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5.4L Triton V8 Engine: Specs, Performance, and Everything You Need to Know!

If you are looking for a powerful, reliable, and versatile engine for your Ford vehicle, you might want to consider the 5.4L Triton V8 engine.  This engine is part of Ford’s Modular V8 engine family, which has been in production since 1997.  Thanks to its innovative design and features, the 5.4L Triton V8 engine offers impressive performance, durability, and fuel efficiency.  In this article, you…

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[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 95)

The addition of a second, third and forth pod meant that the frame of the escape shuttle was finally beginning to take place, aluminum and titanium wrapped around in a welded cylinder and thrusters mounted at the back to push it out of Copper-9s atmosphere.

It was mounted on steel scaffolding, facing the sky in all it's patchworked glory as worker drones dotted around it welding peices together and double- triple checking that everything was done to the best of their ability.

There could be no test flights or second chances- this had to work first time.

Along with the framework of the shuttle came month 5 of Uzi's pregnancy, along with N's birthday.

Which was today.

N was now officially twenty years old- an adult by everyone's standards and solidly out of the ‘almost adult’ limbo he'd been stuck in a couple years.

N fought vehemently against any sort of party for his big day, preferring that focus remained on the construction effort, he could celebrate when they were in space… safe.

That… may have had something to do with how possessive he'd been over Uzi lately… he couldn't bare to patrol too far from her, his sweeps getting into tighter and tighter circles.

He'd felt territorial around her since… well, since she'd gotten pregnant. But now it felt like all his sensors were dialed up to eleven at all times, alert to every little sound, movement, change in the air.

Like his entire body was in constant anticipation, waiting for… something.

Knowing J was still out there wasn't helping, every nerve in his body alight as he paced on all fours on the roof of the building that inhabited their nest- which they had both been spending much, much more time in since the baby started moving.

He wasn't the only one exhibiting this pacing, expecting behavior either, Uzi was doing much of the same, though slightly differently- in the form of collecting everything even remotely warm and soft and piling it in the nest and then obsessively rearranging the inside over and over again.

She was still working on the ship, sure. Her blueprints were the ones being used for it's construction, she was in the workshop every single day to either plan the next expedition for another pod, or to work on welding the frame together herself. But the second the work was done it's like they were both taken over by the urge to just… pace.

V was also struggling to contain her baser instincts, though in a different way- she was bringing food up into the nest, most of the time a scavenged limb or head (that did always end up eaten or drunk in it's entirety after everyone else was asleep) and fighting back the desire to pull Uzi into a session of grooming and preening that they would both find embarrassing.

Thad and Lizzy were less affected- Though both took up the habit of escorting Uzi everywhere she went like a pair of especially loyal gaurd dogs. Though now they were sleeping in the nest less and less, N was starting to urge them to sleep at home instead, keeping the nest occupied by three the majority of the time.

Which, finally, brought us to this very moment- V out on patrol/hunting for spare parts while Uzi took a break from adjusting every aspect of the nest to try and get her kit to play.

The incident at the playdate had Tera quiet, silently playing with her bat plushie, only chirping softly every so often instead of the rapid fire happy trilling Uzi was used to.

Considering it had been over a week since- Uzi was starting to get worried.

So she picked Tera up by the scruff of her onesie with her teeth and sat her in her lap, where the toddler just continued quietly playing, head angled to where her mother couldn't see her face.

“Tera.” Uzi called softly, and the solver kitten stopped, shoulders scrunched and bat held close to her chest as she still refused to look directly at her.

Uzi sighed.

“It was an accident baby bat, Daddy and I know you didn't mean to.” at this, Tera finally looked up, wriggling to get into her mother's arm.

“Sad.” Tera mumbled adding distressed warbles along with it, eyeslights knitted in an expression of contemplation that a toddler of her age simply shouldn't be capable of.

“He wa’scared-” She kept going, working the more complex words out of her mouth tentatively, struggling, but not as much as before. “-Of me.”

Uzi felt her core squeeze uncomfortably, threatening to unleash misdirected anger on a toddler she'd only met once.

“Why?” Tera asked, making Uzi blink, for starters, Tera was less then a year old and already asking introspective questions- something that she absolutely should not have the processing power for yet. But;

She really didn't like the direction the conversations was going.

“Oh… Jellybean.” Uzi lent down to hug her daughter, squeezing her tight before pulling away and putting a hand on the toddlers tiny head.

“We're… different from the other workers. We all are, Mommy, Daddy, Auntie V. We have different needs, and sometimes-” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “-sometimes people won't understand that.”

Tera took a moment to think about it, a loading circle appearing on her visor before she looked back up.

“That's mean.” She said, a very familiar glare written all over her face.

“Yeah. Some people will be, that's how people are. But there will be ones who will put in the effort to understand you. If you let them.” Uzi smiled reassuringly, her tail coming free to rest beside Tera as extra comfort.

Tera's attention went over to it, the tail cocking it's head as Tera cocked her own, she put both hands on it, thinking hard.

She nodded slowly. “Otay.”

“You wanna play with my tail…?” Uzi asked gently, snapping her tail playfully at her daughter; making her squeal in delight.

“Yah!”

Uzi grinned as her kit seemed to slowly regain her usual energy, biting and nipping and pouncing on the semi-indepentant head of her tail, trilling happily; her core whirred in delight.

Thump.

And here came the birthday boy.

N pulled back the sheet covering the entrance and crawled inside, stretching like a cat before flopping near Uzi lazily, grumbling.

