#River Rail Photo

[bucktransit]

[grainelevator]

Canadian Pacific 3065 (EMD GP38-2) leaving the grain elevator in Rockglen, Saskatchewan [source]

[doze-mag]

Roof Extensions - Contemporary Deck

[photosbyjez]

Silent Sunday Jun 02

Tay Rail Bridge I did a couple of Gothic re-imaginings in DALL-E of this iconic bridge.

[vox-anglosphere]

Victorians didn't plan for obsolescence. It was all about permanence.

Here’s what 11 million bricks could build you! That’s roughly the amount that went into the construction of the Ouse Valley Viaduct in Sussex, captured beautifully here at sunrise. The viaduct is 1,480ft in length and carries the London-Brighton railway line over the River Ouse. Some feat of engineering

[conductivemithril]

Sydney River Rock

[down-the-youtube-rabbithole]

Landscape (Calgary)

[justalittledisneygirl]

Container Garden - Landscape

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 37

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

Steve’s glare follows you out the door. You don’t look back as you flit out with your roll of pencils and sketchbook. Peter stands casually at the bottom of the steps, his camera hanging around his neck. He smiles and you show your teeth. Your cheeks are tight. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asks as he walks behind you. 

“Fine,” you like. 

He reaches around you to open the gate and you lead him out. You turn down the pavement and he comes up next to you as the latch clanks shut behind him. You shrink down as his arms brushes yours. Your steps are wide and stiff as your clothing rubs against your pelvis. 

“You looked sad when you drove by so I thought maybe you’d like to see the frogs again.” He says. 

“Oh?” You peek over at him. 

“Uh, not that you don’t look nice. I like your hair.” He grins. 

“Uh, yeah, Steve... Steve took me to the salon.” 

“That’s really nice of him. Weird, he seemed a bit grumpy.” He remarks as he checks out his camera, walking casually without a glance ahead. 

“Mm, yeah. He was.” 

“But he still took you out for all that?” 

“Yeah...” you drone. “Thanks for stopping by. I... don’t go out much.” 

“Gets kinda lonely by myself. The frog doesn’t always show up, then it’s even lonelier.” He chuckles and you try to. You feel heavy. 

When you get to the bridge, he goes to the railing and works at adjusting his lenses. You perch yourself in the grass, just at the apex of the rise that leads down to the river. You open your sketchbook to new page but don’t bother with your pencils. You don’t feel like drawing. Usually, it’s what helps you calm down but now you can’t even focus. 

Peter snaps photos and points out the tadpoles rippling across the surface. You stare through the water, minnows speckling shadows onto the silt. It’s beautiful and peaceful. It’s a stark contrast to what you know awaits you at home. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Peter asks as he leans on the railing and looks at you. 

You nod and shrug. You can’t lie anymore. You bend your legs and toss your sketchbook beside you. You hang your head and cross your arms over your knees. The bridge creaks as Peter comes around. He lowers himself next to you. 

“Hey, you know, it’s been a while and all but you can talk to me.” He says. “Is it your mom? She bad?” 

“She... she has a nurse now. They take care of her.” 

He exhales softly. “Mm,” he hums thoughtfully. The water babbles gently as he fiddles with his camera. “Is it Steve?” 

You’re silent. Deathly so. Tellingly. You shift and grimace at the burn along your thighs. 

“You uncomfortable or something?” He asks. “You’re fidgeting a lot.” 

It's gnawing at you from the inside. You can't hold it in any longer. You're terrified.

“Peter,” you squeak. “I don’t... I don’t want you to judge me.” 

“Judge you?” He chuckles. “For what?” 

Your eyes glisten and you sniff, leaning your head back. You look at him slowly. “At the salon...” you quick avert your gaze and hunch down again. “They waxed me.” 

“Oh? Yeah, your brows look pretty good.” 

“No, my... my privates.” 

He makes a strange noise, “really? Uh, I think yeah, a lot of girls get that done.” 

“I didn’t-- I didn’t want it. Steve he... he made me.” 

He sighs and sniffs. “Why would he do that?” 

You raise your head and your tears spill out. His brown eyes are warm. You feel fuzzy. 

“He touches me. Says things. Does things.” 

