#Dealer auto second hand

[anunturiauto]

Descoperă mașina perfectă pentru vacanță de la un parc auto cu mașini rulate

Vacanța de vis poate deveni realitate cu ajutorul unei mașini perfecte pentru a călători și a explora noi destinații. În căutarea unei opțiuni fiabile și accesibile, un parc auto cu mașini rulate poate fi o sursă excelentă pentru a găsi autovehiculul ideal pentru escapada ta.

Iată de ce ar trebui să iei în considerare achiziționarea unei mașini rulate pentru o vacanță de neuitat.

Când îți pregătești vacanța, economisirea banilor este un aspect important. Achiziționarea unei mașini de la un parc auto cu mașini rulate poate reprezenta o economie semnificativă comparativ cu achiziționarea uneia noi.

Chiar și modelele mai recente și bine întreținute pot fi disponibile la un preț mai accesibil, permițându-ți să investești suma economisită în alte aspecte ale aventurii tale.

Multe mașini rulate sunt bine întreținute și pot oferi o performanță excelentă pe tot parcursul vacanței tale. Dealerii auto specializați în mașini rulate, ca de exemplu AutoGeist.ro efectuează de obicei o inspecție tehnică riguroasă a fiecărui vehicul înainte de a-l pune în vânzare, asigurându-se că mașina are o stare generală excelentă și este pregătită pentru drum. Astfel, poți avea încredere că mașina ta va fi la înălțime în timpul aventurii tale.

Parcurile auto specializate în mașini rulate adesea oferă o gamă variată de modele și opțiuni, permițându-ți să îți alegi mașina perfectă pentru vacanța ta. Indiferent dacă ai nevoie de un SUV spațios pentru excursiile în natură sau de o mașină compactă pentru explorarea orașelor, vei găsi numeroase opțiuni din care să alegi.

Atunci când te pregătești pentru o vacanță într-o altă destinație, confortul și fiabilitatea mașinii tale sunt deosebit de importante. Parcurile auto specializate în mașini rulate oferă adesea modele echipate cu dotări și caracteristici care fac călătoria mai plăcută și confortabilă.

Un dealer auto rulate oferă garanții și suport post-vânzare pentru mașinile rulate achiziționate, oferindu-ți liniștea sufletească și asigurându-te că vei avea asistență în cazul unor eventuale probleme sau întrebări care ar putea apărea în timpul vacanței tale.

Dealer auto rulate | AutoGeist.ro

Achiziționarea unei mașini perfecte pentru vacanță de la un parc auto cu mașini rulate poate fi soluția ideală pentru a face din călătoria ta o experiență plăcută și fără griji.

Asigură-te că alegi un dealer auto de încredere, efectuează o inspecție detaliată a mașinii și beneficiază de opțiuni de asistență post-vânzare pentru o experiență de neuitat.

[autoromania]

Abilitățile unui dealer pentru mașini second-hand

Un dealer pentru mașini second-hand are o mulțime de responsabilități și are nevoie de diverse abilități pentru a-și desfășura cu succes activitatea.

De la gestionarea inventarului de mașini, negocierea cu clienții și până la asigurarea unei experiențe de cumpărare pozitive, dealerii de mașini second-hand trebuie să fie bine pregătiți și să posede o serie de abilități esențiale.

În acest articol, vom explora abilitățile cheie pe care un dealer pentru mașini second hand ar trebui să le aibă.

Cunoștințe despre mașini și piața auto

Primul pas pentru a fi un dealer de mașini second-hand de succes este să ai cunoștințe solide despre mașini și piața auto. Un dealer trebuie să știe să identifice și să evalueze corect mașinile pentru a putea oferi clienților informații precise. De asemenea, trebuie să fie la curent cu tendințele actuale din industrie și să înțeleagă cererea și oferta prezentă pe piață.

Abilități de negociere

Negocierea este o abilitate esențială pentru un dealer de mașini second-hand. Trebuie să poată obține prețuri competitive atunci când cumpără mașini de la proprietari sau de la licitații auto. De asemenea, un dealer trebuie să fie capabil să negocieze cu clienții pentru a obține cel mai bun preț de vânzare și pentru a încheia tranzacția cu succes.

Abilități de comunicare și relaționare

Un dealer pentru mașini second-hand trebuie să aibă abilități excelente de comunicare și relaționare cu clienții. Trebuie să fie capabil să asculte și să înțeleagă nevoile și preferințele clienților pentru a le oferi cele mai bune opțiuni disponibile. Abilitatea de a construi relații solide cu clienții poate duce la recomandări și clienti fideli.

Competențe în gestionarea inventarului

Dealerii pentru mașini second-hand trebuie să poată gestiona eficient inventarul de mașini. Aceasta include achiziționarea, evaluarea și pregătirea mașinilor pentru vânzare, precum și actualizarea constantă a bazei de date cu informații despre fiecare mașină. Capacitatea de a organiza și gestiona cu precizie inventarul este esențială pentru a satisface cererile clienților și pentru a asigura un flux de lucru eficient.

Cunoștințe despre finanțare și împrumuturi

Un dealer de mașini second-hand ar trebui să fie familiarizat cu opțiunile de finanțare și împrumuturi disponibile pentru clienți.

Trebuie să aibă cunoștințe despre diversele opțiuni de împrumut, cum ar fi creditele auto, leasing-ul și finanțările prin intermediul băncilor sau instituțiilor financiare. Aceasta îi permite să ofere clienților soluții personalizate și adaptate nevoilor și situației financiare a fiecăruia.

Abilități de rezolvare a problemelor

Un dealer de mașini second-hand, cum este AutoGeist.ro are abilități excelente de rezolvare a tuturor situatilor. Pe parcursul tranzacțiilor cu clienții, pot apărea diverse întrebări sau situații neașteptate care trebuie rezolvate.

Dealerul trebuie să fie capabil să găsească soluții rapide și eficiente pentru a menține clienții satisfăcuți și pentru a-și menține reputația bună în domeniu.

Dealerii pentru mașini second-hand au o multitudine de responsabilități și necesită o serie de abilități pentru a-și desfășura activitatea cu succes.

Mașini second hand | AutoGeist.ro

Abilități esențiale, cum ar fi cunoștințele despre mașini și piața auto, abilitățile de negociere, de comunicare și relaționare, competențele în gestionarea inventarului, cunoștințele despre finanțare și împrumuturi și abilitățile de rezolvare a problemelor sunt fundamentale pentru a oferi clienților o experiență de cumpărare excelentă și pentru a asigura succesul în afacerea de dealer de mașini second-hand.

În plus, dealerii trebuie să fie mereu actualizați cu ultimele tendințe și să continue să își dezvolte abilitățile pentru a rămâne competitivi pe piață.

[mslanna]

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[vivwritesfics]

Mafia!Bob AU

Bob Floyd, arms dealer for The Daggers, and, most importantly, sweet loving boyfriend

Short mafia Bob blurb

As Bob sat at her vanity, he pulled his glasses from his face. It was his least favourite part of his morning, swapping his wire rimmed glasses for his glasses.

