Swinburne story. Swinburne offered to give him a lift to some philosophy conference, but warned him ‘I only drive at 30 miles an hour’. Christopher thought he meant that he strictly abided by the urban 30 mph speed limit, and accepted the lift.

It turned out that Swinburne never ever drove more than 30 mph, even on the freeway, where in the UK the limit is 70 mph. It took a while to get to there.

Slow is not safe on freeways.  Swinburne is lucky to have lived long enough to be insulted by the Society of Christian Philosophers.

I have heard rumors to the effect that David Lewis was 'automotively challenged.'

My old friend Quentin Smith didn't drive at all.  

One of the reasons that philosophers from Thales on have been the laughingstock of Thracian maids and other members of hoi polloi is that many of them are incompetent in practical matters.  

Quentin was just hopeless in mundane matters. The tales I could tell, the telling of which loyalty forbids. 

Me?  I'm an excellent driver, a good cook, a pretty good shot, competent in elementary plumbing, electrical, and automotive change-outs and repairs, and well-versed in personal finance.  

A life well-lived is a balanced life.  You should strive to develop all sides of your personality: intellectual, spiritual, artistic, emotional, and physical. 

Addenda

Here is an obituary of C. J. F. Williams by Richard Swinburne.

It came as news to me that Williams spent most of his life in a wheelchair.  It testifies to the possibilities of the human spirit that great adversity for some is no impediment to achievement.  I think also of Stephen Hawking, Charles Krauthammer, and FDR.

So stop whining and be grateful for what you have. You could be in a bloody wheelchair!

Related: C. J. F. Williams' Analysis of 'I Might Not Have Existed'

UPDATE (11/21/2016).

J. H. writes,

Your blog post "Philosophers as Bad Drivers?" brought back to memory a philosophy professor that I had as an undergrad and a story he told us about himself.

Dr. Ken Ferguson told us a story one day about his time in one of the branches of the military.  While serving, an officer instructed him to move a jeep.  Ferguson says he objected and explained to the officer that he simply could not drive.  The officer wasn't sympathetic to his excuse and doubled down on his request.  Ferguson said that he attempted to follow the orders and ended up wrecking the jeep and some other equipment.  He was not asked to drive again.

Ferguson said that he simply does not drive.  Multiple times I remember seeing him walking down one of the main streets leading to campus in what I suspect was a distance of at least over two miles in the morning, and while always wearing a full suit at that!

Thanks for the story!  Ferguson is a counterexample to the famous Stirling Moss quotation:  “There are two things no man will admit he cannot do well: drive and make love.”

One of the reasons philosophy and philosophers get such bad press among the general public  is because of the high number of oddballs and incompetents in philosophy. Your former professor might have had a number of good reasons for never learning how to drive.  But I would argue that there are certain things every man ought to know how to do and they include knowing how to drive cars and trucks of various sizes and operate a stick shift. Like it or not, we are material beings in a material world and knowing how to negotiate this world  is important for us and those with whom we come into contact.

We should develop ourselves as fully and many-sidedly as possible so as to be worthy acolytes of our noble mistress, fair Philosophia. We represent her to the public.

Of Gasoline, Oil, and Masks

I gassed up the Jeep Wrangler at Costco, Mesa yesterday to the tune of $2.899 per gallon for regular. Shell and other distributors were charging $3.18. Those of you who live under Californication are paying a lot more. Please take no offense, but you should really consider your complicity in allowing leftist termites to undermine a great state, once golden, now brown as you-know-what.

 

And then I entered the vast warehouse to buy six quarts of Mobil 1 Advanced Synthetic for my annual oil change. I've been doing it myself for a number of years, having been ripped off by some local grease monkeys. I do the job and I do it right and by the book. Do you think the low-paid mechanic will replace the O-ring on the filter housing and lubricate it properly or at all? The grease monkey reasons, "This rube is not going to check, and even if he did he would not know whether I had replaced the O-ring, and if I had replaced it, whether I used dirty or clean oil to lube it."

 

To my delight Costco has relaxed its draconian mask rule. Half of the shoppers were walking around with no masks. Last time I was there, I was reminded (in a friendly way) that my bandanna had slipped or been pulled down. A man has to breathe. (Which puts me in mind of George Floyd who drew his last breath on this date one year ago.) Damned near every time the bandanna came down, the enforcers of 'woke' conformity were on my case.  And then a week or two later I received a polite letter telling me if I didn't comply I would be banned from Costco. I was on camera the whole time and it was no big deal to identify me. Welcome to Sino-style surveillance!

 

How many years until we are a full-on police state? Perhaps you have noticed that 'woke' capital is in cahoots with Big Government. Bill Clinton's "The era of big government is over" was of course bullshit in Professor Frankfurt's sense, as one would expect from a Clinton.

Practice Automotive Distancing!

What to Do if a Cop Stops You

The following advice can save your life, especially if you are an impulsive black not brought up to respect legitimate authority. And yes, the authority of the police is legitimate even if the particular cop you encounter is an arrogant asshole as some of them are.