“Find anything?” She asked, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his tousled hair, his tail wagged happily and his core began to rumble with the sounds of his contentment.

“No. Just more flesh.” He mumbled, lifting his head up slightly.

“How close?”

He paused for a moment.

“Too close, it's uh- it's moving faster then we predicted. I think the more there is, the faster it spreads.”

Uzi sighed.

“We have less time then we thought then… we still need a couple more thrusters, fuel… we're not even close to done.”

“I know.” N replied.

A tense silence filled the nest.

“I'll tell dad tomorrow… the sun's almost up.”

“What's the plan then…?” N almost smiled, admiring the way she did always seem to have a plan.

“We're just going to have to work on crunch time. I'll start working on the guts of the ship this week, we still need a way to recharge while in space.”

“We also need a place to go…we can't just wander aimlessly.”

“I know. I've been looking at old files from the bunker, there's an old satellite hub that might give us a idea of where to go.”

The air got more tense, heavy as lead and just as toxic for their health.

“Let's… try not to think about it.” Uzi said after a moment of feeling the dread creep up her back.

“I think that's what we're all doing…” N replied softly, tail hanging low.

“Happy Birthday.” Uzi near whispered, placing a kiss in his head that made his tail wiggle all over the place.

“Mm. Kinda not the best time to celebrate huh?” He admits, sitting up curl into her shoulder.

“Well…”

“We could always celebrate privately.” N's visor flushed, his tail kinked up straight before coming to curl around his mate, a playful chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Oh?” He hummed. Watching his kit wear herself out playing with Uzi's tail.

“Once she gets tired we can…” She whispered something in his audial that made him blush harder, but then he laughed before whispering something else into hers, which made her blush a shade of impressive violet, in response, he nibbled up her neck and a giggle bubbled out of her throat.

When he pulled back, they nuzzled each other's faces, sparks fluttering between them as he whispered the the words “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied, connecting them in a slow, passionate kiss that N ended up sighing into, stress evaporating off him like it was never there.

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[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1955 Chevrolet 210

TECH CHECK Owner: Eric Mead, Evansville, Indiana Vehicle: ’55 Chevrolet 210

Engine Type: BluePrint Engines Chevrolet LS3 Displacement: 376 ci Compression Ratio: 10.7:1 Bore: 4.070 inches Stroke: 3.622 inches Cylinder Heads: BluePrint Engines aluminum Camshaft: BluePrint Engines hydraulic roller (0.612/0.585-inch lift, 225/238 deg. duration) Ignition: E38 Engine PCM Assembly: BluePrint Engines Exhaust: Church Boys Racing by Stainless Works 1-7/8-inch primaries to 3-inch collector and 2.5-inch stainless pipes bent by Dave Favor’s Performance Exhaust, MagnaFlow Mufflers Ancillaries: Holley mid-mount accessory drive, PRC radiator and core support, SPAL Fans Output: 530 hp at 6,100 rpm, 508 lb-ft at 5,200 rpm

Drivetrain Transmission: ’99 GM 4L80E Automatic with TransGo valvebody kit prepared by Wathen’s Transmission (Owensboro, KY) Torque Converter: FTI Billet 3,200 stall Driveshaft: Driveline Plus Rear Axle: Strange Engineering 9-inch with Truetrac differential, 3.70 gears, 35-spline axles

Chassis Chassis: Roadster Shop SPEC Front Suspension: Strange single-adjustable coilovers, stabilizer bar Rear Suspension: Strange single-adjustable coilovers, parallel four-link, Panhard bar Brakes: Baer four-wheel disc, 12-inch front rotors with four-piston calipers, 11-inch rear rotors with four-piston calipers, Baer Remaster master cylinder

Wheels & Tires Wheels: Bogart Racing Wheels D-5; 17×4.5 front with 2.25-inch backspace, 15×10 rear with 5.5-inch backspace Tires: Mickey Thompson Sportsman S/R front, 26×6.00R17; Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S rear, 295/55R15

Interior Upholstery: Holtsclaw Custom Upholstery (Francisco, IN) Carpet: Cars Inc. black loop carpet Seats: Original bench seat with black-and-white vinyl Delray pattern Steering: Summit steering column with Eddie Motorsports steering wheel Shifter: Lokar Dash: Original Instrumentation: Dakota Digital VHX HVAC: Vintage Air Wiring: American Autowire by Andy’s Hot Rod Shop (Mulkeytown, IL)

Exterior Bodywork and Paint: Reisinger Custom Rebuilding (Evansville, IN) and Andy’s Hot Rod Shop Paint: Sateen Silver/white by James Smith of Road Runner Restorations (Johnston City, IL) Hood: Stock Grille: Danchuk Bumpers: Danchuk Glass: Auto City Classics Fuel Tank: 15.5-gallon Tanks Inc. galvanized powedercoated silver

[yoshi-likes-art]

Here’s the first progress update on the animatronic that I began building 2 yrs ago, and have since decided to take apart, redesign a bunch of things, and rebuild to be a sturdier figure. There’s still more to go, but it is close to being finished. There will be YouTube updates for those interested.

What I’ve done:

I have replaced parts like the shoulders and waist, that started out as thin bars, with thicker bars. I have redesigned and modeled a new right-arm mech. I have replaced some plastic parts with aluminum parts that I machined. I have changed the “neck” shaft to be 5/8” diameter, based off Dook’s. I have made the waist assembly sturdy with the use of a pillow-block bearing and shaft collars to hold it in place, as well as drilled a threaded hole into the upper-waist to place in a set screw.