“What?” He hisses. “Oh, god, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I asked for it. I... deserve it but... my mom needs help and he can give it to her.” You sniffle and wipe your nose. 

“You don’t have to stay there. Oh god, you should come back with me. To my Aunt May’s. She remembers you.” He insists. 

You shake your head, “I belong with my mom.” 

He huffs, “you don’t belong there. Not with that. With him.” 

“Please. Please. I can’t leave her. But...” you quaver at the thought in the back of your mind. “I’m scared.” 

“Yeah, well, who wouldn’t be--” 

“Please, just let me talk. And I’m sorry because it’s going to be really strange.” You shake your head and chew your lip. You think of last night and the car ride and all the things Steve promised. You want to hurt him too and you don’t know how else to do so. “Will you do it with me first?” 

He garbles and winces. His breath turns shallow and he looks around, “do what?” 

“Peter.” You touch his arm. “I don’t want it to hurt and I know you’ll be nice.” 

“But... we... it’s a lot.” 

“Oh,” you cover your face. “I told you it’s weird. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just... I can’t stop him.” 

“Just come with me,” he pleas. 

“I told you, my mom!” You snap. “It’s okay. I’ll... I’ll just... hold my breath.” 

He wallows beside you. A tense silence rises between you, around you, consuming you. You’re embarrassed and you think he is too. You can hear him swallow. 

“I’m... I’ve never done it before either so... I... I’m nervous.” He confesses. You slowly turn to him. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I just never got to it, I guess but maybe it’s not so bad knowing that neither of us... have?” His brows squiggle and he pushes his shoulders up. 

You nod, “is that... are you going to do it?” 

He bites his lips and his brown eyes scan around the grass and water. 

“My aunt’s at home right now, we can’t really sneak in so...” 

“It’s okay. We’ll do it here.” 

“Here?” He gurgles. 

“Yeah,” you reach for his hand and stand up slowly, “come on.” 

He blinks widely and gets up. He wiggles his hand free and lifts his camera straps from around his neck. He follows you with his head down. You carefully walk down the incline to the river and dip under the bridge. There’s just enough dirt to stand on. 

“How--?” He asks as he sets the camera on the wooden plank that braces the bridge. 

“It doesn’t have to be romantic.” You unbutton your shorts as you turn your back to him. “I just wanna get it over with.” 

“Hey, woah,” he draws your hand away from the denim and pulls you back towards him. “I don’t want it like that. Let’s take it slow, okay?” 

You look at him pout. “Okay, slow.” 

“Can I... can I kiss you?” He asks. 

“Sure,” you smile without thinking. It doesn’t feel so scary. Not with him. 

He guides you closer and puts your hands on his shoulders. He wraps his arms around you and brushes his nose down yours. His breath tickles you and he presses his lips to yours lightly. He’s shy at first. His tongue darts out then away, then out again. He grows bolder and you let him inside. He groans in surprise and delight. 

You sigh into him and your body relaxes. You slide your arms around his shoulders and cling to him. He kind and warm and nice. You like the taste of him. You like that you can feel his heart racing. You like that his touch makes you tingle that way. 

You can do this. That way when you have to face Steve, you don’t have to be there. Not in your head. No, you’ll just think of Peter and the river and the smell of pollen. 

[writingforstraykids]

Letters Of Love - Seungmin🖤

Pairing: Seungmin x gn!Reader (poly!skz)

Word Count: 893

Summary: Next you remember a late-night walk by the river with Seungmin.

Warnings/Tags: fluff

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Jisung | Felix | Jeongin

You scroll through the gallery until your eyes land on a photo that perfectly encapsulates the calm, peaceful essence of one of your favorite memories with Seungmin. It’s a simple picture, nothing too elaborate, but it’s the kind of image that captures the tranquility of the moment just as you’d remembered it. The two of you are standing beside the riverbank at night, the city lights glittering like tiny stars reflected in the dark waters.

In the picture, Seungmin is standing slightly ahead of you, his back turned toward the camera as he gazes out over the river. He’s wearing a soft, oversized hoodie, the sleeves pulled down over his hands, making him look even younger and more relaxed than usual. His hair is slightly windswept, the cool night air lifting a few stray strands as he tucks his hands into his pockets. The moonlight reflects off the water, casting a gentle glow around him, making the scene look almost surreal. Your own silhouette is faintly visible beside him, your head tilted slightly as you watch him, completely absorbed in his quiet presence.

