If the Trump administration decides to suspend air bag requirements to allow the importation of TINY CARS, why would bigger, safer cars still have to have air bags? From Eric Peters at ericpetersautos.com:
Will Americans really be able to buy what Trump refers to as TINY CARS – i.e., the cars (and small pick-up trucks) that aren’t currently legal to sell in this country because they do not have federally-required “safety” equipment such as multiple air bags or comply with other federal “safety” requirements, such as roof crush and side-impact “standards”?
Well, maybe. If Trump or Sean Duffy – the secretary of transportation – declare the requirements are no longer required. That would be on par with a declaration that paying income taxes is no longer required – and just as likely to happen. Keep in mind that Trump has not closed the Department of Transportation, which is the regulatory bureaucracy that has de facto legislative power – a “regulation” being functionally indistinguishable from a law. If the DOT (and subordinate bureaucracies such as the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration) remain open for business, it means that whatever Trump (and Duffy) say today could be countermanded tomorrow. Or in January of 2029, when a new president will be elevated and a new transportation secretary appointed.
If the regulatory bureaucracies are still there, the power to regulate is still there. At best, Trump and Duffy may issue a temporary abatement. Even that is difficult to imagine because how could the federal government say that it’s safe to allow the sale of TINY CARS without the “safety” equipment (e.g., air bags) that larger (inherently safer) vehicles are still required to have? It would be like saying certain specially favored people are exempt from having to pay income taxes.
I’ve always wondered if that picture of a tiny car smashed between two dump trucks on the interstate is a photochop.
Saw a funny canned brain AI generated video on Tube off to the right of a judge blocking the big ballroom.
The comrades weren’t so worked up when the immaculate Chicago Jesus Messiah built a basketball court.