Porcine on the dotted line

Sy Montgomery writes in The Good Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood:

I never met a pig I didn’t like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop.

And contrary to auto-journalist mythology, they do not understeer.

6 comments

  1. backwoods conservative »

    20 May 2015 · 5:15 pm

    I don’t think I want to be under a steer.

    Sy Montgomery has probably never met a wild boar. From what I hear, wild hogs have a disposition that can make them dangerous.

    And BTW, the best bumper sticker I ever saw said, “Will Rogers never met a Gamecock.”

  2. McGehee »

    20 May 2015 · 9:30 pm

    I had been driving my first front-wheeler for some years before reading that they steer differently than rear-wheelers.

    I hadn’t noticed. I have always steered cars precisely enough to make them go where I want. It had never occurred to me that for some reason I should be steering a certain set amount and expecting each car to perform exactly like every other.

  3. CGHill »

    20 May 2015 · 10:32 pm

    At normal speeds and g-forces, it doesn’t matter so much. Push the envelope a bit, and the laws of physics, as interpreted by the suspension hardware and the tires, push back.

    Among racers, the old saying is that understeer is when you hit the wall with the front of the car; oversteer is when you hit the wall with the back of the car.

  4. McGehee »

    21 May 2015 · 6:53 am

    I’ve worked in offices. “Pushing the envelope” is something I’ve actually done — but never in a car…

  5. Jack Baruth »

    21 May 2015 · 8:15 am

    The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

  6. CGHill »

    21 May 2015 · 9:43 am

    “Who wants bacon?” came the voice from the scullery.

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