#4 speed mustang

[riddilinyamom]

My 1973 Volkswagen Superbeetle featuring a few friends.

[classicvirus]

Tuxedo configuration: 1967 Ford Mustang 390 GT Fastback

This is rare 1967 Mustang Fastback GT 390 with a 4-speed manual transmission project. It is supposed to be a genuine S code Big Block GT 4 Speed car, a variant that accounts for less than 1% of all Mustangs produced. This particular car comes in Yellow, but its original color was Wimbledon white, paired with a classic black interior. The car boasts its original quarter panels with no Bondo—a…

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1

10 Amazing Stories About This Car:

1. Performance Package: The Mach 1 was a high-performance trim level of the Ford Mustang, known for its aggressive styling and powerful engine options.

2. Shelby Connection: While not a Shelby GT, the Mach 1 was often compared to Shelby Mustangs due to its performance and sporty appearance.— in New York, NY.

3. Iconic Stripes: The Mach 1's signature side stripes, often in a shaker hood design, were a distinctive feature that set it apart from other Mustangs.

4. Big Block Options: The Mach 1 was available with several big-block V8 engines, including the 351 Windsor and 428 Cobra Jet. These powerful options made the Mach 1 a formidable force on the street and the track.

5. Handling Upgrades: The Mach 1 featured a stiffer suspension, upgraded brakes, and a close-ratio 4-speed manual transmission to enhance its handling and performance.

6. Movie Star: The Mach 1 appeared in numerous movies and TV shows, including "The Fast and the Furious." This exposure solidified its status as a pop culture icon.

7. Collector's Item: Due to its iconic status and popularity, the 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 is a highly sought-after collector's car. Well-preserved examples can command high prices at auction.

8. Restoration Projects: Many enthusiasts have restored or modified Mach 1s to their original specifications or to create unique custom builds.

9. Modern Interpretations: Ford has paid homage to the Mach 1 with modern-day Mustang models that feature similar styling cues and performance upgrades.

10. A Timeless Classic: The 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 remains a timeless classic that continues to inspire enthusiasts and collectors around the world. Its powerful performance, iconic design, and rich history ensure that it will be admired for generations to come.

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse Ellie!!!

Summary: your best friend Dina invited you to a lacrosse game her boyfriend was in. Then you see someone who catches your eye.

Warnings: some mild profanity, I think that’s all

Part 2 | Part 3 | part 4

“Cmon Loser!!” Your best friend, Dina, giggled.

“I told Avery we’d both be there!” Dina said “And besides what else do you have to do other than watch tik tok?” You couldn’t bails on Avery. She’s been your friend since middle school. You loved Dina to death of course, but sometimes Dina was such a good friend she pushed you out of your comfort zone. She meant well.

“Fine…I don’t even know anything about rugby or whatever it is..” you hugged as Dina was picking out a cute outfit from your closet

“Lacrosse” Dina corrected “ and don’t worry about it, just cheer when everyone else does. That’s what I do” she joked causing you two to giggle. After getting ready you and dina walked to your high school football field. There was a huge amount of people which surprised you at how many people actually like the sport.

You and Dina sat in the bottom of the bleachers towards the middle for the best view of the game. Finally, someone on the PA system started to announce the players as players started to flood into the field.

“Ladies and gentleman please welcome the Santa Monica Wolves and the home of the Jackson Mustangs!” The man boomed. Everyone was cheering including yourself.

“GO AVERY!” Dina yelled and you laughed. Avery looked over and waved at you both in the stands and smiled. The whistle blew and in a flash the players started running and all you saw was the flash of the ball

“Wait Dina, what side is ours?!” You yelled over the loud roar of the crowd. Dina laughed at your confusion of the game.

“The right side. Our team is wearing blue and yellow” Dina said. You made an interesting face at the fact. Blue and yellow? Interesting choice. You watched the game, now starting to understand the rules. It seemed simple enough but you knew it must be more difficult to physically do. You watched players throw the ball with precision and speed. You started to think about how you would do on that field. Horrible? Probably. But worth a shot. Then your thoughts got interrupted.

*crash*

You looked in front of you last the railing used the seal off the crowd and field. In front of you was a player from your school under a player in grey uniform. The girl in grey got up and spat on the girl in your school uniform

“Watch it..pal” the girl shouted. She sneered and walked away

Damn she’s buff you thought. You saw her grip her lacrosse stick and wipe the small trail of blood off her nose.