What still needs to be done:

All part designs have been completed with dimensional drawings, but I am still in the process of actually machining some of them. I am currently machining the “body-lean cylinder mount” attached to the lower waist shaft (currently using the plastic model I made as a stand-in) out of an aluminum block. I am also machining all cylinder mounts that allow for head movement. I designed a new “head-turn mech” that you will see later; I thought CEI’s was not an efficient design, so I decided to experiment with a new design that requires less parts. I have designed a new “left-arm k-hinge” to fit a different sized cylinder; it doesn’t need to be metal, so I will probably just print it. Also, I just need to place bearings and bushings where they are needed, and eventually have all the proper hardware in place. Right now I am just using anything for the sake of showing progress.

After all mechanical work is done, I just need to build another valve-bank (I have the bank, I just need to put it together like I did with Dook’s), rehose the figure with both sizes of airlines that I went with, and test everything out. I will wire the valves up to a controller once I am satisfied with the build quality. I want this figure to be very reliable with no issues. And then who knows, maybe I’ll start building animatronics for other people. I’ve had people ask me to before, but I wanna make sure I can provide quality work first.

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1936 Cord 810 Westchester Sedan - ACD Museum, August 2023

Josh Malks was an ambassador of the Cord automobile and shared its virtue with the rest of the world. Malks, an avid world traveler along with his wife Betty, drove this Cord to the coast of California and to the shores of the Dead Sea. Its mileage currently stands at 115,000. This Cord has roamed the lands of North America, Europe and the Middle East. From the front seat of his Cord, Malks was able to view the world unlike many others. The given name of this Cord 810 Westchester Sedan is “Moonshadow,” due to its distinguished silvery-blue finish and the original blue English Broadcloth interior. It has been highly praised and recognized in several car shows. In its November 2002 issue, which celebrated the 100th anniversary of the American automobile, Forbes’ American Heritage magazine chose the Cord 810 as “The Single Most Beautiful American Car.” RESTORING MEMORIES Josh Malks was a well-known historian and Cord automobile ambassador who drove this Cord, named Moonshadow, worldwide. Unfortunately, after his donation of the car to the ACD Museum, the engine block side plates were discovered to be cracked and the engine was un-drivable, a fate not uncommon for Cord engines and old metallurgy. In conjunction with several benefactors, the museum underwent a complete engine rebuild and returned the storied Cord back to running order.

SPECIFICATIONS Model: 810 Westchester Sedan Wheelbase: 125 inches Engine: Lycoming V-8, L-head, cast iron block, aluminum cylinder heads Transmission: Pre-select four-Speed Displacement: 289 cubic inches Horsepower: 125 at 3,600 rpm Weight: 4,000 lbs. Price When New: $1,995

[theinkedknight]

Rose Quartz

Based off this post by @cryptotheism that I saw on FB

I sat behind the counter, looking up at the twin sets of flat screens perched over the high shelves carrying boxes of cereal and multipacks of toilet paper. On the left screen, a multiple panel view of the various security cameras set up all around the bodega, the right screen a rerun of Judge Judy. I was mostly paying attention to the right one.

At the table set along the window to the outside sat an older Puerto Rican man, his straw triby on the table next to him, brushing something I couldn't see off the tank top he wore under his unbuttoned bowling shirt.

“Listen, I'm telling you. New yor-wiccan.” He said, drawing out the word.

“Shut up Danny.” Called out the older woman behind the deli counter as she worked the grill.

“What? It's good! I can see it on the shirts.” He retorted.

“You're not even wiccan.” I said, shaking my head.

“So what? You think everyone selling gold crosses is a Christian?”

The door alarm dinged as a pair of young people entered. I could smell the tourist on them. Spend enough time behind a counter in Manhattan and you'd be able to as well. It's the wide eyed gaze and almost deer-like quiver.

They start to roam what amounts to aisles in the cramped store. Next to the cup soups, various small packages of laundry soap, and ice salt stood Catholic candles of various colors and saints, icons from a dozen various idols from the faiths of the people who lived or worked in the neighborhood, and bins of assorted crystals. Through the windows and on the cameras I could see the piles of garlic, oranges, apples, and bundled dried herbs for sale under the shop’s awning.

“He has a point, Flora.” I say, eyes returning to the court show.

“You're so full of shit, Danny,” she replied with a tone that sounded like this was a basic fact of reality.

The two tourists came up to the front counter, either sisters or very, very close friends. Their auras looked as though they were the same, or else rhyming so closely it was hard to tell the difference.

“Do you…um…do you sell rose quartz?” The slightly taller one asked.I continued watching Judy for a beat, as it was about to go to commercial anyway, before looked down at the two.

“Flora, we got rose quartz?” I called over to the grill. A black cat walked around from the corner and wove herself around their legs before jumping up to the table next to Danny’s hat. Flora walked around the counter with an aluminum tray filled to the brim with boiled yucca, pickled red onions, grilled sausage, and fried eggs. She put the tray next to Danny, his hat, and the cat, pulling a fork and small bottle of hot sauce from her apron and all but dropping both on the table with them.

“Yeah, no. Fresh out, remember that little bracelet brujita always buys me out. The one with the green hair. Plant name.”

“Aspen.” I supplied.

“Yes, her.” She looked the two women up and down. “What you need if for? You looking for someone?” Their cheeks reddening was all the older witch needed to hear.

She walked behind one aisle, muttering to herself in Spanish. When she returned, she held a pair of pink candles in an unmarked glass cylinder and two cans of soup.

