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Oct 7,  · Coming on the heels of the hottest September in recorded history, October will be remembered as the month when the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department launched the .

Suddenly, I hear a loud crash. I whip around, and this car just smashed into a vending machine on the corner of Motomachi and Nakazato. Like, seriously? Who even does that? I rush over, heart racing. The driver’s fine, just shaken up. But the vending machine? RIP, my dude. All those drinks wasted. I’m low-key sad about it.

Toyota accelerates use of hydrogen at Motomachi Plant