You looked back at the other girl. The first thing you noticed was her auburn hair. It was short, maybe shoulder length. It was in a half up half down style. Then your eyes averted to her build. She wasn’t super buff like the other girl, But she had some muscle. You saw her get up. She was taller than you. You look at her face. Finally. Her face was sprinkled with freckles. Her pink lips were the shade of a cherry blossom. Those eyes. God…those green eyes. They looked like two shining emeralds. Her expression was angry, no, more than angry. She wiped her face. The sweat that made her baby hairs stick to her face were scattered around her hairline.

“Ellie?! Are you okay?!” Dina yelled at the girl. Ellie. A name for that gorgeous face. On second thought, the face was a bit damaged. Blood was gushing out her nose and trickling down her mouth. You looked at the back of her jersey. Williams. Ellie Williams. Hm..what about Y/n Williams? You shook your head at the thought.

“M’good” the green eyed beauty shouted back. She looked back at you. The eye contact was enough to make you faint. You felt your cheeks get warm. She gave you a smirk. A goofy, bloody smirk.

She ran back to the field. Unfortunately she got substituted for another player, but that didn’t stop your eyes from being glued to her.

“Dina…how do you know that girl?” You asked

“Els? She’s in my art class” Dina replied. Art? You love Dina but art isn’t really her style. She attempted to draw you in 8th grade and you wounded up looking like if peppa pig had a long lost sister who was secretly a crocodile.

“You take art?” You asked in a teasing manner

“Shut up I need the credits” Dina said playfully shoving your arm. “That’s where Ellie comes in”

“Okay Picasso” you chuckled and Dina gives you a sly smirk. The rest of the game your eyes are fixated on Ellie. Thinking about her. Her voice. How her lips feel. Her touch. You caught yourself and shook yourself back to reality. Just in time too as you saw the people in the bleachers start to walk off.

You and Dina wait outside the locker room for Avery. You and Dina talking about how to correctly spell gray. The door opens and it wasn’t Avery who walked out.

It was Ellie

“Hey Els!” Dina smiles and inspects Ellie’s nose and bruise

“Hey Din” Ellie replied. Her voice. God it was so raspy. The way she talks so non-chalantly almost made you obsess with her even more. You smiled at Ellie.

“Hey You” she smiled. Your heart did a backflip and summersault at the same time.

“Hey…bud” You cringed. Even Dina have you a sideways look.

Wtf? What did I just say…? WHY?!

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Um hi. I’m so dumb I’m sorry” you said starting to laugh out of nervousness.

Ellie chuckled and looked into your eyes again. Your breath hitched as she gave you a warm smile. You felt so…enamored by her you forgot everything. You forgot where you were. Hell you even forgot Dina was there. Who in fact was enjoying the show of watching you stutter over your words.

“You enjoy the show?” Ellie asked you softly.

“Me? Oh yeah it was cool. I mean until you got hurt but it was a good game” you said.

Nice one. Look at me, the rizz master.

“We lost princess” ellie chuckled

Oh

“I-I mean…we put up a good fight!” You stuttered. Ellie laughed and Dina was trying to hide her smile.

“I’ll catch you later babe” Ellie said walking away smiling and laughing. BABE?! That did it for you. Your face was so red you were gonna faint and have a stroke.

“Ooooh…Ellie Williams huh?” Dina asked smirking after Ellie left.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked knowing exactly what the brunette was talking about

“As your best friend, I approve of Williams” she giggled. Your face somehow got even more red.