“Damien, get them two vials of rose water.” She told me. She continued speaking to the girls as I turned my back to search the wall of incense, oils, single dose packs of Advil, condoms, and “nail polish remover” behind the counter. “What you wanna do is anoint yourself and the candle and burn it next to your bed at night.”

The taller one nodded as if taking mental notes. “And the soup?”

“Cook it for him. Men love soup.” Flora said as if speaking to an idiot.

As her friend/sister was turning redder still, the shorter one was looking at Danny eating his breakfast.

“Isn't it, like, unhygienic to have a cat in a place serving food like that?” She asked, genuine concern in her voice.

“I'm cleaner than you are, Princess Midwest.” The cat replied, looking up at her with emerald green eyes. “This one needs some Florida water too, Damien. Her aura is a little…much.”

I tried to keep the smirk from my face as she jumped.

“Hannah, I told you if you're going to talk to customers, you need to be a person.” Flora admonished. The cat sighed, jumping from the table to the other chair. Between one blink and the other, the cat was gone and a pale skinned woman in a black dress replaced her. For a moment she still had feline eyes, before blinking and her human form completing.

“Anyway, spritz it on yourself after you shower. If you're good, you'll clear that…” Hannah made a general hand gesture to encompass what must be the woman's aura. “...in about a week.”

They both stepped up to the counter, wide eyed and more than a touch shaken. “So, would that be all together or separate?” I asked, trying to calm them with a gentle smile.

They indicted together and made to pay, pulling out a crystal bedazzled iPhone to tap on the terminal. I wrapped the candles in yesterday's Daily News and put everything into an ‘I HEART NY’ bag. As quickly as they could without running, they were out of the store again.

“I would buy that shirt.” Hannah said, reaching over and stealing a slice of meat from Danny's plate, who moved to slap her hand but was too slow.

“See! And she is wiccan. I am smart.” Danny proclaimed.

“Full of shit.” Flora replied, shaking her head and returning to the deli counter.

[hirocimacruiser]

Nissan Pulsar VZ-R N1 Ver.II

The joy of only 300 units

The roar of 200hp returns!

TEXT/Takehira Motonobu

Photo by Yoshiyuki Okusumi

The signal of revival rises!

Do you remember the debut of the Pulsar VZ-R with a super hot engine, the VZ-R NI? We reported on the circuit impressions in this magazine, and we were all excited by the powerful engine. Unfortunately, the sale was limited to a total of 200 units, including the model that competed in the N-Race. But just when you were reminiscing and wondering, "What happened to that amazing Pulsar?", the even more evolved VZ-R N1-Version II has been debuted. This is exciting, isn't it?

Now,

How is the second edition going?

Has it changed?

From what I remember from my test drive a year ago, the engine was great, but the chassis was not well-tuned and the suspension had the hardness you'd expect from a hot model.

The production is also not that great.

However, Version II has been significantly improved with more emphasis on the chassis and sports equipment. It is a full-fledged sports model that lets you enjoy the 200ps to the fullest.

The engine is untouched this time. Hmm? Not convinced? Look at the specs again.

200ps/7800 rpm, 18.5kgm/7600rpm. NA 1.6L. This is amazing.

One word: Of course, it has the best specs in its class. That's why there's no need to do anything more.

It is not easy to achieve such high power. The base model is the SR16VE.

Generates 175ps/16.5kgm. However, the only thing the NII specification shares is the cylinder block.

The intake and exhaust systems and cylinder head are new designs, and every last detail has been meticulously worked on. Naturally, many parts are done by hand, which is also the reason why it cannot be mass-produced. Incidentally, the chassis springs and dampers have been significantly strengthened, the diameter of the front and rear stabilizers has been increased, the front of the car has been lowered, and the tires have been increased in size from the previous NI's 195/55R15 to 205/50VR15. Other changes include the fitment of a special strut tower bar and the adoption of lightweight aluminum wheels that have been increased in size from 6.0" to 6.5J. The body has also been lightened slightly.

But still, this engine is amazing. For a while after starting to drive, I forgot about the improved chassis and was immersed in the engine.

I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The more you rev it, the more the power grows, which is truly stimulating. The highlight is from just over 7000 rpm, where the secondary fuel injector kicks in, to the top end. The engine roars even more loudly, and the acceleration G-forces increase even more. The 8000 rpm redline is just for show. Rev limiter

When you rev it up, it will exceed 8500 RPM. The power, feel, and sound are all things you would expect from a top-class sports engine. At the same time, the drivability is also OK, so there's nothing to complain about.

If you pay attention to the feet,

Compared to the previous NI model, it showed a clear performance improvement. The roll rigidity is significantly higher (smaller roll), no dive, and little squat. In other words, the body movement is less, and the handling is sharper.

That's why it happened.

At the same time, cornering grip has also improved. This is due to the larger tires and the tire characteristics

The suspension is designed to bring out the best in the engine performance.

On the other hand

So, the suspension is really good.

It doesn't feel too stiff. The seats are quite firm, but they have a fairly mild feel to them. I felt that I wouldn't feel uncomfortable even when driving on public roads.

I was also impressed by the high stability, which showed no signs of instability even when I pushed the circuit with all my might. There was no sign of the tail sliding out at all. This was due to the high performance of the Pulsar's rear multi-link beam suspension.

Driving has improved significantly

The lap times were also much faster. It can be said that the car now has a suspension that is worthy of a full-fledged sports model. The atmosphere inside the car has also been completely transformed.

The steering wheel is wrapped in genuine Momo leather

Not only has the seats become a special mono-form bucket type with the same shape as the R33 GT-R, but the seats and door trim are made of a special orange fabric to create a special mood. The cockpit has been transformed into one that really gets you in the mood.