Pull over when it is safe to do so. Roll down the driver's side window. Do not exit the vehicle! (That's cop talk for 'don't get out of the car.') Put both hands on the top of the steering wheel. This shows the cop that you do not have a weapon, at least not in your hands, and it demonstrates submission to his authority. Have the scruffy guy riding shotgun put his hands on the dashboard. When the cop arrives at the window, greet him, "Good morning, officer!" Be aware that cops deal with the scum of the earth on a daily basis and they are nervous. They just want to get home to their families alive at the end of the shift. Put him at ease.

"May I see your driver's license?" "Certainly, it is in my cargo pants pocket." Point to the pocket. Then SLOWLY pull out your wallet and hand him the license.

"May I see your registration and insurance papers?" "Absolutely, they are in the glove box." Now open the glove box and pause for a second or two to allow the cop a look into it. Then SLOWLY take out your papers and hand them to the officer.

If you follow these steps, then, instead of getting roughed up or shot, the cop may likely say, "You were doing 70 in a 55 zone, but I'll let you off with a warning." Or maybe he writes you up. If the latter, then you accept the citation and you pay it. The law is reasonable; you violated it; you accept the penalty. Don't try to bribe the cop or tell a story about whatever. Be a man or a woman, not a scofflaw leftist punk. Take responsibility for your actions.

Gasoline

I paid $2.99/gal for unleaded regular on 9/30 at a local Shell station.  I usually gas up at Costco where I could have saved around 20 cents per gallon.  I wonder what the poor schmucks in the People's Sanctuary of Californication pay.

To Hell With the Driverless Car

Here:

These days, Real Americans don’t much go to sea to relieve the damp, drizzly Novembers in our souls, but we do like to fire up the muscle Mustang or the F-150 truck with the gun rack and head out on the open road, following our noses and letting the trade winds blow us where they may.

Or at least we used to like it. But with the advent of the abomination known as the “self-driving car,” one of our most precious freedoms is now in jeopardy.

I mean, who asked for this? Communists? Women? (I know, same thing, voting-wise.) Sob sisters, pantywaists, geeks, pencil necks, and nancy boys? I suspect them all. It’s bad enough to climb into the cockpit of a new car these days and be confronted with a home entertainment center on wheels, complete with giant video screens that don’t do a damn thing electronically a 1934 Packard couldn’t do manually back in the day when men were men, women loved them for it, and we had the culture to prove it.

My sentiments exactly. Hat tip: Ingvarius Maximus of LaLaLand who adds "I would go for a 'crawl control' for use in stop-and-go traffic."  Right. L. A. freeways don't count as open road.  There is still plenty of it here in the real West, as opposed to the pussy-wussy Left Coast, not that any of you should migrate to these parts. Stay on the Left Coast and enjoy your freeways.

If you don't thrill to the romance of the Open Road, you are no true American like Neal Cassady here pictured at the helm of a serious hunk of  Detroit iron with one in the hand, four on the road, and a pretty girl by his side:

Filed under: Automotive

Test your literary savvy: Without accessing the full piece, indicate the provenience of "damp, drizzly Novembers in our souls."

Automotive Profiling

'Profiling' drives liberals crazy, which is a good reason to do more of it.  No day without political incorrectness.  Here is a form of profiling I engage in, and you should too.

You are on the freeway exercising due diligence.  You are not drunk or stoned or yapping on a cell phone.  You espy an automotively dubious vehicle up ahead, muddied, dented, with muffler about to fall off, and a mattress 'secured' to the roof. The vehicle is within its lane, but weaving.

Do you keep your distance?  If you are smart, you do.  But then you a profiling.  You are making a judgment as to the relative likelihood of that vehicle's being the cause of an accident.  You are inferring something about the sort of person that would be on the road in such a piece of junk.  Tail light out?  Then maybe brakes bad. Weaving? Then maybe texting or sexting.

I don't need to tell you motorcyclists how important automotive profiling is.

You are doing right.  You are engaging in automotive profiling.  You are pissing off liberals.  They will call you a racist, but keep it up and stay alive.  We need more of your kind.

Inappropriate Automotive Niceness

Most of us prefer nice people to surly pricks. And no doubt we should all try to be nicer to our world-mates. But there is such a thing as inappropriate niceness. Here are two automotive examples for your consideration.

I am following at a safe distance the motorist in front of me. Then said motorist brakes for a jaywalker, not to avoid hitting him, but to allow him to cross. The jaywalker is violating the law; why aid and abet his lawbreaking? Why be nice to someone who shows no respect for the rules of the road? Why risk causing an accident? These are among the questions the inappropriately nice should ask themselves.

I am waiting to make a left turn. A man in an oncoming vehicle, wanting to be nice and neighborly, gestures for me to make the turn despite his having the right-of-way. I make the turn but shake my head in disgust  at the man's presumably unwitting and admittedly minor undermining of the rule of law.

The man was probably a liberal. Liberals are good at feeling, but not so good at thinking.

A good conservative maxim: Truth and right count for more than human feelings.

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Philosophers as Bad Drivers?