She watched from their bed, looking pretty in his clothes, as he struggled. "Bobby," she said as she climbed from beneath the comforter. She walked over and sat herself on his lap, completely blocking his view of the mirror as she helped him to put in his contact lenses.

As he did, Bob held onto her hips, squeezing slightly. "There," she said as soon as she had popped the second one in. "Now everybody can see your pretty eyes."

Robert Floyd hated wearing his contact lenses. He loved his glasses, but they made him look so nerdy. And you can't look nerdy when you work for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. Not when you're the arms dealer for The Daggers.

"I shouldn't be home too late tonight, Bun," he said and leaned forward to kiss her noise. "Are you doing anything nice today?"

She shrugged and laid her head on his shoulder. "Think Mickey wants to come to the store with me?" She asked as she blinked up at him.

"I think Mickey has no choice," he said and kissed the top of her head. He would have given anything to spend the day with her, would have given anything to swap places with Mickey. But he couldn't, not unless he wanted to face Mav's wrath (and he'd never expose her to that).

Bob pulled his wallet from his pocket and placed it in her hands. "No spending limit for you, my baby," he said and pulled her in her a kiss. "Get anything you'd like."

He hated leaving her, but worked called. Bob stood up, still holding her as he walked over to the bed and dropped her on it. "I'll miss you, bunny," he whispered and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled at his hair, desperate to keep him there with her. "Stay," she whispered against his lips.

Bob let out a groan "I'm sorry, bun," he said and pressed his forehead against her own.

Reluctantly, she let him go. She watched as Bob walked out of the bedroom, leaving her there wearing a pout.

It had become a daily ritual. Her, reluctant to let him go, and Bob, reluctant to leave her.

She went shopping, taking Mickey (Bob's best friend and the man who was charged with protecting her while Bob worked) from shop to shop.

Bob couldn't help but think about her as he worked. As he took inventory, as he sorted orders for Ice Man, he was thinking of nothing but her.

But then Jake and Bradley came knocking on his office door. They didn't wait for him to say anything before they walked in and threw their guns on his desk. "We want an upgrade," said Jake.

Bob picked up the gun. "Guys, how do you think this works?" He couldn't stop himself from asking. "Do you think you can upgrade your guns like this is Grand Theft Auto?"

"No," Bradley said immediately. "We just want something better."

Bob let out a sigh as he checked through his books. "Fine, I'll see what I can do."

The old Bob wouldn't have so easily given them what they wanted. The old Bob would have made them stick with their old guns until they damaged them beyond repair. But he'd gone soft, and it was all because of her.

At the end of the day, Bob couldn't wait to get back to her. He locked up the gun store, checked over his books one last time, and made his way back to her.

"Bunny!" Bob called the moment he walked into their lavish apartment. A fond smile crossed his face at the sight of the shopping bags by the door.

He pushed on, past the living room and straight into the bathroom. This part of his day had also become a ritual, but a comforting one at that.

After a day of dealing weapons and selling them in the cities, Bob's favourite part of his day was when he got to wash the grime away and take out his goddamn contacts.

And then it was a careful walk to their bedroom to put his wire framed glasses on.

When he walked into the bedroom, she was just a pretty blob on the bed. Bob placed his glasses on his face and looked down at her, dressed in pretty lingerie that Bob had never seen before.

Pretty lingerie that she'd with his money. "Holy shit, Bunny," he said as he looked down at her. But there with little else he had to say before he was shedding off his suit and climbing on top of her.

@nurse-sainz this is for youuuuuu

[fortune-fool02]

Medical Care

Jack Krauser x Gender-Neutral reader

Requested by: @hornyverymuch

Hewwo! ♡ Could I request a fluff fic with Krauser? I was thinking of something like: he and reader are on a mission, Krauser doesn't see an attack and the reader managed to protect him, but gets hurt bc of that. And so Krauser taking care of wounded reader?

If you'd be comfortable with that, could you write for gender neutral or male reader?

Have a great day! <3

Warning: Mentions of blood, mention of violence, gunshot wound, much fluff.

Word Count: 1,168

Thank you for requesting! I love this idea so much!

Please enjoy!

The sound of gunfire overheard bounced off of the walls around them, the sound echoing louder and piercing their ears, but [Name] gritted their teeth and focused, peering around their cover and firing back. Major Krauser pressed his back against the cover also before opening fire.

They had been exploring a section of an isolated village, where a suspected arms dealer may have been hiding out. They weren't wrong but the bastard seemed to have been expecting them somehow. [Name] and Major Krauser were separated from the rest of their unit, leaving them both with no back-up at the moment.

"Fucker's got us cornered." Krauser cursed, reloading his TMP before looking beside him at [Name], "You good there, kid?" His chest moved with controlled breathing, keeping his head on secure and holding his ground. Even under extreme circumstances, Krauser always kept his composure. Something that [Name] admired. Something they strived to be like.

"Yes, Major." They replied, quickly checking their ammo, they still had some bullets left. Their eyes quickly darted around, trying to form a plan. "Major, if we can try to get to those containers, we could flank him." They motioned to the containers that stood close towards where the enemy was currently taking cover. Krauser looked, assessing it then nodded,

"Good eye, kid. You go, I'll cover you." [Name] smiled a little at this before turning and getting ready. They counted in their mind, listening for the gunshots to stop for a second and then bolted, keeping low down to the ground. Krauser's gunfire continued, keeping the enemy distracted for a moment while [Name] got closer. Adrenaline pumped through their veins, their pulse in their ears, but they kept focused.

Skidding to cover, [Name] kept down low, reloading their gun before turning the corner and aiming, shooting at the enemy's legs. A pained shout was almost reassuring for them, knowing that they got a hit, followed by the heavy thud as the man collapsed down, clutching his bleeding legs. [Name] kept their gun trained on him, not faltering for a moment as they walked over, kicking the man's gun away from him.

Krauser emerged from his cover, an almost proud smile on his face as he looked at [Name], "Nice work there, [Name]." He walked over, wiping the sweat off his brow and looked down at the wounded man for a second then looked back at [Name]. "C'mon. We'll regroup with the others and get to the rendezvous point."

Krauser turned his back and began to walk off with [Name] by his side. The younger soldier looked up at him from the side, a light smile on their lips before they heard a gun cock. Their eyes shifted quickly to the man on the floor, a handgun in his hand, aiming at Krauser.

"Major!" [Name]'s body went onto auto-piolet, moving in front of the gun as it went off, the bullet hitting them in their abdomen. Hot-white pain flooded their vision for a moment, not registering hitting the ground, hot blood spilling through their fingers. Their blood. [Name]'s hands pushed down on the wound, gritting their teeth in a poor attempt to swallow down their moans of pain.

Another few gunshots were heard but they didn't know where from, from who's gun. Their eyes locked on the ceiling above them before trying to look down at their wound, trying to get a sense of the damage. It was hard to see with their tactical vest on, the shirt underneath becoming damp with blood. "Fuck, fuck...."

"[Name]!" Krauser's voice was somewhere off to the side for a second before the blonde major appeared in their vision. His hands immediately moving to unclasp and remove the vest, helping them get it off to assess the wound. "That was bloody reckless of you, you know?" He said, sounding that of a scolding parent with their child, but there was an underlying tone beneath it. A touch of worry.