Because it is a circuit test drive,

We had some requests, such as more traction, a lack of stopping power, and a lack of steering rigidity, but when we drove it on the winding roads of Hakone, it was a thrill.

However, this version II will also be discontinued after a limited production run of 300 units, including the N1-race model. So, what should we do?

PIC CAPTIONS

The large rear spoiler shows off the car's performance. The muffler is made by Fujitsubo.

Adopts GT-R bucket seats!

The bucket seats are decorated with striking orange cloth. I thought I'd seen them somewhere before, and it turns out they're the same seats used in the GT-R! Not only are they effective, they also put you in the right mood.

Equipped with Momo genuine leather steering wheel.

The door trim cloth is also exclusive to the NI Version II.

[diabolus1exmachina]

TVR T440R (1 of 1)

A true homologation special, this TVR T440R is the only one of its kind ever produced. Made to homologate an endurance race car in 2003, the car was only recently recommissioned and is up for sale.The story of the TVR T440R starts with the T400R (aka the Typhon) race cars that were built to compete in endurance racing at Spa, Sebring, in British GT, and, of course, Le Mans. In order to obtain FIA homologation, TVR had to build four road cars.The British company chose to build three Typhons and this, the T440R. The Typhons were initially supposed to feature a supercharged 4.0-liter straight-six but were instead finished with a naturally aspirated 4.0-liter engine.

The T440R, meanwhile, was fitted with a naturally aspirated, 4.2-liter straight-six that incorporated a gas-flowed cylinder head, a steel crankshaft and conrods, as well as a carbon fiber airbox with six upper injectors and bespoke exhaust headers. For road use, the engine makes 440 hp (446 PS/328 kW), down from the supercharged race car’s 585 hp (593 PS/436 kW). The underfloor is flat for better aerodynamics and is made of resin-sandwiched aluminum honeycomb. A separate carbon-fiber tub is bonded to the chassis and the carbon fiber bodywork is bonded to the tub and the floor.

Thanks to its power and lightweight construction, the car will hit 62 mph (100 km/h) in just four seconds and can go all the way up to 200 mph (320 km/h). Quite impressive numbers for 2003, and still more than respectable today.

Inside, the T440R has four seats and plenty of exposed carbon fiber, as well as Willans racing harnesses. The seats are trimmed in red and black leather and the Alcantara headliner is a surprisingly modern touch.

[lxsolocam-blog]

56 Chevy, legit 9 second street car. 565 cubic inch engine. GM Bowtie block with a Crower crank and rods, flat top pistons, Brodix 2 heads. A Bullet roller cam, Crower rockers Hilborn Individual Runner EFI manifold. G-Force 5 speed with a Dana 60 rear end, Strange 40 spline axles & 4.88 gears. A McLeod aluminum flywheel, McLeod clutch, Wilwood hydraulic master cylinder, McLeod hydraulic throwout bearing assembly.

[casescript]

DISPOSABLE: 1.1

Two hulking male figures drag a body towards the center of a featureless room, its sole occupant a weary aluminum chair. A trail of congealed blood like a mangled tongue unfurls behind them, smearing the gritty concrete with viscera that steams up in little wisps in the cool air.

Their quarry's shoes drag and squeak against the stained floor as if protesting their transport. Limp arms are twisted backwards at disturbing angles; the head lolls back and forth like a bent pendulum, one synchronized to no familiar method of timekeeping.

The two men bearing his weight take no care in moving the body, and don't even attempt to set it upon on the chair; instead, it is dropped unceremoniously at the base of the chair, and they step away from it. They're both neatly dressed in crisp gray suits, with close-cropped hairstyles and shining black boots. One man is dark skinned with foxlike eyes and a black tactical bag hanging across his chest, the other a blond man with a heavy crooked jaw that appears to have been broken in the past. Slim rectangular bulges under their suit jackets suggest concealed firearms; these men are both dressed and armed to the nines.

The blond kicks at the body, digging his boot into their ribcage, snickering. He pulls out a slim polaroid camera from his breast pocket and with a squint, lines up the shot so the body's badly mangled spine - sections of crushed yellow vertebrae protruding through webbed and mangled skin, stuck throughout with chunks of pink-and-white sinew, glistering blobs of fat and white cartilage - is clearly visible. A mechanical click-and-whirr rattle the stagnant room's air for a second, and the camera dispenses an image. The man snatches it out of the camera and immediately begins whipping it back and forth, stopping occasionally to watch the photo develop.

"Payne," says the darker man, chiding his coworker exasperatedly before stooping near the body. He shrugs off his bag, and after rummaging inside for a moment he produces a slim white cylinder, about the length of his forearm, and a small clear plastic case. He pops the case open, taking out a pair of disposable nylon gloves and pulling them on with a snap. Then from a smaller box he produces a short silver needle. The fat hypodermic gleams, catching light from the overhead cyan fluorescents. He inserts it into the end of the cylinder with a snap and a hiss.

"Wall of Fame, Ripley, Wall of Fame," Payne replies, shaking his head with a smirk. He gives the photo a few more shakes for good measure. "He'll wanna see these when he wakes up."

Ripley only shakes his head in reply, then with nimble hands he straightens the body so it lies flat and straight on the ground, and this takes considerable time given the condition of the body - although in spite of the carnage endured, the face and head are still remarkably intact.