It had been one of those nights where sleep just wouldn’t come. You’d both been feeling restless, unable to settle after a long, hectic day, and Seungmin, with his usual calm demeanor, had suggested taking a late-night walk. “Let’s go to the river,” he’d said softly, his voice almost a whisper in the stillness of the night. There was something comforting about the idea, so you’d thrown on your jackets and slipped out into the cool evening, just the two of you and the quiet world around you.

The city had felt different at night-quieter, softer, as if all the usual noise and rush had been muted into a gentle hum. You’d walked side by side along the riverbank, not saying much at first, just listening to the steady flow of the water and the distant sounds of the city winding down. Seungmin’s presence was steady and reassuring beside you, and even without speaking, you’d felt the tension of the day slowly melting away, replaced by a peaceful stillness that seemed to wrap around the two of you.

Eventually, he’d stopped, leaning slightly over the railing, eyes fixed on the shimmering lights reflecting in the water. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he’d murmured, his voice quiet and thoughtful. There was a soft smile on his lips, the kind that made you want to lean closer, to capture that fleeting look in your heart forever. You’d stood there beside him, just taking it all in-the soft glow of the streetlights, the gentle ripple of the river, and the calm way his eyes traced the patterns on the water’s surface.

As you’d stood together, you’d found yourself talking, words flowing as easily as the river itself. You’d shared little stories, whispered thoughts, and dreams-nothing grand, just simple, honest moments. And Seungmin, ever the listener, had taken in each word with that gentle focus of his, nodding slightly, his eyes never leaving the water. It was one of those rare times when time seemed to slow down, leaving just the two of you and the quiet intimacy of the night.

With a smile, you attach the picture and let your fingers drift across the keyboard, thinking of the boy who always seems to bring a sense of calm wherever he goes.

Message to Seungmin:

Hey Puppy,

I found this picture from our late-night walk by the river, and it made me think about how much I treasure moments like that with you. It was such a simple thing-just walking and talking and watching the water-but somehow, it felt more special than anything else we could have been doing.

That’s what you do for me, Seungmin. You make the quiet moments feel like they’re enough. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but just being beside you, whether we’re talking or sitting in silence, makes me feel… at peace. Like I can finally breathe.

I think it’s because you listen in a way that no one else does. You always pay attention, not just to the words, but to the pauses, the silences between the words. You make me feel heard and understood, even when I can’t find the right things to say. So thank you-for always being there, for always understanding me in a way that goes beyond words.

Happy anniversary, Puppy. Let’s take more late-night walks, more quiet moments by the river, and more time to just be us, without anything else getting in the way.

Love you more than words can say.

Yours, always.

You read over the message, a soft smile tugging at your lips. Seungmin probably wouldn’t react dramatically-he’d just smile quietly, his eyes softening the way they always do when he’s moved. He’d nod, maybe murmur something low and teasing in that gentle voice of his, but you know he’d hold onto the message, treasure it in his quiet, steadfast way.

You hit send and sit back, closing your eyes as the memory of that night replays in your mind. Seungmin is like that-someone who lingers, who stays, not because he has to, but because he chooses to. Because he sees beauty in the quiet spaces, in the pauses between words, and somehow, he’s made you see it too. And that’s something you’ll never stop being grateful for.

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Jisung | Felix | Jeongin

MASTERLISTS | PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

Taglist (Please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist):

@zehina @jinnie-ret @atinyniki @galaxycatdrawz @silverstarburst @aaa-sia @lilmisssona @kthstrawberryshortcake @channieaddict @soullostinspaceandtime @rebecca-johnson-28 @lixie-phoria @kibs-and-bits @xxstrayland @ihrtlix @pheonixfire777 @mellhwang @palindrome969 @theo4eve @harshaaaaa @rylea08 @heeyboooo @manuosorioh @gisaerlleri @andassortedkpop @lailac13 @bbokari711 @kazuuuuru @rssamj @wolfyychan @stellasays45 @chrizzztopherbang @ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal @silentreadersthings @myforevermelody143 @sapphirewaves @minh0scat @dis-trict9

