#chrome fenders

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Schwinn speedster 3 speed

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Jaguar E Type

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65-68 pony badge

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1933 Duesenberg - Two Sisters and Wedding by Lutfi Shedraway Via Flickr: A friend of mine asked me if I can photoshoot her sister's wedding. While the two ladies in this photo are the two sisters, nothing of this photo is from the wedding reality except the two ladies. The car is extracted from a public domain image. The fireworks are from firework photoshoot I did on 4th of July in Orlando, and the canvas/background is extracted from a lightning storm outside Albuquerque, New Mexico: www.flickr.com/photos/shedraway/14565383460/in/dateposted... --- All these, when edited and joined together, make up this photo. This is purely a constructed image for the bride and her bridesmaid, her sister. The bride loved this photo and her reaction to it, was a simple 'Wow'! followed with a big smile on her face. Her smile says it all!

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1970 Plymouth Superbird FAKE

1970 Plymouth Superbird FAKE

1970 Plymouth Superbird FAKE

1970 Plymouth Superbird FAKE

1970 Plymouth Superbird FAKE

1970 Plymouth Superbird Looks Like a Rare Aero Warrior, Don't Look Under the Hood

In 1969, Dodge took NASCAR ovals by storm with the Charger Daytona, a radical race car fitted with a nose cone and a massive rear wing. The following year, Plymouth unleashed the nearly identical Superbird. Both spawned the most wild-looking, road-legal muscle cars of the golden era.

The Charger Daytona is the rarest of the bunch, with only 503 units produced. Plymouth, on the other hand, had to sell nearly 2,000 examples to homologate the Superbird for NASCAR. The latter is a more common sight at local car shows and on the auction block. But that didn't stop enthusiasts from building replicas.

Putting together a Superbird tribute is easy, with so many companies producing accurate nose cones and wings. However, the Superbird is more than just a Road Runner with a pointy front fascia and a massive wing. It requires quite a few extras plus a proper powerplant (most Road Runners were fitted with the 383-cubic-inch V8, which wasn't available in the Superbird).

While some owners go through a laborious process to create an accurate close, others are happy with a Mopar that looks like a Superbird from afar. They simply slap a nose cone and a wing on a Satellite (the Belvedere was no longer available as a two-door hardtop in 1970), and there's nothing wrong with that.

While it may look like a true Superbird from a distance, this Limelight rig is, in fact, a lesser Mopar fitted with "aero warrior" goodies. Whoever built this car also added the correct upper fender scoops and the chrome A-pillars. However, they did not install the correct rear window.

The interior provides more hints that we're not looking at a real-deal Superbird. The dashboard is missing all the gauges, while the center console is entirely different. The steering wheel is incorrect, and everything else points toward a Satellite conversion.

But if you miss the signs inside the cabin, you'll know it's not an authentic Superbird once you look under the hood. This Mopar packs a 318-cubic-inch (5.2-liter) V8. The base V8 in the Satellite at the time, the mill came with 230 horsepower on tap.

As you may already know, the Superbird was not sold with a 318. It came standard with a 440-cubic-inch (7.2-liter) V8 rated at 375 horsepower. The options list included a 440 Six-Barrel (390 horses) and the mighty 426-cubic-inch (7.0-liter) HEMI (425 horsepower).

The engine bay also reveals this Mopar no longer features its factory color. Although painted in Lime Light, the fender tag shows color code FC7, which was used for In-Violet (or Plum Crazy on Dodge cars). The Superbird wasn't available in In-Violet but was offered in FJ5 Limelight, so the repaint makes sense.

Although it's not the most spectacular Superbird conversion out there, this winged Satellite could be an affordable alternative to the real deal. But we will find out more about that when it goes under the hammer on the first weekend of November 2024.

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1954 Oldsmobile F-88 Concept

The 1954 Oldsmobile F-88 concept car, and the only remaining example of this iconic GM Motorama creation. Supplied directly from GM as a knocked-down “kit” to legendary automaker E.L. Cord.

Known internally as project XP-20, the Oldsmobile concept was designed in the spirit of Chevrolet’s 1953 Corvette: a two-seat sports car with a 102-inch wheelbase and fiberglass body.