"S-Sorry, Major." [Name] forced a smile, looking up at him. Krauser sighed at them before rolling their shirt up and pulling out a first-aid kit from his vest pouches.

"Keep your hands on the wound, [Name]." He ordered, pushing [Name]'s smaller hands down onto the wound for a moment, applying pressure to it. If it wasn't for the fact they were bleeding from a gunshot wound, [Name] might have blushed at feeling their Major's hands overs theirs. They could think about it late, right now, there was more pressing matters to deal with.

Krauser pulled out a bottle of water, "I'm going to clean the wound, we'll get the bullet out once we're someplace safer." They had a better chance of getting the wound properly treated when they were back at base, right now, they best thing they could do was bandage the wound to stop the blood flow.

[Name] nodded and took a breath before looking up at the ceiling. "Sure, just... do what you can, Major." they said, taking another breath as they felt Krauser's hands on their skin, fighting back a shiver. Such thoughts were highly inappropriate, especially with the fact that this was their Major. But it was not something that could be helped. Once the bandage was tight and secured, Krauser held his hand out.

"Right, up we go, [Name]." He said, helping the younger soldier to their feet. His arm wrapped around their waist while he slid their other arm over his broad shoulders, keeping them upright. "You can walk, right? I'm not carrying you." He smiled lightly, taking small steps at first, watching them closely. Once their steps were steady, the two started walking towards the rendezvous point.

The second they got to the temporary medical-tent, [Name] let out a soft groan as they were laid down by Krauser, the larger man bringing the First-Aid kit over and began to get to work. [Name] laid there quietly, sweat forming on their brow a little from a mix of the jungle's humidity and the fight.

They watched Krauser work, a look of focused concentration on his face. His brow set, his eyes locked on the wound as his hands moved with an uncharacteristic care. His large hands moving with methodical movements, his touch gentle but firm if needed to be. [Name] couldn't help but be almost entranced by this.

"[Name], you still with me?" he spoke, breaking the silence that hung inside the tent. His eyes remaining on the wound as the tweezers moved in, carefully trying to grasp at the bullet.

"Y-Yeah, I'm still here, Major." Their lips twitched into a smile at this, looking at him still. "Didn't think you'd be so good at playing 'Nurse'." The look Krauser gave them was balancing the line of a sarcastic look and stern stare. But the light tug at the corner of his lips made them smile more.

"Don't push it, kid." [Name] smiled more at him before letting their eyes close, feeling his hands on them still before lulling into a somewhat sleep.

[cerastes]

I don’t know who to put in the shop for kernel locating. On one hand, if I get Saria, I’ll totally complete Rhine Lab (including Mumu), but I already have Blemishine as a 6* guardian. On the other hand, I could choose Aak and complete Lee’s detective agency, and get the only Geek in global. What would you do?

First priority is always who you want more personally.

Second priority is who you need more from a gameplay perspective.

Assuming there's no real winner in those two layers: I'd personally pick Saria. Yeah, you have Blem, but Saria and Blem are very different units. Blem is more of a sub-damage dealer with sustain than a true tank, able to heal allies and provide Sleep, Arts damage, healing and Defensive SP Charge utilities while also being 3 block and having decent bulk. Saria is a full on bona fide boulder. She has no damage to speak of, but has 3 very good skills, including a huge and hefty true AoE heal in S2, a personal-or-adjacent unit big heal on charges with S1, and a massive heal-and-Arts-damage amplifying field that also slows down units on S3. all of her heals that refill missing HP also grant SP to allies, furthering her utility. They are very different units and Saria is incredibly good at doing what she does. A versatile unit that can easily find a slot in any team for a myriad of purposes.

Aak is a fun unit but far more limited in scope: His S3, the main reason people use him for, allows for some goofy goober stuff with its ATK and ASPD upgrade given to his victim and to himself, letting him be a very effective sub-DPS with volatile, minor CC due to his talent. S1 is slept upon but it's very good for dedicated sub DPSing and inflicting a bunch of CC effects at random (Aak actually has very good auto attacks, making him prettty good for Mumu cloning). For the most part, though, Aak in your team more or less necessaily means unique positioning to better use his buff as well as other units to accomodate for it. A very fun playstyle, just not for everyone.

Saria is more flexible and can be used in just about any situation whereas Aak is more of a hit or miss that needs a bit of prep work --as befits a Specialist-- so he's not for everyone. If what Aak offers sounds fun to you, then go ahead, but Saria is guaranteed dividends, also Saria is cool as hell.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Studebaker Manta Ray

Owner:  Donald  and  Lori  Lacer, Junction City, Kansas

History  of  This  Car

Studebaker Foundation

Both Hire and Antione worked in aircraft design at North American at the time, and they had a vision of a fighter jet-like automotive design, so they purchased a 1951 Studebaker Commander to serve as the foundation for their new space age concept car they decided to call the Manta Ray. They stripped down the stock body design and added a three-seater roadster body made of fiberglass. Hire and Antoine then began adding designs of the jet-age. The first addition was the nosecone which they designed from scratch by first building a wooden cone mold and then they cast a ¼ - inch shell. Next, they added a triple tail lamp feature which they borrowed from the 1952 Lincoln design. They kept the Studebaker 232 cu.-in. V-8 engine and the Studebaker chassis, but they did chop off some 3 inches from the frame rails in their design.

The Manta Ray Changed Hands

The finished design was showcased in several automotive magazines in 1953 and 1954, like Rod and Custom Magazine, but Hire and Antoine sold the Manta Ray to jet car builder Bob Yeakel They received permission from him to continue working on the car’s design. Their hope was to get the vehicle into circulation as a limited-edition model with two changes. First, add the body molding to a steel-tube chassis and second, replace the engine with a Cadillac V-8 engine. The production idea did not go beyond the plan to circulate the car, and it was never cultivated for mass production. 

Completed Design

The original car was believed to be completed in late 1952 and was debuted before the Chevy Corvette. By 1959, the car found its way into the hands of a used car dealer in Kansas where it was traded for a Volkswagen and a Crosley by collector, L.L. “Peanuts” Lacer of Junction City Kansas. He brought the vehicle to his home and put it into his warehouse full of unusual cars that nobody wanted and there it stayed until he died in 1990. Lacer’s son D.E. received the vehicle when his mother Darlene, the widow of Peanuts Lacer, began liquidating the 120-car collection. D.E. has set to the task of getting the Manta Ray up and running again in recent years. In the years since his father died and D.E inherited the vehicle, some work had been done to it. For one change he noted was the replacement of the old Studebaker engine for a dual quad Cadillac V-8 engine and the car was repainted from gold to pink. 

The Future of the Manta Ray

The car will eventually be fully restored by D.E. but for now it is still in the state it was when he inherited the vehicle. It will show up in many concept car auto shows in years to come but the last time this vehicle was known to be seen or even discussed was back in 2016.  

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@ckfemslashnetwork

COBRA KAI SAPPHIC SUMMER WEEK 1 GOLDEN

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HEY YALL

So uh. Remember that 10-minute All Too Well YasMoon fic that I’ve been teasing for well over a year now ???

