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Detroit, 6:03 PM
Tue Nov 10
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10/02/09
I wonder if the new (and incredibly huge) Delta, which has been on sale far a few months now, will be part of WRC. It'll definitely never acquire the status the first gen has though.
10/02/09
10/02/09
I'll be watching the Cup race from Kansas, along with the 50 million LOYAL NASCAR fans. I might even join ya and tune in, cause I love the HD.
10/02/09
Don't forget that World Rally was popular on SPEED before SPEED sold out.
10/02/09
10/03/09
10/03/09
I will not be tuning in to nascar. Ever again.
10/03/09
Have fun with your slot cars!
10/04/09
I watched Suzuka. Watched Kansas. Now watching all the WRC stuff.
Us real racing fans won't miss you at all.
Oh, and if WRC on US TV is a failure again, it will be your fault...again. Cope.
10/04/09
That's because you haven't been paying attention. Don't think that will change with the broadcasting of WRC. I recommend professional help.
10/04/09
99.999% of your post is absolute mindless moronic drivel and is not worth responding to except your last lie. Speed did not sell out WRC. The FIA cranked up the broadcasting rights fees so high that it no longer made sense to buy access to the global feed. There were only a few thousand people watching WRC anyway.
Its' not Speed's fault, its yours and every other faux WRC fanboi whose selfish weenie-gazing, with one hand on the PS2 controller and the other on their cock, was more important than loyalty and support of their so-called favorite racing series.
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10/02/09
LONG BEACH!
10/02/09
10/02/09
weak in the knees
I can hardly speak
I lose all control
And something takes over me
In a daze the S4's so amazing
Its not a phase I want it to stay
With me
in my drive
I swallow my pride
Your speed is so sweet
It knocks me right off of my feet
Can't explain why your noise makes me weak
10/02/09
Effing yes!
10/02/09
09/06/09
The suspension looks good and the cuts are straight. There are a couple of holes in the drivers side floor pan (from the Corolla) and sheet metal needs to be added between the outside frame rails and the toyota floor pans.
I decided to pass in favor of a Maserati BiTurbo. I'm a special kind of masochist.
09/06/09
Everything looks the same: the grey paint, now faded and rusty; the year, the same as that fateful encounter with Francesca; that fiery twin-cam motor, now lying dormant, but ready to be coaxed back to life. You want this car. You need this car. And at that price, it'd be worth the drive from Taos and that $500 paycheck burning a hole in your pocket.
After speaking briefly with "Matt," you hitch up a U-Haul trailer and hit the road. His directions were a little unclear, mostly due to the intermittent coughing, but also because of the strange static hissing and popping, as if he was calling from a Soviet surplus satellite phone while standing next to a microwave tower.
The drive is uneventful, except that soon after the sun drops below the horizon on your way through Albuquerque, your truck's headlights begin to flicker and fade. "Damn Chinese junk alternator," you mumble to no one in particular. But as you pass through the town of Los Lunes and head on the rural route towards your prize everything seems to work again.
After a few wrong turns you manage to find Matt's property, which is strewn with junk cars of various vintage among the scrub brush and semi-feral goats. A knock at the door of the derelict trailer brings Matt to the door.
It's hard to tell in the flickering light of the single exposed bulb hanging from the porch roof, but it seems that Matt has seen better days, much like the jalopies currently gracing his yard. Walking with with a hobbling limp, he begins to show you the manifold features of your beloved Lancia with a growling, gravelly voice punctuated by deep, hacking coughs.
"Yeah, *cough, cough,* the car is in great condition. All it really needs, *cough,* is a few spare parts to get running." Something about how he says "spare parts," with a little high-pitched giggle at the end, makes you uneasy.
Closing the deal, you hand over your cash and begin to load your treasure on the flatbed trailer when you notice a strange, slightly bent figure standing on the brow of a nearby hill. He seems to be holding something long and heavy in one hand. In the distance, you hear the distinct clatter of an idling two-stroke.
"Oh, *cough* don't mind him. That's just my son, *cough* out cutting some firewood. Yeah."
Funny, you think, there don't seem to be any trees around here. Distracted, you jam a finger in the come-along hitch and blood drips down to the sand. Matt lets out a weird sniffing sound, another dry cough, and another nervous giggle. Looking up, you see other figures on the surrounding hills, one carrying what appears to be a pickaxe, another brandishing something long, thin, and sinisterly curved, glinting in the moonlight.
"*cough, cough,* Spare parts! Spare parts, *cough, wheeze, giggle, cough*" is the last thing you hear before a crudely fashioned arrow connects with your leg and you fall to the ground. Strong, six-fingered hands grab hold of you and drag you to what looks like a cage behind the mobile home, right next to a crude wooden frame where some kind of jerky is drying in the desert air.
And half-buried in the sand you now see a jumble of bleached bones, and a weathered red leather Prada handbag. It seems that you've not only discovered your long-lost automotive love object, but the reason why Francesca never wrote back to you all those years ago.
09/07/09
09/06/09
[rustybuttrusty.com]
If you check out the rest of his site, you'll probably bookmark it as quickly as I did.
09/05/09
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09/05/09
What I'm saying is these are basically Poster Children for LeMons cars.
09/05/09
No, the Fiat makes a statement. The statement is, "Hey, I'm deranged enough to muscle up a clown car!" PCH for sure.
09/05/09
That thing has been calling me like a siren since I've seen it.
09/05/09
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09/05/09
The Fiat actually seems okay, honestly. With the Toyota wiring and drivetrain, as long as you keep it in the South/West, it could be a neat little commuter.
The Lancia, though... as soon as I saw it, an entirely new and disturbing noise came from deep inside my throat. It's a VW Dasher without the reliability or basic rustproofing. It is scary, very scary. And it's not even a looker. From the top-down rust to the cracked white-letter tire(s?), the Beta will steal your soul before you knew what was coming. It's deceptive, I tell you. Stay away.
09/05/09
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09/05/09
Don't ever take that Lancia out of the desert. If you do, all that Soviet-sourced steel in the car will crumble away to a pile of brown flakes right before your eyes. Combine that with the well-documented mechanical and electrical dodginess of '70s Fiats and the difficulty of finding parts for a marque that has been banished from the US for 30 years, you've got a nice bit of hellishness right there. Worse yet, it's the sedan and not the coupe, spyder, or Scorpion. Think of the $500 as the initial payment for Dante's ultimate thrill ride.
06/06/09
can you tell the hamster overloards that this BLOODCOPY shit is completely pissin us all off??
its a fuckin ad for some 12-year-old-girl vampire tv show
see this for more info
[www.miamiherald.com]
It might, if the fake vampire blog paid for by HBO to promote its series "True Blood" wasn't on Gawker itself.
Gawker Media added a short disclaimer at the bottom of the "Bloodcopy" blog to distinguish itself from editorial copy shortly after it was initially posted on Wednesday, and a Gawker editor objected to the blurring line between editorial and ad copy.
A link to Bloodcopy appears at the bottom of the Gawker site, alongside links to other associated blogs like Deadspin for sports fans and Gizmodo for gadget geeks.
The fake site uses the same format and breezy style of all the blogs - and is purportedly written by a vampire named Andrew. "I'll be the Virgil to your Dante, the Tyra Banks to your Jade, the Jeff Probst to your Gervase," he writes by way of introduction.
06/06/09
06/07/09
BRB.
Oh, can we get banned from Bloodywhatever? That could be funny.
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