“Dina…do you have Ellie’s insta…by chance?” You asked. For some reason, you needed that gorgeous woman

Okay it’s off to a rough start but bear with me😭 I might make a part two where reader makes an excuse to study with Ellie and learns more about her. Thanks for reading! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Credits for artwork: Izabesos TwT on Pinterest

[v-eight-lover]

Mustang Monday; '65 Shelby GT350, 289 HiPo, 4 speed

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Velocity Mustang Fastback, 2023 (1967). A first generation Mustang fastback restomod by Velocity Modern Classics that has a contemporary 460hp Coyote V8 and either a 10-speed automatic or a T-56 six-speed manual transmission. Underneath there's a Mustang SPEC chassis built by Roadster Shop with rack-and-pinion power steering and 4-link rear suspension.

video here

[i2rizz]

Fast and Furious! Pt. 4

Fandom: Blue lock

Characters: Street racer!Chigiri x reader

Yall requested chigiri and nagi soo here it is!! Nagi will be in the next part btw

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The night was warm, the kind that made the asphalt shimmer under the streetlights. A low hum filled the air as the underground scene gathered at the outskirts of the city. Neon lights reflected off polished cars, and the scent of gasoline and burnt rubber created a heady atmosphere. But the only thing you could focus on was the man leaning against his crimson Supra, arms crossed and looking like he had just stepped out of a dream.

Hyoma Chigiri—the "Red Panther" of the racing circuit —and your boyfriend.

His gaze flicked up as you approached, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Took you long enough.”

“Had to find parking,” you shot back, playfully bumping his arm. “Not all of us get VIP spots just because we’re the golden boy.”

Chigiri rolled his eyes, but his smirk widened. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You grinned, stepping closer until you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with engine grease. “I better be, considering I’m the only reason you haven’t crashed that thing yet.”

His laugh was soft, but there was something about the way he looked at you—like the chaos around him didn’t matter as long as you were there. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You ready for tonight?”

“You mean am I ready to watch you annihilate everyone? Always.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping just enough to send shivers down your spine. “Good. Because I plan on making it a show.”

The lineup was fierce. Cars revved their engines, and the crowd surged with excitement. You sat in the passenger seat, adjusting your seatbelt as Chigiri settled behind the wheel.

“You know,” you began, glancing at him. “You don’t have to win every time. You could just… enjoy yourself for once.”

He snorted, his hands steady on the wheel. “You say that like winning isn’t fun.”

“It’s not fun when you’re pushing yourself too hard.”

He glanced at you, his reddish-pink hair glowing faintly under the streetlights. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’ll stop worrying when you stop driving like your life depends on it.”

His gaze softened, just for a moment. “You know I race for us, right? For more than just the thrill.”

Your chest tightened, but before you could reply, the signal flared.

Engines roared, and Chigiri’s Supra surged forward. The world blurred as the car shot down the street, weaving effortlessly between competitors.

The first lap was smooth, almost too smooth. Chigiri held the lead with ease, his car gliding through the turns like it was part of the road. But by the second lap, the competition started playing dirty.

One driver in a black Mustang swerved aggressively, trying to force Chigiri into the barrier.

“Hyoma—”

“I see him,” he muttered, his focus razor-sharp.

With a flick of his wrist, he dodged the Mustang’s attack, slipping ahead with barely an inch to spare. The crowd roared, but you barely noticed, your heart hammering in your chest.

“You okay?” he asked, glancing at you briefly.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you shot back, your grip tightening on the door handle.

He chuckled, a sound that somehow calmed your nerves. “Relax. I’ve got this.”

But just as he said it, the wail of sirens pierced the night.

Your stomach dropped. Police cars swarmed the area, their lights flashing ominously. Chigiri’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t panic.

“Shortcut,” he said, his voice steady. “Docks or industrial zone?”

You quickly scanned the map on the dashboard. “Industrial zone. It’s risky, but it’ll buy us some time.”

He nodded, his grip on the wheel tightening. The Supra roared as he veered off course, speeding into the maze of warehouses and shipping containers.

“Stay low,” he murmured, his tone unusually soft.

You obeyed, ducking slightly as the car slid around a corner, narrowly avoiding a patrol. Your heart raced, but you trusted him—more than anyone.

By the time the sirens faded, you were deep in the industrial zone, the Supra hidden behind a stack of shipping containers. Chigiri turned off the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, Chigiri leaned back, exhaling slowly. “You okay?”

You turned to him, your expression caught between relief and exasperation. “Are you insane? We could’ve been arrested—or worse.”

He shrugged, his smirk returning. “But we weren’t.”

“Hyoma,” you began, but he cut you off, reaching for your hand.

“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right?” His voice was low, his usual cockiness replaced by something sincere.

Your resolve faltered under his gaze. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he replied, a hint of playfulness creeping back into his tone.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat. “I hate that you’re so good at this.”

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “It’s part of my charm.”