WELL

LO AND BEHOLD!!! A few months ago, I started writing more than just lil ficlets and started creating this bad boy in FULL!!! So for cksapphicsummer, I’m posting a proper preview because a) fall color is a big thing here and it kinda accidentally fits the “Golden” prompt perfectly and b) god. I’m so proud of this funky little snippet. I’ve had so much fun working on this angstfic and I HAD to share my progress with someone. Writing the out-of-order slow burn of Moon becoming a simp who’s in way over her head has been fantastic tbh.

Also she only gets a mention here, but I had WAY too much fun creating Rosalie, Yasmine’s older (and to most everyone’s mind much cooler) influencer sister. Actually might end up including her in unrelated YasMoon fics too, because god, am I a sucker for sibling character foils :O Also it’s not fair that only Sam gets to have a sibling!!! Like give the other kids siblings!!!

…ironically, despite how spoiled she seems to be, Yasmine is one of the few Cobra Kai kids who doesn’t give off huge Only Child vibes XD Like idk. Idk. So much of Her Whole Deal strikes me as Bratty Overcompensating Younger Sister behavior XD

@karatecaulfield BIG pspsps, here’s a preview from A Big Fic coming up!!!

Preview under the cut!!! Enjoy :3

CW for some pretty crude language, and a character shouting a slur basically for shock value. But it’s one that applies to said character, so…I guess it’s reclaiming?

***

“You can travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast”

They were belting the lyrics as Yasmine swerved down mountain roads, rounding bends at what couldn’t possibly be a safe speed. It was times like these she thought she was invincible—away from the suffocating smog, under an endless blue sky, surrounded by fresh mountain air, free from the rest of the world’s expectations. Moon couldn’t tame her if she tried.

“Once you party with us, you’ll be falling in love…”

Moon glanced at Yasmine, and the words melted in her mouth. She burst out laughing.

Yasmine was never that unperturbed. She was all confidence and composure and power, holding onto her throne with tooth and manicured nail. Now she was just a silly, dancing teenager, shimmying back and forth and rocking her head from side to side like some kind of puzzled bird. One arm flailing about like the tube men outside of car dealerships while the other drifted on and off the steering wheel to lazily make turns.

She was grinning like she left all her inhibitions in LA.

“California girls, we’re unforgettable Daisy dukes, bikinis on top Sunkist skin so hot we’ll melt your popsicle”

Yasmine affectionately jabbed Moon’s tanned arm. Moon took a moment to be grateful the very ever-present spray-tan responsible was probably also hiding her blush.

“California girls, we’re undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce, we’ve got it on lock West Coast represent, now put your hands up!”

Yasmine did exactly that, whooping for several seconds. Moon worried they were going to hit the guardrail.

West Valley High’s queen bee self-corrected at the last possible moment, just like always. She grabbed the wheel and they made the turn.

There was something so exhilarating about her when she was like this. When she wasn’t projecting an image that didn’t match what was inside. Her voice was off-key and her movements were the opposite of graceful and every bit of control she usually gripped onto with iron strength flew out the window and into the alpine air.

And somehow, it felt like it used to when Moon finally came home after a long, shitty day of middle school, surrounded by stuck-up classmates and scornful, apathetic teachers. It felt like relief.

The song ended, and an ad came on from that annoying kick-the-competition auto dealer guy. As Yasmine complained for the seventh time about her parents not getting Spotify Premium, Moon looked out the window.

The road to Big Bear had more fall color than she’d ever seen. Only 20 miles outside of LA, and it was a whole different world—cherry reds and fiery oranges and sunset golds mixed into the deep green of impossibly tall pine trees.

It was all so foreign to her, always immersed in year-round flowers and greenery and subtropics. It seemed like something out of a Sunday morning dream, or a good shrooms trip. Strange—unnatural, perhaps—but tranquil all the same.

The aspen trees quaked in a sudden breeze. Several golden leaves peeled off their branches, glinting blindingly in the sunlight as they drifted to the ground.

Moon couldn’t quite explain it, but something felt just right. The energy…it was somehow perfectly aligned, all the stars and moons and planets in position for her to be driving off on a wilderness adventure with Yasmine Pyne.

The universe itself was humming in concord, like everything else that came before and after revolved around that moment.

Like it was the beginning of something too immense to see.

“What’re you gawking at?” Yasmine’s voice had a teasing snicker in it. “Have you never been to the mountains before?”

Moon shrugged. “Not since I was little. We only ever drove up here in the summer, though.”

“God, you should see your face.” There was a note of derision in Yasmine’s voice, but Moon barely noticed. “You look like you popped an E tablet or something.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” Moon smiled, shaking her head. “The trees are so beautiful. They’re reminding me of the healing crystals I still need to buy.”

“Um, what? Where is the connection there?”

Moon turned. The bridge of Yasmine’s nose was scrunched against her eyebrows, the way it always did when she was completely perplexed.

 “The colors, Yas.” Moon couldn’t help but laugh. “The leaves look like citrine. Or…” Her gaze strayed back out the window. “Empowering jasper. Or harmonizing tiger’s eye. Or vitality ruby. There’s so many hues!”

“You are so weird, girl.”

Yasmine laughed, but there was no disdain in it this time. It was an affectionate kind of amused—amusement at Moon’s expense, perhaps, but with an underlying fondness that caught her off-guard.

Moon looked at the autumn trees zipping by, fiery shades gleaming almost as brightly as gemstones in the alpine sun. She started to shift them in her mind, imagining clusters of leaves as giant, glimmering jewels instead. A whole forest of ruby and citrine and jasper and tiger’s eye and topaz and carnelian, polished stones budding from the ends of delicate white branches. A beautiful, serene place, quiet and peaceful. A place of healing. No sound save birdsong and babbling creeks.

She wondered how much more vivid the image would be with caps.

“I’d actually love to trip out here,” she admitted. “It’d be like…the most spiritual thing ever. I feel like there’s a certain kind of ‘oneness with the universe’ around these trees, you know?”

“What, and then wander off the side of a cliff because you’ve convinced yourself you can fly? No thanks.”

Moon sniggered. Yasmine couldn’t sugarcoat something if she tried.

She didn’t pull punches when it came to teasing out the worst-case scenario and she never hesitated when deciding that’s what would inevitably happen.

A wooden sign post flitted past. Moon pressed her palm into the window glass, eyes widening.

A trailhead.

“Let’s go for a hike!”

The words spouted from Moon before she could stop them. She blinked, wholly unsure where the sudden determination came from.

Yasmine spluttered, uncharacteristically lost for words.

“Please,” Moon added plaintively. “Just a short one?”

“Why?” Yasmine demanded, finally finding her voice.

Moon bit her lip, staring at the dashboard.

“I’ve never been.”

“You’ve never been hiking in Big Bear.”

Yasmine scoffed, punctuating the statement with a smack to the steering wheel.

“Nope.” Moon chuckled nervously, hoping this wasn’t something Yasmine decided was worthy of giving her shit about.

Her friend only snorted in disbelief. “You haven’t been hiking up here,” she said again. “Aren’t your parents like…tree-hugging mega-hippies or something? Seems like they’d be all about that meditative outdoorsy shit.”