The man's face is defined, with a bony, crooked nose and high cheekbones shadowed with dark stubble. His hair is neatly cut and ebony brown, though flecked throughout with a hint of gray. He's blood-drenched and windswept, wearing a tattered white button-up, black slacks, and an abused pair of leather dress shoes. Most of his midsection is indistinguishable from roadkill.

"When you're done," Ripley drones, pulling the remains of the corpse's shirt back and positioning the tube just above his heart.

Payne places the camera and photo back into his pocket and stoops beside Ripley. With a sigh of familiarity he presses his palms against the cold shoulders of their patient, holding him firmly against the concrete.

"Ready," says Payne tonelessly.

"He got a concussion last time. You got his head?"

"I got his head."

"Alright." Ripley's eyebrows ripple into question marks - his look of intense focus - and the needle shivers just above the pale veined flesh. He takes a breath, and inserts the needle.

NEXT:

[thepartyponies]

This build series is incredible.

This guy Larry Hofer took an 8.1L early 2000s big block Chevy V8 truck engine (which had fixed cam/valve timing and port fuel injection), installed custom aluminum cylinder heads that he modified to use direct injection fuel injectors, and designed a custom camshaft and timing cover that incorporates a variable cam timing phaser sprocket (both technologies from a modern small block V8 engine).

Then he took a brand new 8th-generation mid-engine Corvette, removed the modern 6.2L direct injected vvt-equipped small-block V8, and found a way to install his custom 8.1L direct-injection-and-vvt-retrofitted big block V8 into the back of it, while using the original engine’s computer, switching the sensors out to trick it into thinking it’s still running the stock 6.2L small block. He also modified the stock exhaust headers to fit the wider port locations on the new engine, used the new 6.2 ignition coils, and made a hybrid 6.2/8.1 crank position sensor.

And while they’re still working on getting it running right, it runs.

There hasn’t been a factory big block corvette since 1974. And now there’s a big block in a brand new C8 (8th-gen). And when they’re done with it, it’ll run like it came from the factory that way.

I can’t wait to see how it drives and sounds when it’s all done, it’s going to be so cool, it already sounds great at idle on the GoPro video

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Hi Grey! Thank you so much for the ask! <3

Since I did huntlow last time, I'll choose five sterek fics this time:

My Friend Thinks You're Cute

And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band. The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him when he happened upon one of his live performances on YouTube the following summer. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he's currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. Derek Hale, Beacon Hills sweetheart, local legend, and international rising star. Derek Hale, lead guitarist of The Alphas.

Invisible String

He tries to imagine Derek taking up knitting, and has to fight to suppress the fond little flutter that stirs inside his chest at the image of Derek with a half-finished scarf splayed across his lap, yarn wrapped around his stupidly big, strong hands as he works them in an intricate pattern, the two of them sitting side by side on the couch, watching movies and working on projects together; has to bite back a bout of giddy laughter at the idea of Derek talking shop about his favorite stitch patterns, wandering down craft store aisles with a mountain of brightly colored, kitten soft skeins clutched in his arms, arguing the merits of aluminum vs. bamboo, cotton vs. wool, with those big surly eyebrows of his, as Stiles strolls along beside him. It's so absurdly soft and domestic that Stiles can't contain the longing sigh that spills out of his mouth at the thought of it.

It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes

For a while, there's a whole lot of nothing, just the sound of water splashing against tile, the scent of Stiles's Old Spice body wash wafting in the summer air, and— Wait. Is that…is Stiles singing Taylor Swift? Derek tilts his head to the side, catching sight of what is unmistakably Stiles's silhouette framed in the open window, towel wrapped around his waist, using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and belting out what Derek is 99% sure is the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found

He means to send the photo to Scott. Really, he does. But it's barely 9AM and he hasn't had coffee yet so his brain isn't firing on all cylinders, single brain cell chanting an endless chorus of Derek Derek Derek. Which is how he ends up accidentally sending the photo he'd just taken to Derek instead, along with the lovely accompanying caption: seriously scotty, just look at him, I think I'm in love. By the time Stiles realizes his mistake, it's too late to hit cancel. He hears the telltale chime of a successfully sent text, the little grayed-out delivered notification staring back at him with a mocking checkmark. He glances up, watching in abject horror as Derek pulls out his phone. Clocks his exact time of death as the moment Derek's eyebrows arch high enough to meet his hairline.

Hearts Like Wildflowers

Derek's presence is a solid warmth at his side, appearing through a tangle of branches in a blur of black leather and frost-bitten blue. He's been doing that a lot lately — showing up seemingly at random wherever Stiles happens to be. Stiles assumes he'd taken it upon himself to ensure that the pack's ticking time bomb doesn't go rogue and let another ancient trickster demon use his body to hurt those closest to him. He'd complain about that, only he kind of likes knowing that Derek is always there, because maybe he's a little afraid of that happening too, and he's glad to know that Derek will do what needs to be done if things go south. Derek glances over at him, careful eyes watching him as he glares down at the nemeton with a kind of fierce determination, hands balled into fists, shaking in quiet rage, and asks, in a voice that's so soft he almost doesn't hear it— "Why did you come here?" Stiles turns to look at him, eyes filled with tears that don't spill over but instead find their way into his voice. "I just—" he falters, swallows against the sudden tightness in his throat. "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I'm tired of this thing having some kind of sick power over me."

