#Truck race

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A world's record for a coast-to-coast trip by motor truck was established in 1920, when the three-ton Packard truck shown in the photo rolled into New York just 13 days, 13 hours and 15 minutes after leaving Los Angeles. The previous record was 17 days, 3 hours. The record-breaking truck, which was equipped with pneumatic tires, was made for coast-to-coast trips. Built in 1918, it had already rolled up 120,000 miles. The tires lasted through the entire trip.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images

[avaloncezarlepinski]

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[danielsliberat1-blog]

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[lynnettesotoei]

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[unrealanimal-blog1]

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[funnycartoons]

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[meetmeinmontana]

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[anonnymaus-author]

If you look at the track on the closest part, all those black marks? Thats where Dean Thompson and 3 other cars ended up in a mess of a wreck.

[violent138]

The Batkids each have a personal playlist they blast when they get behind the Batmobile's wheel and it's so much worse being tailed by a roaring tank that is also blaring out a cheery pop song or ominous film score and there's a running poll on social media to have Gothamites vote on who is driving based on song choice.

[girlsdads]

Max shows up on the Monday following the worst week of Daniel’s life with two dirt bikes in the back of a truck like he’s Bella from fucking Twilight.

He’d said as much that Thursday, a text that read simply: I’m coming to Perth. Daniel’s phone has been on Do Not Disturb since Singapore, but Max’s message had flashed bright in his peripheral vision as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to ignore the gnawing pit in his gut. Daniel had pictured Max tapping Notify Anyway with the tip of his index finger, T-rex style.

He hadn’t known how to say Please don’t make this harder, hadn’t had the courage to say I need you here, so he’d sent back: Ok.

And now he’s sat here on the porch in the same baggy t-shirt he’s been wearing for days—discolored sweat stains and all—watching Max back a pickup truck down the dirt driveway. He can’t remember the last time he saw Max behind the wheel of something like this, sturdy and substantial. It feels like a first, a brand new thing for only this version of himself—Max Verstappen driving a truck.

Max smoothly pulls into a full stop, the ignition rumbles then dies. Daniel’s bare feet hit the dirt before Max even opens the door, a feeling that can only be relief blooming inside his chest. He’d said he would come, and he did, steadfast through it all.

Max is wearing travel clothes, basketball shorts and a hoodie, ankle socks and a pair of slides that look more like shower shoes than sandals. He looks tired, like he’d texted Daniel on Thursday and hasn’t slept since. Daniel knows he’s looking pretty shit himself, knows he’s been wallowing a bit hard, sue him. Still Max smiles like Daniel’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

It chokes him up just the same as the first time, almost a decade ago. That clogged-up cotton-y feeling in his throat is love, probably always has been—he’s not too chickenshit to admit it to himself now, after everything. The realization feels precious.

“Hiya, Maxy.” Daniel feels like he hasn’t spoken in years. His voice wobbles, stupidly. He’s squinting against the sun and the hot sting of tears. Max reaches for him.

All of his metaphorical strings cut, he falls into the soft bulk of Max’s chest. The gasping breath he takes as he presses his whole face against the crook of Max’s neck and shoulder feels like his first in a long, long time. Underneath the smell of sweat is the familiar clean scent of Max’s jet cabin. Daniel inhales and inhales, letting it fill his lungs like life support.

Max’s arms around him is the only homecoming he ever needed.

[crazygnomenclature]

[4mulaone]

lots to discuss on the minefield of driver/reader insert fics but the literal funniest thing is fake twitter threads of drivers typing in an insane gen z internet specific lingo when factually speaking they talk like this

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Ford F-150 Lightning SuperTruck Concept, 2024. An electric SuperTruck that will compete at the Pikes Peak International Hill Climb on June 23. The powertrain uses 3 motors to produce more than 1,400hp. It will be driven by Romain Dumas

[fromsupernaturaltof1]

bending down to see daniel laugh 😭

also what noise came out of Max 😭😭😭

[badnewswhatsleft]

oh my fucking god

[rayvvision]