As the tension finally melted away, you found yourself smiling despite everything. Because as reckless as he was, as infuriating as his confidence could be, there was no one else you’d rather be with.

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[itcars]

First Look: The Hennessey H850 Mustang Dark Horse

Hennessey Performance, the world-renowned Texas-based hypercar manufacturer and high-performance vehicle creator, announces high-performance supercharged upgrades for the all-new, seventh-generation 2024 Ford S650 Mustang Dark Horse. The comprehensive turn-key package dramatically boosts engine output and enhances the appearance of the latest iteration of America's iconic pony car.

Ford's completely redesigned 'S650' Mustang Dark Horse is fitted with Ford's naturally aspirated Gen-4 Coyote 5.0-liter V8. The automaker upgrades the Dark Horse with GT500 connecting rods and a dual throttle body to earn a factory rating of 500 horsepower. The 2024 Dark Horse may be ordered with either a Tremec 6-speed manual (3.73 gears) or with Ford’s 10-speed automatic (3.55 gearing). Regardless of transmission choice, the track-focused Mustang features upgraded multi-piston Brembo performance brakes on both axles.

Hennessey's experienced technicians, who have been 'making fast cars faster' for 32 years, fit the Mustang's V8 with a high-performance supercharger and a high-flow air induction system, upgraded fuel injectors, and a new fuel pump. Calibrated with an HPE Engine Management software upgrade, the ‘H850’ Dark Horse produces 850 horsepower and 650 lb-ft of torque – a 70 percent increase in power!

To complement its potent powerplant, the Hennessey 'H850' Ford Mustang Dark Horse is visually enhanced with a stylish carbon-fiber front splitter, carbon-fiber side skirts, and a carbon-fiber rear spoiler. Completing the exterior cosmetic enhancements are a set of stunning forged aluminum alloy wheels. Hennessey's embroidered head restraints are fitted to the seats, while Hennessey's badging and script adorn the quarter panels and rear fascia. Unique 'Heritage' graphics are optional.

[saitamawife]

Boyfriend! Bakugou

Overbearing Bakugou finally gives in and lets his sweetheart drive his precious car. He never let anyone even touch the steering wheel but asked to let him teach you that he will try to do.

Warning! Discrimination against Chevy HHRs, the writer knows nothing about cars might be some errors, uses of the word love, use of the word baby, cursing, no beta reader, and mentions of NSFW but like two lines one explicit the other alludes.

Gender neutral! Reader. I was watching The Boys and this song omg.

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Boyfriend! Bakugou doesn't let anyone touch his car. That's his baby. He washes her once a week and details her seats all by himself for 4 hours every 2 weeks. Boyfriend! Bakugou who almost blew Denki's head off the first time he spilled chips in his car and swore up and down that nobody would ever drive his baby or eat in his car.

Boyfriend! Bakugou paid all that fucking money to have his 7.0L 4-speed V8 engine that generates 375 horsepower, Orange Boss Mustang with the black racer stripes delivered to him here in Japan. He happened to come across one while he was in America and had to have it. The way his stomach fluttered when he heard her purr for the first time. The smile that slid on his face when he drove her. After the shit he went through in America, he fully deserved it. I mean that car saved his life.

Boyfriend! Bakugou who now has his seatbelt on eyes staring into you with nothing but genuine fear as you put his car in reverse, smiling and promising him that nothing will happen. It took a lot to get to this moment. A lot of kissing and begging and doing that weird thing he likes, where he ties you up and brings out the Dynamite toy to play with. It took a lot of…energy.

Nobody gets to drive his car but here you are easing it through a parking lot. You weren't even on the road but you could smell him sweating. "It's okay" you coo at him, turning on your indicator before making a right turn. You look over at the blond and watch the excessive rise and fall of his chest. "Eyes on the road" he wheezed out.

Suddenly a blue car was on the left of you about to turn into the right lane beside you. "STOP!" Bakugou shouted, causing you to stomp on the brakes and making the car come to a screeching halt. You could practically hear his heart as he grabbed his chest and beads of sweat slid down his skin.

"Baby, you can't just do that" You watched the car make its turn and slowly fade out of vision. "You weren't slowing down, I had to" "Katsuki, there's a stop sign right there, and I'm only going 6 miles an hour" "Yeah way too fast, I only told you 5, you almost crashed"

You looked over at Blond and decided to park the car.

