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Cars. Too smart for their own good Bonnie
Had your car been recalled yet? If not,
don’t feel left out. At the rate things
are going - and providing you’re
behind the wheel of a vehicle of more recent
vintage than a 1983 Westfalia - you should be
getting a letter from your dealer sometime
soon.
Consider: DaimlerChrysler is recalling
135,000 sedans to replace faulty seat bolts.
GM wants to have another look at a few
thousand specimens of a dozen car and van
models built since 1999 to fix the air bags,
steering linkages and trunk releases.
Volkswagen is asking owners of Passats built
between 1990 and ‘97 to bring in their buggies
for some work on defective front seat heaters.
There are also recall orders for Dodge
Dakotas (headlights); Kawasakis (oil leaks);
Honda minivans (leaky gas tanks); Mitsubishis
(accelerator pedal problems); Chevrolet
Silverados (unsealed windshields); and
Toyotas (slippery floor mats).
And those, friends, are merely the recall
notices that went out to the public in ONE
WEEK recently.
What’s the problem here? Are carmakers
building lousier cars these days?
No, they’re just building cars that are ‘way
more complicated.
At the risk of sounding like a dinosaur, I
have to say that I remember riding in the
rumble seat (look it up, kiddies) of my brother-
in-law Roy’s Model T Ford. It had hand-
operated windshield wipers, skinny rubber
wheels with wooden spokes, and a brass horn
mounted on the door frame that went AY-
OOOOOOOO-GAH when you squeezed the
rubber bulb.
And no worries about the electric starter
malfunctioning. There wasn’t one.
Tories seek votes from 1
Got a call a few days ago asking me to
vote for Ernie Eves - all the way
from New Brunswick.
The caller was not an excited Maritimer
informing that the east coast is buzzing over
the Ontario Progressive Conservative
premier’s accomplishments, nor an
expatriate Ontarian letting it be known who
he would vote for if he could.
The caller, obviously youthful, introduced
herself by her first name and said she was
phoning “on behalf of Ernie Eves and your
local candidate, Charis Kelso,” the Tory
running in the Toronto riding of St. Paul’s.
She said Eves’s policies include allowing
homeowners to deduct part of their
mortgage interest payments from taxes and
“no more teachers’ strikes” and asked if I
would vote for him when the election is
called.
When told there are concerns whether
Eves will keep promises, because he has
backed off several, including one to sell the
province’s electricity transmission network,
she said she knew nothing about that.
Asked what other policies Eves has, she
started to read from his platform, The Road
Ahead. To other questions, she said she was
phoning from Miramichi and was a student
employed by an organization she identified,
after turning to someone to confirm, as
“Responsive Marketing Group.”
This raises embarrassing questions for the
Tories. Parties normally use volunteers,
often party members, to phone voters
seeking support, and the Tories over the
years have been able to count on more than
Arthur
Black
You started the car by jamming a steel hand
crank into a slot below the radiator, giving it a
reef, then running back to the driver’s seat
before the car took off on its own.
Roy’s Model T wasn’t fast or smooth riding,
but it was reliable. Most cars were back then.
After all, there wasn’t that much that could go
wrong.
And when something did go wrong, you
didn’t have to be a diagnostic technician or a
mechanical wizard to fix it.
I also recall a ‘52 Pontiac my Dad drove that
had a tendency to jam in first gear.
My Dad’s solution? He’d get out, open the
hood, smack the gear linkage with a ball peen
hammer, close the hood, get back in the
driver’s seat and drive on.
I try not to even open the hood of my car
nowadays. What’s the point? It looks like the
command centre for the Pickering nuclear
plant in there, with sleek, gray, anonymous
modules ticking and humming away, all
carrying stem admonitions.
WARNING: NEVER OPEN WHEN HOT.
POISON! CAUSES SEVERE BURNS.
DANGER! EXHAUST GASES PRESENT.
CAUTION! SEE MANUAL.
And the mystifying REMINDER: USE ATF
DEXRON AS FLUID FILL.
Can you remember when Volkswagen
Beetles came with a wooden yardstick you
dipped into the gas tank to measure how much
Eric
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Queen’s Park
their share of them.
Voters called at their homes and asked to
support a candidate envisage they are being
called from a bustling campaign office not
far away, packed with public-spirited
volunteers, working enthusiastically to elect
the person of their choice.
Voters picture them, young and old, giving
up leisure time, tirelessly thumbing through
phone books and repeating information out
of the goodness of their hearts. The mere
fact so many go to so much trouble is some
testimony their candidate has merit.
But the Tories now have people calling
voters from a thousand miles away who
have never set eyes on the candidate or
riding and know nothing about his or her
record and policies except for a few brief
notes handed them on a sheet of paper. And
they are paid for doing it.
The Tories under Eves and his
predecessor, Mike Harris, have fallen far
behind the Liberals in polls over the past
three years and now seem also to have fallen
so far behind in attracting volunteers they
have to pay people in another province to do
their calling.
fuel you had left? I can.