But its details define the Oldsmobile F-88 concept as something far more visionary, offering a glimpse of the future in the shape of its fenders, tail fins, exhaust outlets, and use of chrome. And GM spared no expense, with custom trim and hardware like front fender vents cleverly disguised behind cast “F88” emblems.

Its interior was upholstered in pearlescent-finished pigskin, a material impossible to offer with production-line models. Unlike most concept cars, the F-88 was not a pushmobile, but powered by Oldsmobile’s 150 hp, 324 cubic-inch V-8 engine, mated to GM’s Hydramatic transmission.

The car is powered by Oldsmobile’s 150 hp, 324 cubic-inch V-8 engine, which is mated to GM’s Hydramatic transmission.

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DAMD Suzuki Jimny "little Δ,” 2024. The Japanese coachbuilder has some new Jimny variations for the Tokyo Auto Salon in January including a version that takes styling details from the Lancia Delta HF Integrale of the late 80s and early 90s. The theme for Damd’s new modified Jimny is “European Masterpiece”, in addition to the redesigned nose with quad round headlights, chrome grille, and custom bumper there are wide fender extensions and a rear spoiler.

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Carstober prompt #2 and 3: Ghost Driver and Spare Parts

Halloween Eve, 1941

“…and the only thing left after the monster attack was a crumpled license plate covered in fresh crankcrase oil!”  A red Cadillac Series 62–one James Glenrunner–leapt towards the small crowd of vehicles that were parked around him in a loose half-circle, laughing maniacally.

It was Halloween and the Glenrunner family was enjoying dinner and homespun Halloween-themed stories in the garage…as it was the only place large enough to accommodate everyone all at once. 

Normally, they’d be handing out metallic treats to the younger townsfolk, but it was a cold, rainy night with intermittent thunder and sleet.  No one with any lick of common sense was cruising the roads.

Annette Longhauler, a sleek black and chrome Cadillac Series 62 Sedannette, was parked alongside her husband, Samuel, a red, International Harvester Company semi.  Sam had the distinction of the being both the largest truck in the Longhauler family and one of the strongest trucks east of the Mississippi.  Normally, he’d be on the road through December, but a downturn in the economy had forced him to renegotiate his Time and Material Contract with the Federal Government, and he was garaged until further notice…. which was fine in his book, as it meant that he could spend some quality time with his family.  

He smiled down at a small, navy-blue car who was nestled between him and his wife: Their soon-to-be-three year old son, Hudson.  

“Ack!  Small bites, there, Hud… ” Annette snagged the end of her son’s teething toy—an old truck bumper--and tried to pull it away from him, but the child bit down as hard as he could and stubbornly refused to let go.  Annette pushed herself upright for more leverage, bringing all four of Hud’s tires off of the ground.  The kid growled and shook his body from side to side, like a gator with a fresh kill.  

“Eh, let him have it,” Chuckled a blue Oldsmobile model 50E.  “He can’t swallow the whole thing anyhow…”

Annette’s blue eyes flicked across her hood to focus on her father.  “But Pa…he could bite off something that’s too big for his crop.”

Otis Glenrunner, patriarch of the Glenrunner family, smiled and waved his front left tire, dismissively.  “His teeth ain’t strong enough for that yet…”

“If ya say so…” She set her son down, and returned to a resting position.  Hud followed closely, and once she was situated, he nestled back up against her front fender and continued gnawing on the bumper, looking very much proud of himself.

“Are y’all even listening…?” James pouted.

“We heard ‘ya,” Otis answered, looking annoyed.

“And…what did you think?”

“Urm…” Otis stammered. 

“It was…definitely a story,” Annette added, trying to sound upbeat.  

“But…I thought it was supposed to be a scary story…” Hud chimed in, distracted.

Otis laughed loudly before he could stop himself; even Sam chuckled. 

“Hud, that wasn’t very nice,” Annette corrected, gently.  

“But…I wasn’t scared.” The infant insisted, setting down the bumper and giving his mother a pleading look.  “And you always tell me to be honest…”

Otis continued laughing; he couldn’t help himself. 

