I mean, this video is old, but Jon Hoffman the inventor of these was on the Adam Carolla podcast (8/25/09) and pointed them out. The first generation go for about 30k for the set of four, the new generation goes for “about 1k per wheel”. I have never understood the whole point of the big ridiculous rims, but honestly, this takes the cake for corniest of them all. (video after the jump)
G4 recently changed what their name stood for. It originally meant the four generations of video games that we have been through (text, sprites, polygons and textures), now it means Games, Gear, Gadgets and Gigabytes. This change expresses a primordial problem with the network, it’s demographic is too limited. I don’t want to be watching people playing video games, I want to play video games. I watch professional football because I can’t just decide to play professional football one night. I can however turn on my PS3… and I do.
So what do you do then? Well, turns out they had it right the first time around, when they merged with TechTV and became G4TechTV. I would watch The Screensavers all the time. I love that they had Call for Help helping with people’s questions live on the air, I found it so interesting and so educational that even though I’d rather be doing something else, I would sit down and tune to it, or I would just have it in the background… More than ESPN even.
My grandfather was a proponent of everything American made for years. He owned a ’85 Cadillac DeVille and a ’88 Chrysler New Yorker as I was growing up. I don’t remember much about the Cadillac, but I remember that the New Yorker had a computer that would talk to you and I remember that when that computer broke the speedometer and everything electronic also stopped working. We spent months waiting for that computer to get fixed. We would still use the car, of course, we would just not have any idea of how fast/slow we were going, or how much gas we had in the tank. We were driving blind. Old habits die hard however. When my grandmother asked me what car the family should get, I suggested a Ford Taurus. We got it, everything was oval shaped, just like Ford’s logo. I had done the research, I had seen the car I really liked, I even had pictures of a rally version of that car. The year was 1996, I was 13. My grandfather died a few months later, and my watching of movie Westerns on video and my liking of American cars died with him.
The Taurus was plagued with transmission problems that were so common, they should have placed them in the brochure. I remember these clearly since every time we had to go to the garage I would believe this was my fault because I had picked out this car. My grandmother picked it over the Volvo my father suggested, and that was a vote of confidence in me. I had let my family down by having picked a Ford. I was not going to make that mistake again.