Moon laughed, shaking her head. “Well, they’re more like…smoke-a-bunch-of-stuff-in-a-sweat-lodge-and-see-the-entire-pagan-pantheon kind of hippies. Not really the one-with-nature kind of hippies.”

“But you are, huh?”

Yasmine raised her eyebrows, and Moon’s cheeks grew hot.

“I don’t know. I guess so. Nature calms me down when I’m stressed. Helps unblock my root chakra when it gets a little clogged.”

They passed a particularly beautiful grove of red maple trees, and Moon sucked in her breath.

“If we could just…stop and take a little walk somewhere…”

“Mooooon.” Yasmine dragged her name into a whine. “I’m wearing designer boots. If I get too much dirt on them, my mom will skin me alive and use my eviscerated corpse to make another pair.”

“Oh my god.” Moon snickered. “Don’t be so dramatic. Your mom is nice! She’s not going to flip out over a little dust.”

“You don’t know her,” Yasmine grumbled.

“I’ll take the blame if she gets mad. Promise.” Moon gave her friend her most pleading look. “I’ll say…I don’t know. I got you really high and we ran around in the dirt or something. But mountain trails aren’t usually that dirty! At least I don’t think.”

Yasmine whimpered, glancing from the car clock out the window and back again.

At the next trailhead, Yasmine slammed the brakes. Moon yelped, lurching forward as the range rover screeched to a stop in a pullover surrounded by soaring pines and gold-tinged scrub bushes.

“Oh, fuck it. Rosalie’s not expecting us until 4 anyways.”

Moon smiled at her lap. She got the feeling Yasmine could have fought her harder.

***

“Tell me a secret.”

“What?” Moon’s sandals dug into the trail, grinding her to a halt.

“Tell me a secret.” Yasmine turned, hair backlit by mountain sunshine. “Come on. If you’re going to insist we trek out into the middle of buttfuck nowhere, you’d better have some juicy gossip for where absolutely no one can hear us.”

She leaped onto a nearby boulder with surprising grace, boots deftly clinging to the gaps in a way that suggested she hadn’t always been as averse to physical exertion as she was now.

“DICK AND BALLS!” Moon was completely unprepared for her friend to cup her mouth and shout at the top of her lungs. “MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING SHITHEADS! GODDAMN PUSSY-EATING DYKES! I’LL PISS IN YOUR MOUTH!”

The forest only answered Yasmine’s abundance of profanity with wind, songbird calls, and one or two annoyed crows. Not another human soul to be heard.

“See?” Yasmine turned, her grin conniving. “No one’s going to hear any of this shit besides us. You can literally say anything you want out here. It’d be a waste not to spill some tea.”

She spread her arms, and for a moment, she looked like a bird. An elegant, dainty little yellow warbler, about to take flight or break into song.

“No one can fuck with us out here!” she crowed. For a moment, Moon felt almost as free as her.

Moon laughed, shaking her head. She hadn’t known what to expect from the blonde girl in the yellow designer sundress, making snide comments in her math class, but these unrestrained dramatics were definitely not it.

“So come on, then.” Yasmine scaled down the rock as easily as she’d climbed it. “Tell me something scandalous, Moon.”

Moon frowned, quickening her pace to catch up. “Why?”

“Because. Maybe I want to get to know the girl I’m hauling up into the mountains to see my sister, huh?”

“We don’t need deep, dark secrets for that, do we?”

“Not technically, but I’m bored of all the other shit.” Yasmine groaned. “‘Where’d you go to middle school, did you grow up here, do you have any brothers or sisters,’ blah blah blah. We covered all the small talk crap when we ditched for brunch. I want something more interesting.”

Moon’s cheeks grow hot. “I don’t know if I’m hiding anything that interesting.”

“Oh, bullshit.” Yasmine turned, gray-green eyes boring into Moon. The blonde started walking backwards just in front of her friend, maintaining very intense and very judgmental eye contact the entire time. “Everyone’s got a little dirt on them, Moon. You just have to scrape it up.”

Feeling a sudden rush of bravery (perhaps the empowering jasper-colored leaves were to blame), Moon crossed her arms and returned Yasmine’s smirk. “And why should I give you my dirt?”

“Because.” Those stormy irises had a cunning gleam in them. “What’s a few secrets between best friends?”

“Best friends!” Moon laughed in surprise. “We barely know each other. And I’m your—well, I mean.” She found herself stumbling over her words. “What about everyone else at the table? Your middle school crew?”

“Oh, well.” Yasmine rolled her eyes dismissively. “Jenna, Harper, Aubrey—they’re all fake as fuck. Dumb sluts are using me to get a taste of what it’s like at the top. I know the knives come out whenever my back’s turned.” Her lips curled into a sneer. “It’s whatever, honestly. I’d just as soon get rid of them as soon as they stop making us look good. But you…”

For the first time in a while, the scornful look dropped completely.

“You’re different, Moon. You’re…real. Not basic and boring like every other bitch that follows me around.”

If Moon’s cheeks weren’t on fire before, they certainly were now.

“You really mean that?”

“Yeah, duh. I wouldn’t take you out here if you weren’t worlds better than all the other losers at our trash-ass school. Now…”

The genuine look that briefly shone through morphed into a smirk. Mood wondered if she’d imagined it.

Yasmine leaned forward, smirk widening. Without warning she grabbed both of Moon’s hands, tangling their fingers together as she continued to effortlessly saunter backwards. “Tell me a secret, Moon.”

“I…”

Moon could feel what was hovering just behind her lips. The words threatening to tangle with the mountain air and wash over Yasmine like a cold breeze, causing her hands to jerk away and her face to twist in that oh-so-familiar disgust.

I’m not normal.

It was something in the way that all through elementary school—and all through the turbulent tides of middle school, too—her eyes weren’t only drawn by soccer players showing off at recess, or the track stars who could run more gym class laps than anyone. Boys who dripped confidence like sweat and gleamed like fresh-minted coins, the names inside the hearts every girl doodled.

Just as often she found herself drawn to the ballet dancers and the child beauty pageant winners and the sirenlike voices of the girls in choir. Often as not, her mind was on billowing hair and purple nails and the scent of fruit shampoo as much as the testosterone and cologne of the ever-boisterous boys.

And it was a fascination that went beyond friendship. Moon knew that much.

She was able to join in with the other girls, gushing about the guys they liked and making bets on who would ask who to the next dance. But there was always half of it left unsaid.

She’d never told a soul. Not her easygoing parents. Not her middle school gang. No one. It was an anomaly that belonged to her and her alone.

And Moon wasn’t about to drive away her newest friend, in all her power and mystique and sheer magnetic energy.

Yasmine must’ve seen the gears turning behind her eyes. She groaned, yanking especially hard on Moon’s hands with an exaggerated eyeroll.

“Oh, fine. I’ll go first if you’re not gonna spill.”

Moon raised her eyebrows. “That was an option?”

Yasmine scoffed. “I mean, if you’re just going to stand there looking constipated…”

Moon couldn’t find a response.

Which probably made her look even more constipated.