"You said you'd let me drive" You crossed your arms and glared over at him,

"I know what I said", "What you failed to mention is you'd micromanage me and act like a maniac".

"I'm not-" "Katsuki your screaming could've caused a crash", "You weren't slowing down" he pouted looking at you, mimicking you, and folding his arms.

You knew exactly what was going to happen but you didn't know he'd be so upset.

Finally throwing your hands in the air, you exclaimed "How about later then?" "No driving in the night" "Then first thing tomorrow and you have to let me drive, promise?" "Okay" "No, promise me Katsuki"

"Fine, fine I promise" he rolled his eyes, cracked the door, and walked over to his seat, when you passed him, you watched him morph back into his rational confident self. He closed the door and clicked his seatbelt, eyeing you till you did the same. His usual smirk made its way back to his face as his car purred.

"Why do you even want to learn how to drive, you know I can take you anywhere" he skillfully backed up his car with hand squeezing your headrest.

"Not when you're at work"

"Then I can send someone to drive you, you know I can pay for that"

"You promised and I want to learn"

"Why, you want to drive away from me so badly?" his eyes focused on the road.

"Katsuki, if I wanted that I let some guy with a Chevy HHR teach me to drive" The car practically rumbled with his hearty laughter,

"But seriously-"

"Katsuki, I want to learn this for myself, I want that freedom to go wherever I want" It felt like begging but you could tell you won him over by the twitch of his nose. It took just a little nudging to get him moving where you wanted.

He took a sharp inhale, "Fine, but you have to promise when I'm done teaching ya, you don't use your new skills to do any evil, cause then I'd have to arrest ya and give you all types of bad punishment"

"I promise I'll be good" he smiled and reached his big hand over to rest on your thigh, rubbing tiny circles with his thumb, you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Tomorrow, promise?"

"I promise, love"

Boyfriend! Bakugou who never lets anyone so much as dream of driving his car finds himself moving over albeit slowly to let his lover sit comfortably in the driver seat.

[spongeyspot]

Can we get some modern John hcs?

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General Modern John Marston HCs

(repost)

- adopted by Dutch - Full sleeve tattoos - D+/C- average student - Dropped out of HS/ got his GED to work full time and pay child support - Firm believer that “condoms don’t feel as good” - his pull out game is sub par at best - On and off with Abigail  - Definitely one of those muscle car douchebags - Owns a maroon colored 1967 ford mustang - Cares more about that damn car then anything else in the world - washes it at least 3 or 4 times a week - always speeds. Says the speed limit is “just a suggestion” - Double parks often - Secretly writes poetry - Also, not so secretly plays in an emo garage band on the side - Apartment is a certified bachelor pad - The whopping 24 inch tv sits on a cardboard box, and a single plastic lawn chair sits right smack in the middle of the room - Mattress is on the floor - And it’s covered in his clean clothes. He refuses to buy a dresser and has never owned a single coat hanger in his life - Refuses to wash the dishes. The sink is full and he has resorted to buying paper plates instead of actually dealing with it - We’re not even gonna talk about the contents of his fridge. Or lack thereof. Usually just orders out. - His silverware drawer has 1 spoon, 1 fork, and 1 butter knife, and they’re the only things he washes. - and by "washes" i mean he puts it in his mouth to wet it and then wipes it off with his t-shirt - The shower is completely empty aside from a bottle of dawn dish soap that sits on one of the shelves - Also probably washes himself with a literal kitchen sponge -Owns 1 bath towel and it hasn’t been washed since he moved in 5 years ago. He dries himself off with it after he showers so he thinks it’s still clean - Leaves it in a pile on the bathroom floor so when he uses it the next time he showers, it kinda stinks and it’s still a lil damp.  - His skincare routine is splashing water on his face and somehow he has the clearest skin in the fucking world - Brings store bought food from the gas station to family gatherings - sleeps through his 11,000 alarms he has set on his phone all 5 minutes apart

[agendabymooner]

mean ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"all you are is mean. and a liar. and pathetic."

summary: sylvie hearth and max verstappen didn't think that their friendship would come to the point where one of them would be attending a court hearing and earning money out of it. they also didn't think they'd come to the point where their friendship shifted into something more than "friendly." (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

content warning: literally blurb/filler chapter, use of explicit language, brief court hearing scenario, spoiler: sylvie is getting a hot wheels shelf, shitty ex-friends, mentions bullying, defamation, protective!Toto, they're so in love and it's so apparent

note: mustang and cadillac are at it again :))) i also do not know much about where max's karting career as a child?? so forgive me if some of them are incorrect

masterlist

Sylvie Ford’s Former Racing Academy Issues an Apology Five Years After Her Expulsion, Claiming The Report of Misconduct Was False.

