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March 15, 2015

Buzz Kill Buzz Box with no Buzzcocks.

C-Net Watched at the wheel

(Oldsters and Wee Ones should note that the Buzzcocks were a punk band and not some euphemism for something naughty)

Oh what a tangled car we drive. Can we not trust teens to not speed? Where could teens be speeding to? Oh, beer run then off to the party, then the club, then to some friend's house where the 'rents are out of town so the sex can begin. Oh, its late, time to speed home, sexed up, drunk and tired. I don't see the problem.

I'm not sure how a little box that peeps when the g-meter gets tripped is going to tell the teen something he/she doesn't know, like say... you're in a 4 wheel skid going sideways at 60. I thing the device will act is the same way the bell does on that hit-pad-with the-hammer game at the fair. They will TRY to make it ring. $280 is a lot to spend on something that doesn't even keep a log of the event like some rental car companies do. That's a huge bummer, I'm almost tempted not to abuse rental cars now. Almost.

Posted by LFelix at March 15, 2015 10:28 PM

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