Seems impossibly Neolithic when I read
about the latest ‘automotive breakthrough’ -
something called iDrive.
iDrive is a knob that you’ll find in the
centre of the dashboard on the latest models
of BMWs. It can be moved in eight differ
ent directions and that gives you access to -
get this - SEVEN HUNDRED different
functions.
What kind of functions? Everything short of
a moon landing.
iDrive puts you in charge of
Communications (telephone). Navigation
(guidance, scroll-down road maps, GPS etc.),
Entertainment (radio, CD, DVD) and Climate
(heat, AC, air distribution).
But that’s just the major groupings.
Secondary menus include options like OB
Data (On board computer and maintenance
operation, don’t you know) and Settings
(activation and deactivation of vehicle settings
such as traction control).
All I can say is: Earth to BMW: I don’t give
a flying lug-nut about all that crap - and it does
not improve my highway confidence to think
that the guy at the wheel of the oncoming
BMW is bent over fiddling with his iDrive to
check his latitude and longitude.
I don’t want a dashboard console with 700
functions not counting the DVD/audioCD-
R/mp3 player - I want a car that conforms to
the philosophy of those early Model A and
Model T Fords.
Somebody once asked the man who created
them, Henry Ford, what colours his cars came
in. Ford fixed the inquirer with a flinty glare
and grumped “You can have any colour you
want. As long as it’s black.”
That’s all a car driver really needs. That, and
,000 miles
The Tories constantly say they’re better at
creating jobs in Ontario. If they have to hire
people to canvass for votes, surely they
should hire them so it provides jobs in
Ontario, not a thousand miles away. Or are
they hiring far away hoping the news will
never get out?
The Tories, who receive huge donations
from business, have ample funds to pay
outsiders to keep the phones busy day and
night.
They tend to deride demonstrations that
quickly come together for left-wing causes
as rent-a-crowd, although there is no
evidence anyone is paid, but now the Tories
are resorting to rent-a-canvasser.
This is not the only Tory tactic that seems
contrived. Their caller made it clear they
will campaign particularly on promises to
make mortgage interest payments tax
deductible and ban teachers’ strikes.
But making mortgage interest tax
deductible was never discussed by Eves
until it suddenly burst forth in his election
platform.
Banning teachers from striking also was
not contemplated by Eves and in recent
comments he opposed a ban.
This suggests these two policies and some
others he is premising were dreamed up
solely because his surveys have shown they
can win votes in an election and are just as
contrived and artificial as rent-a-canvasser.
The Tories also presumably have people
canvassing us from New Brunswick because
costs there are? lower - soon they may be
seeking our votes from Taiwan.
The short of it
So much hope
There are so many things I could be
writing about. We got SARS out of our
system, we thought, just in time for
West Nile to take centre stage. Then a cow in
Alberta brought the scare of Bovine
Spongiform Encephalopathy or mad cow
disease (Boy that sounds scary no matter how
you say it). And then SARS came back.
It kind of makes you wonder if somebody up
there is licked off at Canada.
We can panic over all of this. We can over
react. We can even find the humour as one
fellow recently did, joking that it has never
been so unsafe to barbecue beef in cottage
country, particularly if that cottage is near
Toronto.
Or we can warily ignore it, exercising a level
of caution, but taking a deep breath and doing
our best to put it all into perspective. There are
after all, many scarier things out there than one
sick cow in Alberta.
It was with this thought in mind recently,
that I took a stroll in the rather rare sunshine.
The news had, 1 admit, overwhelmed me just a
little and 1 decided to focus my attention on the
beauty around me.
And it was, and is, bountiful. The positive in
the deluge of rain has been the vibrant
greening of lawns and trees. Flowers are
slowly starting to emerge from winter sleep
bringing an energizing burst of colour to yards
and landscapes.
The vividness of life is not simply visual,
however. There is the sense of touch as we are
kissed by warming breezes and soothed by the
sun.
We can taste the vitality as we enjoy the
early offerings from the earth, asparagus and
hubarb.
Beauiy can be heard too. Bees and
hummingbirds buzz as they begin their dance,
flitting from place to place, bud to bud. The
drone of lawn mowers give special effect to
the scene of springtime awakening.
And the music. I had not realized how much
I had mused the music of spring and summer,
my windchimes and the birds.
It was the awareness of the latter that
reminded me of another springtime sight.
Mounting the stairs of our garage I moved
slowly to the window. Perched on the ledge is
a robin’s nest. Where just a week before had
lain a wriggling mass more reminiscent of the
worms they would eventually consume, were
now four slightly transparent babies. Eyes still
closed, they snuggle their sparsely-downed
bodies together waiting for mom to return, to
nurture and protect.
I try not to stay too long. Mama robin is
reluctant to sit when invading eyes are present.
But for a brief time I watch this new life,
fascinated by the growth, marvelling just a
little at their survival and protectively praying
it continues.
I have become a surrogate mother hen. I
check their progress regularly now, always
happy to see the same number. While they are
safe from feline predators in their penthouse
dwelling, I am concerned about other enemies.
Their home makes them vulnerable to larger
birds looking for easy prey.
The height that has protected them from so
much in the early stage of their life, also
worries me as I think of their first flight, over
my concrete patio.
So many obstacles in an already precarious
world. But oh so much hope too.