Red Bull Racing’s Max Verstappen Addresses Sylvie Ford’s Expulsion from Their Academy - The young driver publicly expressed his guilt for believing the false information. 

Sylvie Ford Sues Former Academy Classmates For Defamation and Emotional Distress — The Defendants Hoping to Receive $1M each for Damages in their Public Images.

2017

“This complaint was filed by Miss Tilly Hearth on February 12, 2008.”

“Yes.”

“Can you please tell us more about the complaint?”

“I don’t know much, but from what I am told, it was against me.”

“It says here that the report was made two months after Miss Hearth entered the Rotax Max Minimax class. You have been constantly teasing her about her abilities in the tracks.”

“If that’s what it says there,” Matt Bauer’s face remained impassive as he continued to look straight ahead.

“Looking at the records, it’s almost as if there is a report filed against you, Mr. Elias Whittaker and Mr. James Hudson every other month for the same reason from the same person— which is bullying,” Sylvie’s lawyer, Alicia, said.

“Objection,” the man’s attorney said from their table, “argumentative.”

“It’s not, Attorney Peterson,” the judge said, “Attorney Mason is simply stating the reports’ reasoning. Unless you missed something while you’re reading the evidence?”

Sylvie sighed quietly, her chin resting against the table while listening. Her other lawyer, Kim Halloway, sat next to her. The man nudged her side lightly, making her tilt her head in his direction before shooting him a smile.

She was getting bored of the hearing. But now that she thought of it, Aimee and Stevie were feeling that way somewhere in the back room.

This was way worse than Legally Blonde if you were to ask any of them. But then again, the Hearth sisters never really expected to find themselves in the court at this early stage of their adulthood.

It was already 2017, and what was a better way to start the year than to find out that your sister was bullied and kicked out of the academy without your knowledge? Not even their mother knew what happened, just that she left the class and continued her education.

Sylvie was headstrong, and she never backed out of a challenge. After each time her sister Tilly reported what she saw, Sylvie merely shrugged it off. She ignored the boys’ behaviour so much that she couldn’t face the consequences of her mental health.

Her family had been disappointed, of course, because why would she hide it away? She would’ve gotten the help that she needed. But the disappointment didn’t last long. Instead, they all started to find a way to speed up the process of the hearing— finding the best lawyers in England and getting each evidence to support her case.

And when Max Verstappen promised he’d be there for her, he never lied. He spent his Christmas with Sylvie and her family as they worked together on stating the case and essential details. Max decided not to spend his time with Dad, just telling him he’ll spend his time in England with Lando. Victoria had flown in to spend the holiday with him and their mother, Sophie, but left after.

He spent so much time with her that he nearly pissed himself whenever Toto visited the estate with Tilly and their son. Toto still didn’t like Max, and it was apparent. Was it because he was a Red Bull driver, or was it because he was a boy who was acting way friendly with Toto’s sister-in-law? Max really couldn’t tell. Looking at the Austrian man who would immediately turn his way was hard.

Regardless, Max remained there. By the third day of the hearing, he was brought up to provide his testimony. He gave them everything that needed to be heard, including how his “friends” manipulated him and how he felt so guilty about not finding out sooner.

And speaking of friends, Matt Bauer and the other two tried reaching out to Max, but the Dutchman didn’t have it. He never looked in their direction whenever they were outside the court, only keeping Sylvie close as they walked out of the courtroom.

So yes, this was more boring than Legally Blonde. Because Max wasn’t there as he finished his duty and nobody could sass her beside him. This wasn’t the kind of hearing she wanted. She really wanted him to chat shit.

She might text him after this.