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Dodge Challenger R/T

This custom Challenger was originally a Plum Crazy Purple car. It has a Shaker hood TA spoilers and dual mirrors. During its custom build it was fully disassembled and blasted before it was finished in custom PPG paint. The custom 528ci all-aluminum Indy HEMI engine features a Maxx aluminum block Manley rods Wiseco custom dome pistons 426-1 Indy heads with Super Mod porting K-Motion springs and 10-degree titanium keepers. The engine is fed by a 950cfm Holley Ultra HP carburetor through a port-matched Indy 426-2 intake. It?s also equipped with an Indy Maxx oil pump and oil pan custom 24-gallon aluminum fuel cell with a Holley racing fuel pump MSD Pro Billet distributor custom 1-1/4 ceramic-coated headers flowing into custom 3 exhaust with X-pipe and ceramic-coated Holly Flo Tec mufflers. A Be Cool aluminum radiator with dual thermostatically controlled fans Meziere high-volume water pump and Indy reverse-flow water pump keeps the engine running cool. Richmond 6-speed manual transmission with a long shifter and McCleod dual disc clutch with Lakewood scattershield transfers the power through a Dennys heavy-duty aluminum metal matrix driveshaft and DTS custom-built Dana 60 rear end with Strange axles. This Challenger features a custom frame and suspension with a full roll cage Aldan coilover shocks and Magnum Force A-arms with 1-1/8? sway bar up front Aldan coilovers out back Modified Competition Engineering engine and mid-plate mounts and full aluminum tubs. Wilwood dual master cylinder and billet disc brakes at all corners provide stopping power to the one-off Boyd Coddington billet wheels and Nitto 555Extreme ZR tires. Additionally this Challenger was equipped with a Painless wiring harness Summit battery disconnect dual batteries mini starter variable speed wipers Electro-life electric windows Halogen headlights and custom driving lights. The restored interior features Legendary leather seats a Rim Blow steering wheel center console full Auto Meter Phantom gauges and tachometer a custom Autosound stereo with 5-disc CD changer Sony Xplod amp and Pioneer Aramid fiber speakers with IMPP cones electric antennae tinted glass and air conditioning. 

[timelessvehicles]

Bugatti Type 51 Grand Prix Champion Gets a Parisian-tailored Winter Suit

The wonderful history of this charismatic car, Nethercutt’s 1931 Bugatti, is significant in both motorsport and automotive design worlds. Having won the Monaco Grand Prix for the Bugatti factory team in the race’s 3rd year of existence, driven to victory by none other than Louis Chiron, was just the opening act for this Type 51.  Today, hypercar enthusiasts know the 2023 Bugatti Chiron as the multimillion dollar successor of the Veyron, named after the 1930s champion driver. After proving its agility on many tracks, Grands Prix and rallies, with such legendary drivers as Chiron and Rene Dreyfus piloting, sn (serial number) 51133 was eventually purchased for slightly less competitive use, along the ‘Allee des Acacias’/ in the Bois de Boulogne in Paris where young gentleman drivers showed off their latest sports cars.  According to Pierre-Yves Laugier, Bugatti Owners Club???? Interestingly, the coupé creator’s family’s railway carriage factory location ultimately became the Citroën factories and competitive driver Bith benefited from his father’s role as head doctor for the Paris Police - something that may have been helpful on occasion. Bith enjoyed a close relationship with his family and explains he never once had an accident!

With a love for speed, driving precision and engineering, 26-year-old heir André Bith would’ve known the barely distinguishable visual differences between the Type 35B and its successor, the Type 51. The DOHC, inline 8-cylinder (hemispherical) supercharged 2.3 liter motor produced 180hp, reaching speeds of 140mph in race trim!  It was among the most powerful and tough racing engines of the 1930s, often making up over 2/3s of the entries in 1930s Grands Prix. The engine bay showed off demascened, engine-turned finishes and right angles, appearing artistically inspired by the contemporary art movement of Cubism.  However, historian Griff Borgeson explains that “the Boss” (as company founder Ettore Bugatti was known), ‘would have no waste of materials nor effort.’  Of the 40 Type 51 and 51A produced, only 23 are known today, the other 17 were perhaps destroyed in war - or absconded in such chaos.

Nethercutt’s sn 51133 survived both world wars and thanks to their thoughtful stewardship, was reunited not only with its Parisian tailored finery but also its doting owner who originally commissioned the alluring coupé ‘build’ back in 1937.  At age 91, Bith fondly remembered driving the open, spartan 1931 racecar he purchased in 1935. Its pedigree already established having been driven to team victories and then owned by the dashing, scarf-wearing celebrity driver, Louis Chiron, who received the car as payment from ‘The Boss.’ The cold French winter of 1936 had Bith looking for a solution and he found inspiration in his pal Jean Bugatti’s Type 57SC Atlantic when they met for lunches.  Notably there were just 4 Atlantics built on a wheelbase longer than the Type 51, between 1936 and 1938.  The 2010 transaction for nearly $40million made it the most valuable car in the world - and one remains missing…

Bith began sketching with designer friend André Rolland.  They found lightweight Duralumin was the latest and greatest material but at the time but few had worked with it.  They were delighted to find an Italian craftsman at Dubos Carrosserie was eager and competent to work with new aluminum alloy’s lightweight, high mechanical resistance.  Dubos agreed to do the project for just 20,000 FRF- IF Bith committed to putting the car in many concours and design/styling competitions.  Bith explained to “Bugatti Magnum” Hugh Conway that he paid 18,000 FRF to Chiron in 1935 for the 1931 racecar.  His mechanic Mr. Schaeffer spoke highly of the brothers Dubos, and did some modifications such as centering the gear lever on the box, fitting a Citroën TAV handbrake to the aluminum dashboard and adding a dynamo to charge the battery. Bith specified seats, not a bench, and no speedometer - the result was a far more uniquely tailored and useful car than a brand new Type 51 which would’ve cost 165,000 FRF then.  One USD bought 22.24 French francs in April of 1937 equating to USD $7,419.- which is ironically about the same factor as the inflation rate change from then to now.  $1 then purchases about as much as $21 today, making today’s prices 20.96 times higher. A new Type 51 today might be priced between $155,000 to $165,000 IF the car market remained the same, however, one new Bugatti Chiron model today is priced at USD $3.25million!