James pursed his lips.  “My story was plenty scary…just ask your uncle.” He gestured towards the ramp leading down into the basement.  James’ twin brother, Carl, was staring back at him with wide, terrified eyes; his teal body was shaking loudly.

“Uncle Carl is a-scared of everythin’…” Hud snorted.

Now it was Annette’s turn to laugh.  “You aren’t wrong…”

“Hey!”

Annette smirked at her brother and stuck her tongue out at him.

There was a long pause, as everyone in the group looked around at everyone else.  “So…who’s gonna be the narrator this time?” Otis wondered.

“Whoever tells it better make sure it's scary!” Hud, glared at James and tamped his little tire for emphasis.  Suitably chastised, James pulled up along side his father, and took a long swig from the communal moonshine jug.

There was another pause, then Sam said in low voice.  “Urm…I have a story.”  

All eyes turned to him.  

“Really, Pa?  You have a scary story?”  Hud pushed himself upright and turned so that he could smile up at his father.  Sam was a truck of few words, and for him to offer…well, it definitely got everyone's attention.  “Is it really, really scary?”

The semi nodded.  “Very much so.”  He cast a sly look over his hood at James.  “Because unlike James’ story…mine actually happened.”

Everyone just stared at him.  Annette, especially, looked surprised.  

“Yay! A scary story!”  Hud zipped up to him and did a cute little spin, his expression rapturous.  

Sam raised a tire. “Settle down, now,” He rumbled with a smile, and Hud quickly scooted near his front bumper, barely able to contain his excitement.  

“My most common run is Atlanta to Jacksonville.  It’s an easy drive, even with a full load of lumber, and if you do it at night, there’s less traffic to contend with…except for the Ghost Drivers.”

Hud’s eyes were wide.  “Oo!”

“’Ghost Drivers’?” Annette wondered, leaning closer.

Sam nodded.  “I noticed the first one on my junior run on the 78, well east of Athens.  It was a lady car, with sky-blue paint, just…driving slowly on the shoulder without a care in the world.  Now that stretch was miles and miles away from anything in either direction, and I was likely the first vehicle that she’d seen since dusk.  Be that as it may, she didn’t acknowledge me as I drove past.  Instead, she just kept straddling the white line with a sort of vacant smile. I figured that she might be camping somewhere in the area, and didn’t think anything of it…but she was only the first.”

It’s not every trip you spot them. But sometimes you see a few on a single go, but I don’t ever recall seein’ them during the day; it’s only ever at night, and only when you’re driving far from civilization in the dark. The other trucks call them ‘Ghost Drivers’ or ‘Moon Wanderers,’ but I prefer the term “Fog Liners,” since that’s always where you always find them: on the fog line, following it the way a train follows its track.  All makes and models just…driving with nothing but the line and the pale light of the moon to guide them.  After a time, you don’t really pay them no mind…”

Annette stared at her husband with a look of surprise bordering on shock.  Despite doing their best to work through their communication issues, Sam had never mentioned any of this before.  

“One night, a few months ago, I passed by an old Buick model 10.  She was so rusted that there weren’t a splash of paint left on her, and the metal on her undercarriage would crumble and flake off anytime she hit a dip in the road.”  His gaze became distant then, like he was getting lost in the memory.  “And…I remember her eyes looking strange.  They were dull and…colorless, like they belonged to someone who was just about to pass on into the next life, but she was smiling the most serene smile you’d ever seen.  And then I noticed that her tires were all low on air.  Not flat, but very low.  So low that she probably wouldn’t make it to the next town…which was some fifty miles distant.  And they made a very distinctive sound: a slow, rhythmic ‘fwump, fwump, fwump…’”

He paused, seemingly for effect, but then he frowned and looked away.  “I…wanted to keep on driving, the scene unsettled me so much…but if she really was in trouble, I just couldn’t leave her out there for the scavengers.  So… I pulled onto the shoulder some distance ahead of her…and…I could hear the ‘fwump, fwump, fwump…’ of her tires as she drew near…”  

Hud scooted closer to Annette; eyes wide.  

Even James and Otis shuddered and drew nearer to one another.  Carl was no where to be seen.  No sooner than Sam said “ghost,” he’d disappeared into the basement, well out of hearing range.  