The lawsuit hearing ended when the jury decided that Sylvie Hearth won her case. Therefore, she was receiving £1.5 million from the three men. Of course, they were outraged, but it was their fault that they had acted like fools. They couldn’t use the “boys will be boys” as an excuse because they all knew that even Max and their other racing friends wouldn’t do something as stupid as falsely exposing their only female counterpart, who had been kind and honest to them.

Hearing his phone going off, Max Verstappen peered down at his screen and found Sylvie’s childhood photo and her specific ringtone displayed. He excused himself from his father, who had asked him where he was going. He merely waved off Jos, going outside to answer the call.

“Hello,” he greeted her. He really should have worn earplugs.

“MAX EMILIAN!” Sylvie screamed through the other side of the call, “WE WON BITCH!”

“YAY!” Max nearly jumped up and down in joy as his smile widened. “You won!”

“I’m a million and a half pounds richer, Max!” She cackled hysterically, “They’re paying me a million and a half!”

“Look at you!” He exclaimed, “And I thought Christian’s paying you well this year.”

“A million and a half…” she muttered quietly before saying, “You know what that means, Max?”

“What?”

“WE CAN GET A CUSTOM HOT WHEELS SHELF FOR MY FLAT!” Sylvie squealed in excitement. Max could hear the kicking of her feet from the other end. “Max! My collection’s going to be displayed!”

Max only laughed at her excitement. He definitely missed her. This Sylvie, he meant. He missed Sylvie, who would get excited over any ordeal. It could be her podium win or the downfall of their enemy— he didn’t care; he missed Sylvie like this. God, the things he would do to see her giddy face.

Maybe it was terrible for him to laugh at his ex-friends’ demise, but it wasn’t that bad if Sylvie got the last laugh. Perhaps next time, they shouldn’t treat anyone like that again— they’d still be able to keep half a million pounds in their bank account if they decided to do so.

[usafphantom2]

Tap photos ☝️

though only around 300 saw combat. Like most late war Luftwaffe projects, the aircraft would ultimately make little difference against overwhelming Allied air superiority.

The Me 262 possessed several features that would be used in postwar jet fighters, such as swept wings, heavy nose armament and full span wing slats. Its chief advantage lay in speed - it was over 100 mph faster than the P-51 Mustang - so hit and run attacks were often employed against Allied bomber formations. The Me 262’s engines, however, needed careful throttle control to avoid stalling, making fast acceleration and deceleration difficult. It was particularly vulnerable on takeoff and landing, a fact that Allied fighters took full advantage of.

Fighter versions of the Me 262 mounted 4x30mm cannon and, later, 24 R4M rockets on underwing racks. A hit from any of these would usually be enough to down a bomber, though pilots had little time to aim as they flashed through Allied formations. The type is believed to have shot down up to 500 Allied aircraft for 100 losses, an indication that it may have posed far more problems had it been available sooner.

As a fighter-bomber, the Me 262 could carry two bombs on undernose racks, while retaining two cannon. It proved ill-suited to the role, lacking an effective bombsight and having poor downward visibility, and though regular missions were flown from late 1944 they achieved little. In addition, a number of aircraft were lost to Allied flak, particularly in attacks on airfields. Other Me 262 variants included a small number of reconnaissance aircraft fitted with cameras and some radar-equipped 2-seaters used as night fighters on an experimental basis.

Pictured:

1) Messerschmitt 262 V3 prototype takes off under jet power for the first time at Leipheim, 18th July 1942. Note the original conventional undercarriage and an Me 321 glider in the background.

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2) Flown to U.S. forces at Frankfurt by a Messerschmitt test pilot on 30th March 1945, this aircraft was unpainted due to bomb damage at its assembly plant. It crashed the following year during testing in the United States.

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3) Two seat night fighter equipped with Neptun radar, captured at Schleswig in May 1945. It’s unclear how many combat sorties were undertaken by night fighter Me 262s, though some sources claim several RAF Mosquitoes were shot down. The ‘FE’ serial number on the rear fuselage was applied to aircraft selected for evaluation in the U.S.

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4) One outlandish Me 262 variant mounted a 50mm cannon in the nose for use as a bomber destroyer. Two prototypes conducted flight testing, but this configuration was never used in combat. The aircraft pictured here, captured at Lechfeld, crashed while being flown to Cherbourg for shipment to the United States.