[adanaac]

hey you know that mandragora photo the anime account posted earlier today

my geoguesser-pilled ass took one look at it and went "i bet thats findable". theres a couple notable landmarks: the river, the sports stadium floodlights, that weird scaffolding tower, the antenna tower, and also this style of railing is pretty unusual

so i spent the past hour on google maps and behold! i actually found the spot!

i believe this is roughly the spot the photo was taken from!

google street view doesn't have a great angle for this stretch of the river, and its also outdated and from 2022, but if you look at the other side of the river from here it does have the right railings, down to the rectangle base (if you head south down the river the railing looks similar but has an oval base)

heres another pic a couple steps from that first spot that shows the landmarks better, though that first spot is probably the spot the photo was taken from because 1: it's at the entrance ramp and 2: the scaffold tower lines up with the middle floodlight in the right way

heres googles satellite projection

does any of this mean anything? does this location mean anything? absolutely not! theres like no offices nearby or anything and i would hope this isnt anyone's house! (oops) ive just been geoguessrpilled since kyoto arc and this was fun

[kimberly40]

“The House on the Rock” on the North Toe River in the Lunday community in Mitchell County, North Carolina before and during Hurricane Helene. The house is still sitting on the rock and the water got that high!

The house was built in 1910 and was the former W. Bristo Ellis Store and Post Office. The store was supplied by rail. A swinging bridge was located on one side of the house and the railroad was on the other side.

(Photo shared by Amy Readling Shaffer)

[bullet-prooflove]

Photo Finish: Douglas Hamilton x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @lucymalfoy18 @ashrionest @mimi-8793 @glamourous-eloquence

Companion piece:

Mississippi Meanders - Douglas doesn't expect to meet the love of his life.

Pedestal - Douglas puts you on a pedestal, much to his detriment.

The Prettiest Damn Thing - Douglas regrets having to leave the morning after.

Something Special - You decide to give Douglas something special after you notice how stressed he is.

Games - You decide to distract Douglas.

Martha’s looking for a pen in Douglas’s desk when she finds the photographs in his top drawer. They’re glossy, black  and white pictures of him at home in situ.

Sitting pensively by the fire, a notepad on his lap.

Chopping vegetables with that handsome smile on his features.

Standing in the mirror, watching his reflection as he ties his tie.

All of them are Douglas Hamilton captured in the moment, completely unguarded.

She knows it’s you that has taken them. She’s seen your work before, studied it diligently ever since the image of the Mississippi Meanders appeared on his desk in a matching black photo frame. You’re an exceptional photographer, she can’t fault that and the level of intimacy and vulnerability in these images…

You can’t get from staged scenes.

It’s exactly what she needs for the People’s Mayor segment running in The New Orleans Tribune supplement later this week. A way to show the masses that their mayor is a person, just like the rest of them.

When the article is released you smile when get the notification on your phone. You’ve set up a Google alert because you like to read the positive ones out to him to remind him of all the excellent work he’s doing when he’s having a shitty day.  

It’s when you see the pictures that your heart sinks. You scroll through every single one of them and the ache in your chest, it just grows because these images they’re meant to be private, a gift you gave to Douglas so he could see himself the way that you do.

You pause as you study the final one. Douglas’s tousled hair from the night you’d spent together, his sensual smile as he looked up at you, his back against the headboard. A minute after this picture was taken he’d tugged at the shirt you were wearing, drawing you back into his lap.

Noone was meant to see this side of him, it was meant to be yours and yours only. That’s why it’s hurts so badly, to know that he’s taken something so important to you and used it as part of his campaign.

You don’t respond to Douglas’s texts for the rest of the day because you can’t stand the sight of his name when it appears on your phone.

He comes to find you when you don’t turn up at his place that night. The two of you have a longstanding arrangement, you come over on a Thursday and he cooks for you. By nine o’clock he's concerned he’s not heard from you so he grabs his coat and drives to the museum.

He finds you standing on the bridge where the two of you first met, looking over the river as the lights from the city twinkle over the water. You don’t ask him how he got into the sculpture garden, you know being the mayor has it’s perks, that your head of security is a big fan.

“I’ve missed you today.” He says as he takes up residence beside you, his elbows coming it rest on the railing. “You haven’t been returning my texts, you didn’t show up at the house for dinner…”

“You used the pictures I gave you.” You say, your tone practically glacial.