Just over the transom:

C.J. F. Williams told me a [Richard] Swinburne story. Swinburne offered to give him a lift to some philosophy conference, but warned him ‘I only drive at 30 miles an hour’. Christopher thought he meant that he strictly abided by the urban 30 mph speed limit, and accepted the lift.

It turned out that Swinburne never ever drove more than 30 mph, even on the freeway, where in the UK the limit is 70 mph. It took a while to get to there.

Slow is not safe on freeways.  Swinburne is lucky to have lived long enough to be insulted by the Society of Christian Philosophers.

I have heard rumors to the effect that David Lewis was 'automotively challenged.'

My old friend Quentin Smith didn't drive at all.  

One of the reasons that philosophers from Thales on have been the laughingstock of Thracian maids and other members of hoi polloi is that many of them are incompetent in practical matters.  

Quentin was just hopeless in mundane matters. The tales I could tell, the telling of which loyalty forbids.

Me?  I'm an excellent driver, a good cook, a pretty good shot, competent in elementary plumbing, electrical, and automotive change-outs and repairs, and well-versed in personal finance.  

A life well-lived is a balanced life.  You should strive to develop all sides of your personality: intellectual, spiritual, artistic, emotional, and physical. 

Addenda

Here is an obituary of C. J. F. Williams by Richard Swinburne.

It came as news to me that Williams spent most of his life in a wheelchair.  It testifies to the possibilities of the human spirit that great adversity for some is no impediment to achievement.  I think also of Stephen Hawking, Charles Krauthammer, and FDR.

So stop whining and be grateful for what you have. You could be in a bloody wheelchair!

Related: C. J. F. Williams' Analysis of 'I Might Not Have Existed'

UPDATE (11/21).

J. H. writes,

Your blog post "Philosophers as Bad Drivers" brought back to memory a philosophy professor that I had as an undergrad and a story he told us about himself.

Dr. Ken Ferguson (https://www.ecu.edu/cs-acad/ugcat/philFaculty.cfm) told us a story one day about his time in one of the branches of the military.  While serving, an officer instructed him to move a jeep.  Ferguson says he objected and explained to the officer that he simply could not drive.  The officer wasn't sympathetic to his excuse and doubled down on his request.  Ferguson said that he attempted to follow the orders and ended up wrecking the jeep and some other equipment.  He was not asked to drive again.

Ferguson said that he simply does not drive.  Multiple times I remember seeing him walking down one of the main streets leading to campus in what I suspect was a distance of at least over two miles in the morning, and while always wearing a full suit at that!

Thanks for the story!  Ferguson is a counterexample to the famous Stirling Moss quotation:  “There are two things no man will admit he cannot do well: drive and make love.”

One of the reasons philosophy and philosophers get such bad press among the general public  is because of the high number of oddballs and incompetents in philosophy. Your former professor mught have had a number of good reasons for never learning how to drive.  But I would argue that there are certain things every man ought to know how to do and they include knowing how to drive cars and trucks of various sizes and operate a stick shift. Like it or not, we are material beings in a material world and knowing how to negotiate this world  is important for us and those with whom we come into contact.

We should develop ourselves as fully and many-sidedly as possible so as to be worthy acolytes of our noble mistress, fair Philosophia. We represent her to the public.

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Maverick Philosopher: The Purpose of the On Ramp

Trigger Warning!

The Purpose of the On Ramp

Too many labor under the misapprehension that the purpose of the freeway on ramp is merely to get one to the freeway.  Not so.  It is also a 'safe space' for acceleration so that one can safely merge with freeway traffic.

'One' above refers to the driver-vehicle composite.

Suppose you are behind some old lady tooling along at 35 mph when she should be doing 50-60 in preparation for a smooth merge. You may be tempted to pass her to the left thereby violating the gore lane.

Don't do it.  Or else a hefty fine may be in your future.

The old are too cautious.  The young are too reckless.  These sentences are examples of generic generalizations.

Companion post: Why is the Gore Lane So-Called?

Changing the Engine Air Filter on a 2013 Jeep Wrangler

The owner's manual calls for a changeout every 30,000 miles or 3 years, whichever comes first.  That doesn't make a lot of sense to me.  These off-road vehicles suck in a lot of dust off-road and plenty of dust on-road too in a dusty state like Arizona.  And since air filters are cheap, and the installation easy,  I thought I'd go ahead, invest a few dollars and minutes and change mine even though I am only about half-way to the 30,000 mile mark.

The STP filter cost me $13.89 plus tax at Auto Zone.

Well, the installation used to be easy on Jeeps: unsnap four clips with your fingers, lift up the plastic air box hood, remove old filter, insert new, reconnect clips.  No tools needed. 

So I unsnapped the four clips, but the hood wouldn't come off.  So I got a flashlight and looked for a fifth clip.  Didn't find one. Now I am sweating like a pig and cursing the recalcitrance of matter.  Why is this simple job proving to be difficult? 

To the Internet!  One video was useless, and so was the Jeep Forum, but then I found this video in which the secret is revealed.