All the time I'm watching it, I keep thinking "C'mon, c'mon, somebody TOUCH IT". Finally, one brave soul, likely a descendant of Quint, "has a go" at the somewhat stealth-shaped fin. Chase that thing out of your turf, little dude.
If I were going to build something for that much I'd opt for a ship that was capable of total submersion. A yacht-submarine. Why? Because it would be cool.
There was a commercial, perhaps I even heard about it on here, aired in England. An elder lass has a fake steering wheel, as they pass another vehicle, she jerks the wheel "towards" them. Pandemonium ensued. Here it is: http://youtu.be/q_Hx4LL27ys
If one were to do a quick search with the phrase "Will Smith Graham Norton", one would see the former doing an impromptu rendition of the Fresh Prince theme on the latter's chat show. It is quite a nice moment.
I believe it's a matter of "they won't sting you until one of them stings you". When one bee stings you, you're also "marked" (chemically? pheremonally?) as a threat, and then the envenomation begins. Also, there was none of the threatening "bonking" of the camera that bees often do to let you know it's time to back off.
Staged? Odd, I find this totally plausible. I've seen this kind of thing before involving all sorts of stuff. A guy who did a ton of driving (lived 2 hours from work) had what I used to refer to as his own personal compost heap in the back seat and floor. Another guy whose car I would never want to enter had at least a half inch depth of cigarette ash on any surface that was carpeted. And, an obese upstairs neighbor (argh) had a huge station wagon that was filled stem to stern, right up to the windows and along the dashboard, with boxes and wrappers from almost every Hostess product you can imagine. The reason the driver's seat is so "clean" is that's where the owner sits, the actual driving region of the nest. Can't have a stray soda cup rolling under the pedals, can we?
This makes absolutely no sense to me, unless you are the type of person who remembers one thing and only one thing at a time. I might remember burning myself as a child, which might be nice to forget. But, with that forgetting, will I also lose the memories of mom taking care of me, my best friend walking me home, siblings concerns, and all else associated and intertwined with that memory? In short, this sounds like a tidy little basis for fiction, but maybe not so great otherwise.
I envision a cool group of kids, cranking up the sound system with Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries",and most definitely cruising at a speed far in excess of the "maximum" 10 mph.
And, hereafter, mystery writers, quiz shows, and anyone else trying to befuddle smartypants will be able to use the supposedly throw-away line "born December 30, 2011 in Samoa" as a telltale lie.
Here it is: http://youtu.be/q_Hx4LL27ys
The reason the driver's seat is so "clean" is that's where the owner sits, the actual driving region of the nest. Can't have a stray soda cup rolling under the pedals, can we?
http://www.area-56.de/
This site, which doesn't appear to be updated anymore, has lots of remarkable, touching, and cool artwork. I love the style and sweetness.
In short, this sounds like a tidy little basis for fiction, but maybe not so great otherwise.