He’s never heard you sound like that, so cold, so distant.

“Martha found them.” He tells you as he clasps his hands together. “She thought they’d make me seem more personable so she submitted them to the magazine.”

“Did you know?” You ask him, tilting your head so that you can study his features. “Did you know that she was going to use them?”

“Not until the article ran this morning.” He tells you rubbing one palm over the other. “They did the job they were supposed to…”

You jaw clenches and your swallow hard against the emotion that raises up in your throat because that’s what your relationship have been reduced to. A marketing tool, a way of making Douglas seem more likeable.

“Nothing is really ours is it?” You say, your knuckles turning white as you grip the railing of the bridge. “All of it is just one big marketing campaign, a way of making you seem more personable to your constituents. ”

Douglas sighs as he stares down at his hands.

“You knew what you were getting into.” He says, his voice pained.

“I can’t live like this.” You tell him resolutely. “I can’t have a relationship where the things I say or do can be leaked to the press by your publicist everytime she feels like your ratings need a boost. I’d ask you to fire her but…”

You trail off then and Douglas refuses to meet your gaze, confirming what you’ve always suspected. He needs Martha, her connections, her ingenuity, her ruthlessness. After all she was the reason that he got elected, that he wields all this power.

“I need to go lock up.” You say, pushing away from the railing.

“I’ll wait.” He says and you shake your head.

“No, you won’t.” You say as you tuck your hands into the pockets of your overcoat and begin to walk away. “We’re done Douglas, I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Love Douglas? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Interested in supporting me? Join my Patreon for Bonus Content!

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[vox-anglosphere]

To think 1700 men had steady work at the height of the Depression

Queensway Tunnel lies underneath the River Mersey in Liverpool and was designed by engineer Sir Basil Mott.

It opened to the public on 18 July 1934 by King George V to an audience of around 200,000 people.

It was a masterpiece of engineering and craftsmanship, taking around 1,700 workers to construct the tunnel that connects Birkenhead to Liverpool City Centre.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Amore Mio [Secret Trope]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Secret situation 1. Character A is keeping a secret from Character B, until it comes out in a dramatic moment. "Frank has been keeping something from you."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Female Reader. FLUFF. Based on a wonderful request from @xxdrixx . I hope my Italian is not shit, but I know just a little bit from singing opera and kinda went off what I know from that.

WC: 734

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

Frank’s phone went flying across the room, landing with a plonk in the armchair.

You looked at him curiously, having just come back from making popcorn in the kitchen.

“What was– ?” you asked

“Picture of a snake. Fuckin scared me.” Frank responded

You rolled your eyes at the thought of the Big Bad Punisher getting spooked at a photo of a snake popping up on whatever app he was on, but you sat beside him and started the movie, the incident soon leaving your mind.

But several more times over the next few months, situations like this would happen. You’d walk into the room and Frank would suddenly get nervous and find an excuse to close his phone quickly.

If it were any other man, you might find it suspicious, but Frank was too loyal and honest for you to ever suspect anything nefarious.

Then came date night. Frank had taken you to an unusually nice restaurant, having even put on a pair of pants that weren’t jeans just to spoil you with a romantic evening.

Except his mind seemed a million miles away and he kept picking up his phone, reading something while muttering to himself, then putting it down suddenly when he noticed you staring.

You were about to ask just what the hell was up, when the waitress came over to take your order.

“Hi, my name is Francesca. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you guys started with some drinks?”

Your face lit up hearing her speak, recognizing a familiar accent in her voice.

“Sei Italiana?”

“SÌ!” she responded

You talked for a few minutes, reminiscing in Italian about where you were from. Frank watched the two of you, smile on his face as he knew how much you loved speaking in your first language and meeting people from your home.

The waitress was so excited to connect with you, she even brought you and Frank free dessert at the end of the meal, delicious creme brulee the perfect way to end the evening.

“Wanna take the scenic route home?” he asked, offering his hand out to you

You nodded with a smile, happy to have a date night with Frank that didn’t involve him rushing off halfway through to go deal with ‘business’.

There was a chill in the air as you walked hand in hand along the pier of Hudson River Park.