“I don’t actually wake up like this.” Yasmine grinned mischievously, giving those flawless yellow locks of hers a graceful flip. “And it’s not Maybelline, either. I have to wake up at 5 fucking o’clock every morning to straighten this bitch. But better that than go to school looking like a fucking hobo.”

Moon laughed.

“So you don’t wake up with perfect hair? That’s not very scandalous.” Yasmine gasped, sounding half offended. “It is if you’re someone with my rep!”

“Well, if it’s that important to you…” Moon sniggered. “I won’t tell anyone. But for what it’s worth, I think the other kids would be impressed you put so much time into looking perfect.”

“Oh, no way. They need to think it’s like…an inherent part of my personality that I’m flawless and untouchable. Otherwise they might start getting ideas about replacing me if they style their hair for long enough.”

She had to laugh again.

“I don’t think you need to worry. The entire school knows they could never hold a torch to you.”

For a moment, uncertainty flickered through those stormcloud eyes.

Like the fear of being dethroned was greater than Yasmine let on.

“Damn right,” she said, smug expression returning. She tugged Moon’s hands again, bringing the girls close enough that Moon could smell traces of the strawberry-and-nutella crepes she had for breakfast.

“Your turn,” she purred.

“Um…”

Moon paused, pushing thoughts of her unspoken strangeness away. Yasmine didn’t need to know that.

“I’m worried that people think I’m kind of stupid,” she said instead.

Yasmine looked genuinely thrown off for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

Her expression turned…not serious exactly, but more thoughtful and curious than Moon was used to. None of its usual smugness.

“My friends from middle school, they—they all went to these private Ivy League prep schools. I, uh…I think some of their parents bribed their way in, but some of them were genuinely just that smart. Either way, my parents weren’t willing to pull strings to get me in. They’re really, um…‘go with the flow’ in a way that they, like, don’t like to exert a lot of effort on anything they don’t need to. Which includes keeping me with my friends, I guess.”

Moon took a breath, almost hoping Yasmine would interrupt.

Yasmine didn’t. Only waited with uncharacteristic patience for her to finish.

“I told them at 8th grade continuation I didn’t make it into Harvard-Westlake. They, um…they looked at me like I was some kind of reject. And they started talking about all the things they were gonna do in high school.” Moon winced at the memory. “Kelsey was gonna learn Latin. Rachel was gonna get into Hollywood. Tess was gonna figure out how to become like…some political diplomat or something. And I guess it was just like…we’d been together through the thick and thin of everything, and suddenly I was some dumb bimbo who wasn’t even worthy of licking the dirt they stepped on. And after that night, I never heard from any of them again.”

Yasmine’s only response was a curled lip. “Ew.”

Moon’s stomach sank. “You think I’m also…?”

Yasmine’s scowl deepened. ��No, your stupid friends. They sound like a load of self-righteous bitches.” She scoffed. “Girl, you’re well-rid of them. You stuck around and they’d try to make you into a fucking lame loser nerd just like them. Who the fuck uses Latin in their day-to-day existence, anyways?!”

Moon found herself laughing.

“Yeah, I guess Kelsey was always kind of prissy that way.”

“Half the shit they teach in high school doesn’t matter in the real world, anyways.” Yasmine rolled her eyes. “And yeah, even at prep schools, too. Take all the acting classes and political science you want, but if you don’t know someone important in the industry, you’re not getting shit. The world runs on nepotism, so…your old bitches are going to get fucked over so bad.”

Something about Yasmine’s overconfident scorn soothed her. No one who spoke that surely could be wrong…right?

Moon chuckled. “Is it bad that I kind of hope they do?”

“Nah. Would serve the dumb fucks right.” Yasmine’s smirk returned—bigger than any she’d worn all afternoon. “I should be thanking them, really. They ditched by far the coolest person in their group, and now I get you all to myself.”

Moon only hoped Yasmine didn’t see how red her own cheeks were turning.

“For the record, though…”

Yasmine seemed to search her face, expression suddenly unreadable.

“I don’t think you’re stupid. I mean…not that it matters anyways, because pretty people get jobs more than smart people do, but being good at the crap they teach in school doesn’t mean anything. Being able to read people, knowing who you can open up to and who’s a damn snake, figuring out how to talk people into giving you what you want…that’s what matters. And you’ve got more intuition than anyone I’ve met in a long time.”

Well, if having intuition was what mattered…

Moon only hoped she was reading Yasmine right.

***

Some random author’s notes, in no particular order:

Love that Yasmine is canonically a terrible driver. Like she accidentally kick-started the entire plot because her dumb ass was texting and driving and rammed right tf into Johnny Lawrence’s car. I have every reason to believe she’s this bad of a driver in every situation 💛 Absolute trash queen 👑

Writing S1 Yasmine is so much fun because she’s SO unapologetically shitty, like. You can have her say the most deranged shit and it’s completely in character??? Delightfully challenging to figure out how fucking anyone could fall inconsolably head-over-heels for her, especially someone as naturally good-natured as Moon!!! Like she was simping—I know it in my soul—but how the FUCK did that happen???

Also no I absolutely do not count Demetri’s “feelings” as falling inconsolably head-over-heels for her—mans was faking being straight to get Miguel not to abandon him and then felt he had to Commit To The Bit. I WILL die on this hill btw.

On a related note, though!!! I’ve probably watched the S1 Yasmine scenes DOZENS of times for this fic (not a single fucking one without her girlfriend btw), and after a while you start to pick up on some like…unexpected softness you didn’t notice before? Like she seems genuinely pleased Sam is enjoying throwing her party! She plays wingwoman and sets Sam up with Kyler! (Granted, there could have been ulterior motives here—namely distracting Sam so she doesn’t notice That Gay Shit going on between her two new best friends—but the act in of itself didn’t seem malicious.) She’s a tad overprotective of Moon when she believes Sam has been talking crap, and tells Sam to get the hell out of Moon’s car!!! She genuinely looks hurt when Moon chooses Hawk and Co. over her!!! Like it’s few and far between, but she definitely seems to care about her friends on some level, even at her worst. With that in mind, it’s a lot easier to write Moon getting smitten with her!

Adding onto this—rewatching the S1 Yasmine clips, it’s kind of striking how often she refers to herself and Moon as a unit, especially during the 1x05 car scene with Sam. “Kyler told us what you said.” “You think you’re better than us.” “We know what went down.” She says “Moon, let’s go” when about to ditch the beach party instead of just storming off because of course she’s not leaving without Moon (who she chose to stay with over going with Kyler btw!). She doesn’t even consider it a possibility until Moon outright says it. Not only is this a cool parallel to a thing S1 Demetri also does (I.e. frequently uses “we” to speak for both him and Eli from a place of misguided-ish overprotectiveness and the confidence that “I know what’s best for both of us as a unit”), but this is something a lot of long-term couples I know irl tend to do!!! When I talk about movies with my roommate, he tends to say “we (I.e. him and his fiancé) did/didn’t like it.” When my married friend thanked me for catsitting, he said “we really appreciate it.” Point being that even at her absolute worst, Yasmine is never actually just thinking about herself—she’s thinking about herself and Moon, right up until Moon chooses to ditch her! Anyways yeah these girls were a Thing sorry. If they have a tendency that immediately calls to mind my married and engaged friends, that’s. A little gay???