“‘Ma’am, are you ok?’ I called out, once I could see her in my rear views.  She looked so much more...disheveled up close, and I remember feeling very scared…but I was also worried for her, and that gave me the courage to call out to her a second time. ‘Ma’am? Your tires are low and you’re in the middle of nowhere...’ 

“She Just kept smiling and driving forward.

“My fuel pump was goin’ a mile a minute.  ‘She must be having some sort of medical episode, and needed help,’ I thought to myself.  I dropped my trailer and turned around, but then my brakes locked up. And, no matter how much I tried to move, I couldn’t; I was frozen in place.  And all I could do was watch as she got closer…and closer…”

Hud reversed until he was right up against Annette’s front left tire.

“Seeing as I was blocking the shoulder, she was forced to stop…and that’s when she looked at me.  Looked right through me with those colorless eyes.  She opened her mouth in a silent gape…and she grinned, her teeth pale and broken.  Then she darted forward, faster than a diving night hawk, and grabbed my tire…but not with her mouth.  It was some sort of mechanical arm that she had stowed in a panel on her right, front fender.  Before I knew what was happening, she was dragging me down the road, unfettted by my weight.  And the more I struggled, the more she just…smiled.  After what seemed like an eternity, my brakes unlocked and I spun with all the fight I had in me.  It was like hitting a concrete bridge pylon.”  He paused and drew in a ragged breath.  “She disappeared into the ditch…and I just stared at the spot where she’d gone over, unable to move, unbreathing for what seemed an eternity…”  His voice trailed off.  

“What happened to her?” Hud asked, fearfully.

“She climbed out of the ditch on her own power, and other than the rust that she’d had on her from the start, she was fine.  No dents.  No broken windows.  Nothing.  With how hard I hit her…I should have folded her in half…but there she was moving around like nothing was amiss.  And she met my gaze, then: She was still smiling, but she seemed…disappointed, and she maneuvered around me, though her eyes still bored onto mine.  ‘Fwump, fwump, fwump…’ the sound of her tires faded as she disappeared into the night.  I idled there, stunned, for a long time.  Eventually, I worked up the nerve to pick up my trailer, and continue on.  I caught up to her, in short order, and she was following the shoulder same as before.  But as I passed her, her eyes followed me.  And the last thing I saw of her as I drove away was her wide, happy, broken smile.”

The silence that claimed the room was profound.  

“I stopped at the next town, even though I had planned on driving through the night.  My whole front right fender was caved in from where I’d struck her.  And while I was getting fixed up, I started talking to the folks there.  Apparently, I was the first person to even attempt to speak to a Ghost Driver,” he shivered, suddenly, even though the garage wasn’t cold.  “Since then, I’ve seen plenty more, driving slowly on the shoulder, followin’ the fog line in the dark... I even saw a kid once.”  He looked out at the group of vehicles.  “But you know what’s strange…?”

“You mean aside from creepy, withered cars dragging a SEMI down the road?”  James chuckled, looking nervous.

Sam just smiled.  “The real strange thing is that every last one of ‘em notices me, now.  They watch me through their rear views as I come up behind them, lock eyes with me when I’m near, and then keep watching me until I’m well out of range of their headlights.”  

Hud squealed, and for a moment Annette was concerned that the story had been TOO scary.  But, she shouldn’t have worried.  Hud was fearless, and instead of cowering or crying, he began to circle the garage, excitedly, babbling about wanting to meet the rickety, old Ghost Driver who could toss his father around like a toy. 

The truck grinned, and intercepted the child on one of his laps.  “Was that scary enough for you, Hud?”

“It was even better than the ghost story Bobby’s Pa told us last year!”  His little tires tapped with glee.  “This is amazing!  I can’t wait to tell Bobby; he’s gonna be so jealous.”  He made a playful donut that brought him around to his father’s fender, the same fender that had been damaged in the story.  The metal had been repaired and repainted, but it didn’t stop Hud from reaching up to prod it gently with his tire.

“Yeah…” James said, haughtily, puffing himself up.  “That didn’t really happen.”