Frank’s jacket was draped across your shoulders, ever the gentleman keeping you warm when you prioritized your outfit over dressing for comfort and the weather. 

You stopped walking after a while, leaning side by side on a railing and watching the lights of New Jersey sparkle across the water. Frank’s hand was splayed across your lower back, a quiet gesture of affection and protection.

After a few minutes basking in the comfortable silence of each other's presence, Frank finally spoke.

“Amore mio. My love.” he whispered in your ear

Your spine went rigid and goosebumps crawled along your skin. You’d never heard Frank speak Italian before. 

“Hai cambiato la mia vita. You have changed my life.” he continued, voice trembling from nerves “Non riesco a immaginare un futuro senza di te. I cannot imagine a future without you.”

Was this really happening? Had Frank learned your native tongue just to use it for the most romantic proposal ever?

His familiar touch disappeared from your side as he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling a velvet box from his pocket.

“Vuoi sposarmi? Will you marry me?”

You could feel the tears coming on as his big brown eyes stared up at you, waiting for your answer.

“SÌ” you responded with a shaky voice, too overcome with emotion to manage much else.

A grin like you’d never seen spread across his face as rose to his feet and kissed you deeply.

After he slid the ring on your finger, you knew you had to ask.

“How long have you been learning Italian, mio caro?”

“Bout six months. Wanted to get it good enough to do this. Maybe we can do our vows in Italian too?” Frank responded sheepishly, pulling out his phone and tapping the icon with the green owl to show you just how much he’d progressed on his own.

Now you understood what he had been hiding on his phone from you.

“Perfetto. Perfect.” you said, kissing him once more 

[hirocimacruiser]

Tommykaira tb brochure.

racing form

The legend of beautiful reincarnation begins.

named tommykaira

full specs

Well-established horizontally opposed 2 liter

twin turbo engine

Tommykaira has reached the limit of his trustworthiness.

For flashy spec performance

unrestrained

tommykaira original

We pursued "maximum effect with minimum changes."

boxer engine

Distinctive exhaust even in the past

With delicate tuning of the exhaust system

Play an even better sound

Evolved into Tommykaira sound.

The wagon has been reborn as a sports machine.

tommy kaira original

Digital meter modeled after racing machines.Indicators for peak torque and shift points also add to the mood.

sports dynamics

Neatness and quality.

balance and performance.

Tommikaira's ``face'' has been refined with a subtle animal-like sensibility.

The aero form, which has become a mass of texture and aggressiveness, is very exciting.

The heightened tension exceeds that of the original.

Driving into the realm of legend with a background in racing engineering.

Tommykaira tb

Tommy Kaira's emotional tuning in search of the ultimate driving taste that cannot be measured by specs

The ultimate in suspension tuning that faithfully reflects the driver's intentions. Please enjoy the exquisite seasoning that makes full use of the know-how that Tommykaira has cultivated in the racing field. The driving seat is also equipped with an original sports seat (optional) designed for sports driving. The joy of driving a wagon is expressed in every detail.

performance

Maximum output: 295ps/7000rpm 278ps/7000rpm(AT)

Maximum torque: 35.3kgm/6000rpm 33.3kgm/6000rpm(AT)

option

●Original seat ¥93,000

●Seat rail ¥15,000

Set price ¥108,000

・18-inch tire wheel set (with special nuts) Wheels are "Tommy Kaira 2", tires are "Dunlop SP SPORT 9000"

Wheel size: 7.5JJ×18+52 (F/R)

Tire size: 225/40ZR18 (F/R)

Set price ¥148,000

・Seat & seat rail price is for 1 leg. The price is the same for both driver and passenger seats.

The above prices include installation fees.

Mizuryo price (registered Sutou River, consumption tax not included) ¥3,890,000

●AT will be increased by ¥65,000.

Kyoto store delivery price

・The photo is a model taken in the catalog, so details may differ from the Kasha.

・As this catalog is a printed matter, the body color etc. may appear different from the actual product.

・Other options, specifications, equipment, body color, etc. follow the Tomita catalog.・Specifications, prices, etc. are subject to change without notice. Thank you for your understanding in advance.

TOMITA

dream factory

http://www.amsinet.ne.jp/~tomita/

e-mail: tomita@mb.amsinet.ne.jp