Also worth noting that Yasmine only really breaks from Moon in 1x09, and then as SOON as she appears again in S3, she’s once again glued to Moon’s hip. Girl literally cannot stay away from Moon akfssrfuhbi

But all that aside!!! S1 Yasmine genuinely sucks so bad. Like GIRL. You fat-shamed a girl for no fucking reason. You verbally eviscerated an ugly sweater kid just minding his business and probably jump-started his Evil Journey tbh. You slut-shamed your ex-friend all over the internet after she almost got sexually assaulted. You cut off your closest friend and fuck buddy because she dared to ask you to stop being horrid. What in the actual hell is wrong with you. I am horrified and fascinated. I want to study Yasmine like a bug.

And I am, via this fic!!! God, am I having a blast with it. Fully intend to continue delving into why she’s the actual fucking worst and giving her the nuance the showrunners never bothered with 💛

I spent like 3 hours researching “prep schools” in the San Fernando Valley, and watched a whole-ass tour video for Harvard-Westlake to determine what Moon’s shitty (or shittier) ex-friends went off to study that made her feel inadequate. Please be proud of me for doing a deep dive into this weird niche topic to make my weird niche pairing fic feel authentic XD

Deadass role-playing as an Uber-wealthy Encino parent looking for a good, respectable high school for their spoiled 8th grader was. An incredibly bizarre experience. I do not want kids, I could not afford them even if I did, and I do not have anything anywhere close to a rich suburban husband to discuss a kid’s school options with. I guess this is the essence of trying to explore lived experiences that will never belong to you???

I legitimately do think Moon is smarter than she comes off as (Demetri wouldn’t fuck with her otherwise!) and is somewhat insecure about being seen as “dumb” because she’s bubbly, hyperfemme, conflict-averse, and in touch with her spirituality. I don’t think she likes admitting this, though—she doesn’t like “burdening” others with her own demons!

Considering Yasmine’s “natural” hairstyle in S3 appears to be more wavy, girl probably spent an ungodly amount of time and effort straightening her hair in season 1. Like yeah, she was mean at, but can you blame her??? Bitch was probably running on like 4 hours of sleep a night!

Jenna, Harper, and Aubrey are some of the extras at the Rich Girls Table! I’ve mentioned in other posts, but I’ve always kind of wondered about them, and What Their Deal Was that they’re only sometimes worthy of hanging out with Yasmine XD Git hyped to see more of them in this and other planned YasMoon fics!!!

Continuing to love looking into crystals/spirituality/incense/other kinds of Wiccan-adjacent things I think Moon would be into! As a woman of science, I’m not sure if I buy into that, but I do think it’s genuinely fascinating and fun to explore and research! There’s a lot of pretty cool and interesting belief systems out there to explore when you go in without obsessing over whether something’s 100% true or false and whatnot.

Yes, Californians really do get that hyped about seasons. I would know—I moved there after growing up in the Midwest, and seeing Californians get hyped about seeing snow or massive amounts of fall foliage for the first time is just about the most pure thing ever ;_____; But it’s definitely not out of the question for Moon to get that pumped about fall color aksssdtchh

I kind of love the idea of Moon always knowing she was bisexual, but not building the confidence to proudly tell it to the world until Piper helped her to 💗💜💙

Bitches be holding other bitches’ hands on an isolated hiking trail and think that’s a Straight and Normal thing to do. Like come on. We all know what you are, Yasmine.

Can’t give y’all an exact posting estimate for the whole fic, but I’m not giving up on it anytime soon (having WAY too much fun with this angst to do that!!!) and will try to get the rest of it done as soon as I can!!! Hoping ideally by sometime this coming winter :3

[the-gayest-show]

I personally was diagnosed at a young age but I've always been seen as High Functioning. Bu definition I sure am.

Despite this, I'm always winging it. I mean, I never truly knew social rules (despite people trying to teach me them) and all my life I've been in these Social Skills Classes teaching me to Socialize Properly. And despite that, I struggle with certain rules (eg. How long does one make eye contact for? 3 seconds, 5 mins each and then break, the whole conversation???) and people have commented on my lack of voice tone, calling me a robot (it's usually just a joke by ppl I'm close to, but it kinda seems painful bc I always thought I was talking normally).

I'm able to pick up on sarcasm (80-90% of the time) and I can laugh to jokes, so it's not like I'm serious 1000% of the time and you must Never Joke With Me, because that doesn't make life interesting, does it?

But there's always something, is there? Like, most of the population know the social rules. Like they've been handed this imaginary brain file and come auto-installed with it. In an allegory, it's like a windows PC coming with Microsoft Edge installed. But for me, I have the windows PC, able to install normal files as per usual, but I didn't come with the Edge that everyone else has. I have to somehow get the little files in to form the whole, and even then you have a broken Edge application.

What I'm saying is, I'm adapting to the rules, dealing with society and trying to play a never ending card game that doesn't tell you all the rules, with a dealer who smiles all the time, but if you get a rule wrong you're seen as silly. That's my biggest deal, despite looking like Average Person and being very high functioning.

I don't think I'm very good at making my voice tones either, or sitting the way people want me to, or not fidgeting (how do people NOT do that?), or liking loud sounds (eardrums don't exist for the neurotypical population apparently??) but I just wanna be treated like any other person you find around me, with the occasional accommodation if I ask for it, which is usually as simple as "quiet space" or extra time on tests.

fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents

the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.

the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations

the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily

the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.

you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.

feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten 💙

since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it

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Unlocking the Value of Car Parts: Finding Quality Used ABS Modules for Sale

In today's fast-paced automotive world, car owners are often faced with the challenge of maintaining their vehicles efficiently and cost-effectively. While brand-new car parts can be expensive, the market for high-quality used car parts has emerged as a game-changer for drivers looking to save money without compromising safety or performance. One such essential component is the ABS module, a critical part of a vehicle's braking system. If you are looking for a used ABS module for sale or just want to know if using car parts used pays off, this guide will answer all your questions.

ABS Module: What is the Point of This Component?

Before discussing the advantages of used ABS modules, it is essential to know what exactly these modules do in your vehicle. The Anti-lock Braking System (ABS) prevents your car's wheels from locking up during sudden braking, thus maintaining traction while keeping better control and enhancing driving safety by reducing the distance covered during braking.

The brain behind this system is the ABS module, which continuously monitors the speed of all wheels and accordingly modifies braking pressure. In case your vehicle has a malfunctioning ABS module, it will compromise safety. Therefore, it needs to be replaced or repaired immediately.

Why Use Second-Hand ABS Modules?

Buying a new ABS module can be really pricey, ranging from hundreds of dollars to thousands of dollars according to the make and model of your car. Then, there is the chance to buy a used ABS module for sale. This can be a good idea based on the following cost-effectiveness reasons: Used ABS modules are many times cheaper than their brand-new counterparts. By deciding on a reliable second-hand part, you can save a lot of money while maintaining your braking system.

