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Detroit, 9:47 PM
Sat Nov 28
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08/23/09
The Good News: That's still only halfway through.
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Thanks again Murilee. I now have a big smile on my face and couple tears of joy in my eyes.
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"Hey Sis, come over here & we'll go down this slide into a pit of antifreeze & old 30-weight together!"
"OK, in a minute - I wanna play in this sandbox full of rusty nails first!"
08/23/09
@HoonThatFerrari:
"You guys are BOTH lame! I'm gonna run up into the elephant's mouth & get shit out his ass!"
08/23/09
I like them.
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They've made the drive from GB to Sturgeon Bay a fast and smooth one.
Now if they could improve some of the roads between Tomah and Oshkosh it would be a really fast drive.
All though that might take some character away from the drive. Twists, turns, little unincorporated spots. Fun drive.
08/23/09
Oh my, the '50 Chevy strikes my heart, Murilee, your playing with my heart again!
My dad has a very nice rust free 1950 Chevrolet Styleline Deluxe in storage. Black, Stove-Bolt 6 with ta 3 on the tree. There is a pill bottle (Glass) in the glove box from 1964 too!
It was his grandmothers I believe. When she died, he was driving it back from South Carolina to Houston TX, when the motor died in Georgia. Trashy gas (Old, and just crap pump gas), and the lack of driving before my dad was able to get it (Sat for many years) caused a valve to stick and it locked up. I think it stayed with an uncle of my dad's for a few years until my dad was able to drive a tow truck all the way from Houston to Georgia to pick it up. I grew up in Dallas with it sitting in my driveway, usually under a car cover. Back when I was young it was hulking, massive, and reminded me of the Bat Mobile. In 2001 when we moved back to Houston it went into storage. I wasn't over 10, so the car was still huge to me. About 2 years ago, we went into the storage lot to pull some parts for the CST10, and I decided to pull some of the covers off it. Hadn't seen it in nearly 7 years. Boy, Hun's car was a lot smaller now. I never got a good picture of the whole car (Only the one attached above), and lost the others I had when the Hard drive on my PC froze, but if someone wants I can go dig up the photographs and scan them, if murilee can post them, That'd kick ass. A 20 year old DOTS set of photos.
Currently it sits holding old car parts in the trunk, and a built TPI 350 under the nose, but only as an oversized engine stand, that was for another car of my past. A certain '78 El Camino.
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@BRAWNDO_POWERED: And I think it looked like this:
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You'd have to leave the IH foundry sticker on the Plymouth, though.
08/09/09
I love those little thumbnail cartoons in the Vauxhall ad: It has a big nose to better smash unruly boys; contains both a speedometer AND a fuel gauge; the rear window is included, even though they couldn't be bothered to build the middle of the back seat.
But I would totally rock that Daimler, if it didn't have a slushbox. Why, it's practically the practical man's Rolls Royce!
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08/08/09
They were saying that even before my parents were born. Valentino Balboni put it well when he said 'You have to become one piece only.' With a manual transmission, you are an integral piece of the machine, stirring coals deep in the heart of the fire, while computer controls have very little need of you being there, and would eliminate you entirely if they could. Silicon transistors do not require and do not respond to any change of force or delicacy, reason or subtlety; they are creatures of absolutes. And while their absolutes and boundaries have been made smaller, they have become far greater in number, their scope more expansive, their control more complete, your input less relevant. You are placed ever further from the nerve center of the machine, replaced by digital senses. The tide has turned: destroyers of machinery gave Luddites their name, but now it is the machines, electrified and calculating, that destroy the human.
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Not sure it's technically post-war, but have to have a Bently
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@Murilee Martin: There is one with the guy running from a shiny side up Gremlin, but I agree with your sentiment.
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This is a British car company, so clearly they're referring to some strange kind of traditional Druid witchcraft alchemy unfamiliar to us Americans.... you know, you bring home some hay today, shape a few handfuls of strands of it into an effigy of a chicken, whisper some incantations under the light of a full moon, burn the straw chicken effigy; then mysteriously, the next morning you have a yardful of chickens.
08/10/09
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Forget Corvettes. Porsches, and Ferraris. You're not going to win over the really cultured hot babes unless you drive a 1954 Wolseley. Never mind that it's built on a stretched Morris Minor platform and only might manage 75 mph with a strong tailwind. Sex appeal is more important than these trivial concerns, right?
07/25/09