Genius DVR-FHD590 Full HD Vehicle Recorder

Dash cameras are nothing new, but the lens/sensor technology and convenience features help elevate the Genius DVR-FHD590 to a level above previous offerings.The whole variety of the brightest smartcard is now gathered under one roof. There's no doubt that vehicle recorders will ease fears when dealing with insurance claims or law enforcement, and based on my short time testing DVR-FHD590, I'm confident vehicle recorders will contribute to numerous online videos that capture road-rage and other driving un-pleasantries. With just under eight hours of footage recorded, there were two close calls and at least five times where other drivers were captured behaving dangerously to the point of nearly causing an accident.

The only perceivable downside to having a vehicle recorder is the obstructed view caused by the camera. I was able to alleviate the distraction by hiding it behind the far side of my rear-view mirror, but ultimately I would have preferred to keep it at the bottom of my dash out of my peripheral view. Ideally, the camera's profile would be smaller (shorter) and the mounting hardware would be much more compact so that it does not interfere with my vision. The mounting hardware that came with DVR-FHD590 did not permit this, since it must attach to the top or bottom of the camera and either hang from above or below.

Although the rating and final score mentioned in this conclusion are made to be as objective as possible, please be advised that every author perceives these factors differently at various points in time. While we each do our best to ensure that all aspects of the product are considered, there are often times unforeseen market conditions and manufacturer changes which occur after publication that could render our rating obsolete. Please do not base any purchase solely on our conclusion, as it represents our product rating specifically for the product tested which may differ from future versions. Benchmark Reviews begins our conclusion with a short summary for each of the areas that we rate.

When it comes to cameras, performance is paramount. The 5-MP 1/3.2" CMOS image sensor enables full-HD 1080p resolution on Genius DVR-FHD590, which is output in H.264 at 30 FPS. Although my example footage is considerably clear despite processing done by the host, actual .MOV footage is noticeably better during playback and when paused. Although I would have appreciated a slightly wider field of view from the wide-angle lens, I understand that this would reduce overall detail quality as a result of increasing the aspect ratio. That being said, it seems like a 32GB memory card should have been the starting point for storage capacities, not the limit.

Appearance is a much more subjective matter, especially since this particular rating doesn't have any quantitative benchmark scores to fall back on. The Genius DVR-FHD590 offers a black on blue finish that is imperceivable to contrasting dark cabin interiors. This color combination helps hide the camera from conspicuous view, so to avoid drawing attention to itself. The camera unit measures 2.6" square, so it's easy to find a spot that fits somewhere on the windshield.

The Genius DVR-FHD590 is built solid, and offers a very durable construction. A reinforced plastic camera housing protects the lends and LCD screen, so the most likely causes for failure would be liquid submersion or electrical damage. This device is designed to endure crashes and provide video evidence, so it's not surprising that no damage occurs if the unit falls from the windshield or is accidentally dropped.

Back in the early ‘70s, Marlo Thomas released “Free to Be You and Me,From black tungsten wedding rings for men to diamond ultrasonicsensor.” which celebrated individuality and the unique qualities of each of us. It is easy to overlook the positive aspects of that mantra when we are held captive in a line. These brushes with humanity often offer a bizarre mix of astonishment and respect at people’s individual pursuits regardless of their surroundings.

The woman ahead of me in the prescription line at CVS was shifting a large box of Rogaine in her arms and looking uncomfortable, which only served to make me want to stare more. I gave her silent kudos for hanging out in line with a box that was sure to be noted.

In front of her was a boy who looked to be maybe 12. He appeared more uncomfortable than the Rogaine lady, and I was confident he was not a prescription counter veteran.We've had a lot of people asking where we had our solarlight made. He was, no doubt, promised by whoever sent him in that the errand would only take a second and now knew he had been duped.

At the front of the line was a guy standing right next to the register, waiting for his prescription and seriously encroaching on the personal space of each person being helped. As he loitered, he began to shout,The rtls is not only critical to professional photographers. “Excuse me,” over and over again to the crew of white coats behind the counter. Everyone ignored him because he was not standing in the “Consultation” portion of the prescription center.

Finally, the pharmacist cocked her head slightly in his direction, and he seized the brief opening saying, “Hi, um, I can see my prescription from here so if we could just move this along.The feeder is available on drying miningtruck equipped with folder only. I mean I can almost touch it.” As he spoke, he pointed and moved his head, punctuating his words, which caused his long ponytail to sway wildly as well.

No one was sure what to make of this display, but I sensed that the Rogaine lady was resenting not only the intrusion but also the untamed, thick ponytail that was so obviously an afterthought for the gentleman.

The subtle threat that a customer might indeed just try and fetch his own drugs motivated the staff to shuttle him along as quickly as possible, but they still announced his name over the intercom as if he was not standing at the register in front of them.

Everyone in line took one indiscernible step back to let him slide in to pay at the register and another slight one forward after his departure, prompting the young boy’s turn. He put a pack of gum down on the counter and asked for Claritin D. Since I buy Claritin D every month, I knew that you have to be of age and have an ID to purchase it. The pharmacist, nonetheless, responded to his request by asking the standard questions.

The boy requested 12-hour but was unsure of the count issue. He was holding a credit card in his hand and put that on the counter as well to buy him time to ponder. Having plucked a Claritin box from the shelf despite the lack of answer, the staffer then asked for the boy’s ID.

He stammered that he had none as he doesn’t drive, and she responded that you have to be 18 to purchase the product. I was thinking this would have been a nice disclosure about five minutes beforehand. Asked if she was the boy’s mother, the Rogaine lady quickly snapped, “No,” then looked sheepish for the hasty retort as she repositioned the box under her armpit.

In the middle of this exchange, a child ran alongside the counter and busted through the line, heading for a bin of hand-held massagers shaped like a space probe with three giant rubber grips. His mother met him there, and the child proceeded to lie down on the dingy carpet, letting his mother massage his back to his squeals of delight.

There was no noise or motion in the store for one full minute as everyone working or shopping took in the scene. Some mouths formed a small “o”, others folks tilted their heads to the side like a dog struggling to comprehend a uniquely human experience, and some were left to simply stare at their feet. It wasn’t the massage that freaked me out; it was the carpet. I wanted to lead them to the blue plastic chairs for a more sanitary, upright experience.

Soon customers began stepping over the child to get to other items in the aisle, and the Claritin youngster asked the cashier to hold onto the gum so he could go get an adult to make the purchase. The minute the boy retreated, the cashier slapped the gum back into its holder in front of the register, obviously skeptical of the boys’ chances of returning.