Italians sure do love their coffee, and for true connoisseurs a paper cup full of Starbucks just isn’t going to cut it. So what better solution than sticking a fully functioning espresso maker in the new Fiat 500L?
The Italian car company revealed this month that the latest version of the sporty hatchback will come with the option of a Lavazza coffee maker (complete with matching cups, a sugar container, and a spoon) right in the center console.
Lavazza is more or less the Starbucks of Italy so it was a natural pairing – as natural as putting a coffee machine in a car could have been. Fiat called the machine “perfectly integrated in the car with a deck designed expressly by Fiat.” The “brewing flask” plugs into its own power source; just add water and coffee grounds and voila: mocha for the miles.
The car is due to hit Italian streets in October, then the rest of Europe, and make its way across the pond to the US in 2013. Don’t throw out your to-go cup just yet, though: it’s doubtful that the espresso maker will be an option in the American make, given the brewing controversy over driver distraction in the states.
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It's kind of funny because caffeine is a "harder" drug than methamphetamine.
It's funny because the ya-baa 'amphetamine' pills that send so many Thais insane, have a great deal more caffeine in them than any amphetamine-like ingredients. I had one of them once, after a lady's trolley at the airport escaped her control and with failed brakes, it made a beeline straight for me as I was almost a full escalator ahead of her. I was staring at a security guard yelling at me trying to work out what I'd done wrong. As it turned out, that's what I was doing wrong.
When I realised he was looking just a little behind me, I turned just in time to see the trolley crash into my ankle. I'm a melodramatic 'diver' by nature (like a football striker without the striking ability) but in my defence, I really detest pain. I thought my leg was broke, the poor lady was in tears and panic; I realised before everyone that it was just a nasty gash but there was blood everywhere and it was a fabulously dramatic scene.
I was rushed to the hospital awash with guilt as the lady was beside herself, on account of my initial dramatic histrionics. I got a dozen stitches and a warning to stay off my feet for a couple days, but my Thai tuk-tuk 'friend' holla'd with ya-baa and veritably spiked my oxygen with that poisonous coffee-choc thick smoke. I was flat out trying to suck invisible air; ultimately, unsuccessfully.
I once saw this guy beat his 3rd girlfriend (he was married with 2 kids, had a mistress with 1 kid and another on the way; and he treated both like queens, but this stunningly pretty childless child he despised and viciously beat - to be fair, she was a whore who worked in the illicit Thai sex industry which is just shameful, ask anyone in Polite Society who fucks them every day, they'll tell you; being an exploited child is shameful when you're exploiting them). She was so pretty I think I might have been tempted to get involved, but only for a suicidal second or two. It was kinda funny, she literally couldn't have cared less except she was furious because I was there to see her face get viciously slapped and backhanded; I guess she lost face but if she stayed in love she was going to lose her pretty face anyway. No face is going to remain pretty or hold firm in the face of blows like the ones he was landing on the pretty cheeks he was turning every other way.
Love is very sweet and humans are emotionally insane. Particularly humans that have reason to interact heavily with Westerners, in any case.
I smoked ya-baa 'recreationally'. But I tended to only seek recreation when I was in pain. The next few days were a blur but I remember laughing at one point when I realised I must have stepped in a puddle without realising it. My foot was drenched, I could feel the squishing mud in the sole of my shoe and I looked down and realised I'd stepped in a puddle of muddy blood. Pretty sure it was my own, but who knows really. I felt absolutely no pain.
Caffeine is a helluva drug when it's not regulated. But then I guess it's unfair to call it "caffeine", in such an instance?
It's somewhat telling that they label street 'caffeine' as "amphetamine" and street 'amphetamines' they label "amphetamines". You know what I mean?
But I understand why coffee is great. No really, have you seen how people get when they haven't had their morning cuppa yet? Fucking demented junkie slaves.
cup is this true?
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