Sustainability and Eco-Friendliness Reusing car parts is a sustainable choice since it reduces waste and helps in minimizing the environmental implications of manufacturing new components. You contribute to a greener planet by buying second-hand car parts.

Availability Used ABS modules are usually very accessible, especially for old car models. Finding a new part replacement for vehicles that are no longer in production can be very challenging, hence making the used parts market a lifesaver.

Quality Assurance A good seller of automobile parts usually tests and refurbished the used ABS modules before selling them. This will ensure that the parts are in great working condition and can perform as effectively as new ones.

Where to Find Quality Used ABS Modules for Sale

If you happen to need a used ABS module for sale, it will be important to source this from a trusted provider. Here are some popular channels where you can find quality used car parts:

Salvage Yards and Auto Recyclers Salvage yards, also called junkyards, are a treasure trove for used car parts. Vehicles which have been in accidents or are no longer drivable often still contain fully functional parts like ABS modules. Reputable auto recyclers test these parts and sell them for resale at a fraction of the original cost.

Online Marketplaces Websites like eBay, Craigslist, and auto-specific platforms connect buyers with sellers offering used car parts. When purchasing online, ensure that the seller has good reviews and a return policy to avoid receiving defective parts.

Auto Repair Shops Many auto repair shops maintain a stock of used car parts or can source them for you. Mechanics often have relationships with trusted suppliers, ensuring the quality and compatibility of the parts.

Specialized Used Car Parts Dealers Used car part dealers are companies that specialise in the refurbishing and testing of parts for sale. Be sure to look for accredited dealers who also offer warranty or guarantee on products sold. How to Buy Used ABS Modules

A used ABS module purchase calls for much diligence to avoid future hitches. Here are tips to have a hassle-free buying experience: Know Your Vehicle Details Collect information regarding your vehicle and its parts before searching. Include the make, model year, and part number of your ABS module so you may find an easily available substitute.

Condition Test Get to know how the ABS module is. Preferably it should be tested, refurbished, or working well. Avoid pieces showing obvious damage or wear signs.

Warranty or Return Policy Choose sellers who offer a warranty or a return policy. This ensures you are protected if the part does not work or is incompatible with your car.

Check Compatibility ABS modules may require programming or coding to function with your car. Confirm whether the module you are purchasing is compatible with your car's systems.

Research the Seller Whether you’re buying online or in person, make sure the seller has a good reputation. Check reviews, ratings, and testimonials from other buyers.

The Value of Used Car Parts Beyond the ABS Module

Although the ABS module is an essential part of your braking system, many other parts in your vehicle can also benefit from choosing used car parts. These include engines, transmissions, alternators, and brake calipers. Used car parts will allow you to save money and maintain performance in your vehicle.

Budget-Friendly Maintenance The money in repairs, especially when you replace various components can grow significantly, and buying used parts means completing the necessary repairs without emptying your wallet.

Extension of Vehicle Life High-quality used parts can be able to extend the life of older vehicles. The removal of worn-out components gives you a chance to run your car for several more years.

Preservation of Classic Cars Restoration of a vintage vehicle is almost impossible, at least for classic car lovers. Used car parts can make restoration and maintenance a little easier.

Instant Access Unlike new parts that could take weeks or even months to arrive, used car parts are usually readily available for purchase and installation.

Buying a used ABS module for sale or any other car parts used is smart and practical for the budget-conscious car owner. Not only does it save money, but it also encourages sustainability by reducing waste and giving life to valuable automotive components.

You can feel assured in sourcing high-quality used ABS modules and other car parts to keep your vehicle in prime condition by following the tips in this guide. Don't forget to do some research on the seller, inspect the condition of the part, and verify it fits your vehicle so that you can enjoy safe, cost-effective repairs.

The next time a repair pops up, consider checking the market for a used car part—your wallet and the environment will thank you!

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Mizutaki and ZUN script notes for LE29 and 30 poorly, downright terribly auto translated

第29～30話｜「山野の鬼火で煙草を呑む」(前後編)P155 ZUNプロット山如「お大臣さん。その勝ち分は使わずに、大事にとっておきな。どうせすぐに負け犬達に配ることになるんだから」そう言って、煙管の煙を吹きかけた。山童は恥ずかしそうに再び座った。他の客はクスクス笑っていて、場の緊張は解けた。山如「おや、新しい客が来た様だね」水炊きコメント駒草太夫(山如)が登場、トラブルを起こしかけた山童に煙草の煙を吹きかける印象的なシーン。賭場や煙草の雰囲気自体が山如のキャラクター性そのものに繋がるので煙管やレトロな賭博について調べて、雰囲気を損なわないように慎重にネームと作画をしました。山如にたしなめられた、調子に乗った山童は言動や性格に個性があり、また後編でも登場するので容姿にも個性をつけています。P163 ZUNコメント山如は踵を返し、隣の部屋へ誘導した。襖を開けると、整列した座布団が並んでいる。真ん中にはザルと賽子が二つ。花も飾られている。さっきの部屋より華やかで高級感があった。山如「折角、麓の大物妖怪がお越しになられたんだ。特別に私が親をしよう。イカサマ無用の完全平等賭博。丁半博打は如何？」――丁半賭博の間。賭場にいた全員が参加していた。立ち見の客もいる。山如は煙管片手に片方の肩を出し、壺とサイを手に持っていた。水炊きコメントプロットでは丁半賭博が始まってから山如が肩を出しますが、山如の格好いい場面と感じ、雰囲気をより濃くするためにこの段階で肩を出して見栄を切り、作画時にはプロットにあるように華やかで高級な雰囲気が出るように背後に生け花や龍（ドラゴン）の絵の屏風を山如と共に描きました。

DeepL.com

Episodes 29-30｜"Drinking smoke by the Devil's Fire in the Mountain Fields" (Before and After)

P155 ZUN PlotRyo Yamasyo said,

"Minister.

"Don't spend that winnings, keep it safe. You'll be handing them out to the losers soon anyway."

Saying this, she blew smoke from his smoking pipe.

Yamawaro sat down again, looking embarrassed.

The other guests giggled and the tension in the place dissolved.

Yamayuki said, "Oh, looks like we have a new guest."

Mizutaki comment

Komakusa Dayuu (Yamayuki) appeared and blew smoke on Yamawaro, who was about to cause trouble in this impressive scene.

The atmosphere of the gambling hall and the smoke themselves are connected to Komakusa's character itself, so I researched smoking pipes and retro gambling, and carefully drew and drew the name so as not to spoil the atmosphere.Yamadou, who is in a good mood and who is chided by Yamayuki, has his own personality and behavior,He will also appear in the second part of the story, so I gave him a unique appearance as well.

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P163 ZUN Comment

Yamayuki turned on her heel and led them into the next room. Opening the sliding door, we see a row of zabuton cushions arranged in a neat row. In the center are a colander and two dice. Flowers also decorated the room. It was more gorgeous and luxurious than the previous room. Yamayuki said,

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(SANNYO'S FLOWERS ARE PRIMARY CANON!)

"A big yokai from the foothills has come to visit us. I will be your dealer. No cheating, no equal betting. How about a game of half and half?-

-During the gambling session.Everyone in the betting hall was participating

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