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The cookie consent banner here is the ultimate dark pattern. No deny all option, and the options are impossible to determine. Is the first toggle to turn on or off? I assume on, but that's not labelled anywhere. Based on convention, I'd assume to the right is enabled, but it's entirely against their interests to have it default to off.
Yep, I just closed the tab and said fuck it.
Interesting how Japanese companies were pursuing these compact mobility solutions. One other example is Honda made two of them: - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honda_Motocompo in 1980s and - https://motocompacto.honda.com just a few years ago. This one is electric.
He opens with an entertaining sketch then digs into some of the history around these portable vehicle concepts.
O sweet times when it was imaginable to have a combustion engine weighing 32 kg in your check-in luggage. I sincerely wonder if this wasn't hazmat back then?
Pre-2001 was... different. I was stopped by the metal detector at an airport. I didn't know why. Then the guy in the lane next to me said, "Oh, I'm wearing steel-toed boots." I said, "Oh, I am too." (True) Without any further questions or checking, they let us both through. "That? It's just a giant, red, spherical Christmas ornament, with a string to hang it by, that happens to smell of gunpowder... and the monogram…
I remove mine to send through the xray every time though, even though I'm usually told I don't need to.
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Pre-2001 was... different. I was stopped by the metal detector at an airport. I didn't know why. Then the guy in the lane next to me said, "Oh, I'm wearing steel-toed boots." I said, "Oh, I am too." (True) Without any further questions or checking, they let us both through. "That? It's just a giant, red, spherical Christmas ornament, with a string to hang it by, that happens to smell of gunpowder... and the monogram…
I remember pre 9/11 walking right up to the gate my mom was departing out of because she was nervous to go through it. I don't even remember going through security because we didn't have a ticket, they just let us through? My first time flying myself was a school trip in January 2002, so a lot of the security theater hadn't started yet. There was more security, and I had to remove my jacket and belt, but it was still…
Pre 9/11, IIRC security checkpoints was a metal detector and an x-ray for bags, but they didn't check IDs or tickets. Boarding passes were checked at the gate, maybe sometimes IDs were checked, depending on airline policy; but you often did need to stop at the check in counter to get a boarding pass and drop bags and ID might be checked there... you could also check in at the gate if you didn't have any bags to check.
But you could absolutely walk your friends/family to the gate for departures or meet them at the gate for arrivals. My local large airport now has a visitor pass program for 300 people a day [1], which is maybe a start of a return to the old ways? You can also get passes to accompany minors in the airport that will be flying unaccompanied.
[1] https://www.portseattle.org/page/sea-visitor-pass-program
O sweet times when it was imaginable to have a combustion engine weighing 32 kg in your check-in luggage. I sincerely wonder if this wasn't hazmat back then?
Pre-2001 was... different. I was stopped by the metal detector at an airport. I didn't know why. Then the guy in the lane next to me said, "Oh, I'm wearing steel-toed boots." I said, "Oh, I am too." (True) Without any further questions or checking, they let us both through. "That? It's just a giant, red, spherical Christmas ornament, with a string to hang it by, that happens to smell of gunpowder... and the monogram…
On one of my first flights alone, 16-year-old me had forgotten I had a knife in my backpack. X-ray guy took it with him to a back room, measured the blade to be shorter than, idk, 12 cm or so, and just handed it back.
Another time I found a long wood screw on the floor at school, and out of boredom during class, I just drove it sideways into my boot's heel. Months later it gave the metal detector guys at the airport a bit of a pause. They asked me to remove the boots, x-rayed them, came together to admire my long-forgotten idle work, scratched their heads and had me proceed.