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[rambunctious-ranger]

🥃 . Boothill Headcanons . 🥃

Head canons will be ranked by three emojis, this’ll separate them into three different categories: Happy/Fluff , General , and Angst. ( ☁️ , 🥃 , 🌍 ) they’ll all be in order, and some head canons may fit into multiple categories.

☁️ . Happy / Fluff

1. Boothill is most definitely a cat person, he has a little stray friend he feeds in Penacony named Smokey, with a bit of the money earned with each bounty he’ll buy cat food and rebuild Smokey’s shelter if it’s to be damaged. 2. Probably the kind of guy to get a kids ball out of a tree or off of a roof, or he’ll just play around with them for a little bit. Vanishing like a ghost when the parents come out to check on the kids 3. Refuses to even say watered down swear words around kids, he doesn’t want their parents coming after him for teaching their kid a potty word now does he? 4. Enjoys a little bit of motor oil mixed with gunpowder, it’s like ice cream for him. He will down that before you could utter ‘yeehaw’ 5. He’s really friendly when you’ve gotten to know him for a little bit, has most definitely pulled a gun out on one of his friends before. 6. Not very flirtatious, but he doesn’t mind being flirted with, it’s just not his cup of tea to be flirting first, he stumbles over his words when he’s nervous or embarrassed. 7. His teeth peak out of his mouth majority of the time, and he gets very self conscious about it when it’s mentioned. He thinks it’s weird, but his canines are a bit bigger than the rest of his other teeth. 8. He’s probably taught a lot of people how to use a gun, and he loves having them stand against a tree with an apple on their head as they both make stupid bets.

🥃 . General

1. He owns two horses! A Mustang named Acorn, and a Belgian Draft named Ghost! He loves spoiling them with apples and a sugar cubes. 2. He hates the ‘yeehaw’ thing quite a bit. But when he gets extremely excited ( ex. Riding his horse at full speed ) he’ll most definitely yell out ‘yeehaw’ multiple times. 3. He hates people taking off his hat, he’ll probably bite you if you even attempt to reach for it, baring his sharp teeth at you trying to get you to back off. 4. He growls, snarls whatever angry noises dogs make. He’s self conscious about it but it’s who he is, but it takes him a lot to get him to that level of angry, damn what’d you even do? 5. He zones out a lot when something boring is going on, ends up with him getting scolded for it later on. 6. He lets people close to him put stickers on his arms and shoulders, he just doesn’t want them anywhere near his built in guns, and he doesn’t keep them on for very long as he doesn’t want the residue to stay on him. 7. He has a built in charger in his stomach and a charging port on his back. So if you need a phone charged he’s your man. 8. When he’s low on battery he’ll put his charger into his back and just power down, it takes him about 2 hours for him to be fully charged. And he can stay active for two weeks before he needs to charge again.

🌍 . Angst

huh, seems like this galaxy ranger doesn’t want you experiencing this part of his life yet ! ( angst headcanons will be added on later on! )

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1966 Ford Fairlane

With a best elapsed time of 11.95 seconds, it has had three owners in 52 years and was featured in the April 2010 issue of Mustangs and Fords magazine. All 57 R-code 1966 Fairlanes were identically built with a 427ci side-oiler race car package, which included a medium-riser with factory dual Holleys, 4-speed Toploader transmission, 9" 3.89 ratio posi-traction rear end, front disc brakes, transistor ignition, original lift-off hood, radio delete and finished in Wimbledon White with black interior. This Fairlane received a rotisserie restoration in 2010 and still retains most of its original sheet metal and original parts, but the original block was replaced by a correct 1972 427ci side-oiler block.

[puckpocketed]

MUSTANGS @ BRAVE

1 (21 SOG) - 4 (27 SOG)

END 2nd

VENGEANCE ARC!!!

Kai is back this game, and from the jump he shows just how much his speed and physicality is integral to the Brave offence. Casey, Kai, and Austin all found the back of the net this period; each time bringing the house down. It is LOUD in here!!! chants of “CBR” bounce off the low ceiling and Cow Bell guy is getting an absolute work out with how much he’s had to ring it.

we go into the final period enjoying life and indoctrinating a child into the culture (screaming foul at the refs)

[v-eight-lover]

'67 Mustang fastback, 347, 4 speed