In April of 1937 Dubos began work on sn 51133 near The Boss’s preferred coach builder at Rue de Debaracdere, in Paris’ District XVII, on Rue de Sablonville - so they might’ve shared talent and materials. Dubos was respected for bodying Talbot Lago, Delahaye, Renault and Avions Voisin - such as what won Amelia this year. The Carrossier would have no issue expediting a 6-year-old racecar turned coupé - since the brand new Bugattis were bodied nearby.  The Nethercutts wisely and fortunately were able to involve Bith in everything possible from historic documentation to even locating a steering wheel affectionately mounted on Bith’s wall.  After owning a great many wonderful cars, Bith calls sn 51133 his Queen and came across an interesting discovery at the Bagatelle Concours of 1991. The same contest which his car won in 1937, shown by Miss France who wore a Drecolle dress the same violet blue as the car.  A fellow who stood admiring one of the world’s 4 Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic - the very car that inspired Bith originally - shared information about the disposition of his long lost Dubos coupé. It was now cherished by a fellow who enjoyed driving it in his Colorado Grand event, and once again, after being painted, black, white and black again, bore a similar violet-blue paint color as when Bith sold it. 

The Type 51’s diminutive racing footprint needed an enclosure that wouldn’t slow it down much but would keep Bith and his ladyfriend warm as they sped up to 130mph outside Paris in the wintertime… Decades of using hammers and rollers enabled the Neuilly-sur-Seine facility to beautifully execute the hood and fenders in Duralumin, thanks to their Italian talent, and the body in lightweight steel.  Bith was true to his word and entered the car not only in the Bagatelle but also Ponte d’Auteuil Concours d’Elegance and the Motor Exhibition of October 1937 at Earls Court, not to mention the Paris-Nice Rally et al.  The Dubos coupé was featured in the October issue of “The Autocar” and the November issue “The Automobile Engineer” according to Pierre-Yves Laugier who explains it featured a Type 57 steering shell.  Referring to it as the “Bugatti 57 Sport” he explains it was incorrectly attributed to Saoutchik in the magazine articles of 1937, no doubt of great consternation to Dubos. Bith was heartbroken when, in 1938 a gas attendant filled the tank with ordinary rather than super, and his attempt to remediate the mistake, seemed instead to ruin the engine.  The car was sold and began to suffer.

The chassis retained value to various drivers and collectors while some appreciate the Dubos body which was separated from the car in the 50s and became a Pebble winner in its own right, with faithfully fabricated chassis and engine.  Nethercutts were thrilled to relocate the body in 2000 at a Monterey auction and set about reuniting sn 51133 with its custom tailored, Atlantic-inspired, lightweight, tastefully finned Parisian suit. It is worth noting how Nethercutt’s curator Skip Marketti has dutifully communicated with the variety of owners, drivers and restorers relevant to this car - taking a thoughtfully objective, investigative approach to information gathering as restoration decisions were deliberated.  What may seem overly tedious in some contexts is wise when the rarity, design excellence and accomplishments of a vehicle deserves a level of scrutiny that’s more museum-like or archival sciences while a more artistic, expressive approach may be appropriate in another project.  In fact, the interests of a brand or cities’ industrial history can come into play when very rare, valuable works uniquely represent a nation’s contribution.  Some collectors have even wondered whether a nation could invent reasons to require the repatriation of a particular collectible - all of which we mention simply to honor the stewardship and recognize the different sorts of context faced by restoration projects. Family honor can always play a role in such endeavors - inspiring great record-keeping, accuracy and quality at every step of the process.

[undiscoveredclassics]

Here’s another great opportunity to get into an Undiscovered Classic with some real provenance. This 1954 Woodill Wildfire is currently for sale on @bringatrailer and the auction ends in 4 days! This 1954 Woodill Wildfire is a running project that is said to have been constructed for company founder B.R. Woodill and driven by actress Dorothy Malone in the 1956 film Written on the Wind. It was reportedly placed in storage until 1965 and remained registered in California through 1979. The car is finished in black with red side stripes over red leather upholstery, and power comes from a Mercury-sourced 255ci flathead V8 paired with an automatic transmission. Features include a Fenton intake manifold and aluminum cylinder heads as well as a Mallory dual-point distributor, 15″ wire wheels, a Continental kit, plexiglass wind wings, and Talbot-style mirrors. The car was reportedly purchased by the selling dealer in October 2021 at the Chattanooga Motorcar Festival in Tennessee, and it will require service prior to regular use. This Woodill Wildfire project is offered with copies of 1960s and 1970s California registration documents, period photos, and a clean Missouri title. . . . . #undiscoveredclassics #forgottenfiberglass #fiberglasscar #fiberglass #handbuilt #sportscar #sportscars #americansportscar #restoration #restorationproject #restorationcars #carrestoration #classiccar #classiccars #cars #carsofinstagram #carswithoutlimits #vintagecars #customcars #carcheology #woodill #wildfire #woodillwildfire #fordflathead #dorothymalone (at St. Louis, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIO1cgLNb1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=