Sam locked eyes with the Cadillac.  He didn’t argue or get angry; he just stared.  And as the minutes stretched, longer, and longer, James’ eyes widened, and he slunk back looking horrified.  “By the Manufacturer….you’re serious?”

Sam’s expression changed, tottering somewhere between bemused, hesitant and tense.  As if he were glad for the company, but discomfited by having to recall the events of that night.  His gaze shifted as he noticed Otis watching him with a look he couldn't place.

After a moment, everyone, even Hud, noticed the silent conversation, held with their eyes.  Otis was an older car, and well-travelled.  Not to the same extent as his son-in-law, but you don't run moonshine through the Georgia high country and not see your fair share of…oddities.

“You’re lucky to have gotten away with just a dented fender,” Otis said at last.

Sam simply shrugged, and took a long drink from the moonshine jug. “That's what they say…” 

Annette goggled. Hud tamped his tires excitedly.  James looked like he was going to be sick.  And Carl, despite doing his darndest to stay out of pane-shot, heard the confirmation and fainted loudly.

Character refs/ref photos

Annette

Otis

Sam

James and Carl

Baby Doc

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In celebration of me just picking up a Toyota Altezza Gita/Lexus IS300 Sportcross what are some of your favourite wagons or shooting brakes

yOOOOOO!!!!

Okay now I have to ask, is it actually an imported Toyota or did you add that just for potential clarification?

I should give context for folx out there (apparently folx is a 'more friendly' spelling to some? oh the wild wonders of language): y'all know how Lexus is a brand Toyota founded to move upmarket? Yeah, they didn't need to do that at home because Japan is much better protected from too-good-for-Toyotas-itis: I mean, if the emperor can drive (well, be driven in) Toyotas I am pretty sure you can afford to be seen in one. As a result, until 2005 Japan got Lexus models but not the Lexus brand, receiving them with Toyota branding instead (and different model names too, since the two letter acronyms were a Lexus thing).

To get to your question, though:

SEDANS I LIKE THE WAGON VERSION OF TOO

Toyota Altezza Gita/Lexus IS300 Sportcross (:D)

Indeed, I love your car! The JZ (for the folx: a six cylinder inline engine series widely regarded to be Toyota's best, capable of truly monstrous power with the right hands fiddling under the hood), the sporty, timeless styling, Toyota reliability and Lexus build quality, how no matter the market they refused to use a normal word for wagon, the chrome taillights so iconic they spawned an entire trend in 2000s car styling (especially aftermarket - hell, they still call them Altezza taillights!)... and that gauge cluster oh my GAWD

Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII Wagon

I don't think the street equivalent of one of the most legendary rally cars (and certainly, with the Subaru Impreza WRX STI, part of the most legendary rally war) needs any introduction. I just wanted to make sure you knew that between '05 and '07 the closest thing to a rally car a dealer would sell you also came in wagon form. In Japan only, of course. Because if Japan can't keep a cool thing to themselves, they'll make a cooler version to keep to themselves. Always.

Morris Mini Traveller/Austin Mini Countryman/Mini Clubman Estate

How do Mini fans do it, man

Who doesn't love the Mini? Who doesn't love the wagon's funky rear doors?

And who doesn't hate the time they tried to modernize its front end for the 70s? Me.

Like come on guys. You need to find within yourselves the intellectual honesty to admit that this fucks.

I rest my case. Let's move on.

Citroën DS Break/Familiale/Safari/Estate/Station Wagon

How do Citroën fans do it, man

Yes, the steering wheel had a single spoke - and by the way, that's it straight. It was angled like that so that, in a crash, it would guide your your body to the right - because there weren't seatbelts yet in 1955. Yeah. This is a 1955 design. The French are always been and likely always will be hellbent on being weird - and the Citroën DS is a distillation of the good that can come from that. It had pillarless windows! variable height suspension so effective you could only tell you had a flat by sound - and could change that flat by just having the suspension lift it for you! It had rear fenders held on by one bolt! Hell, in 1967, it got directional lights that turned with the wheels!!!!

IN 1967!!!! Few cars have them right now today!!!

Oh, and also, most interesting to us right now, it has the greatest vibe gap between sedan and wagon I have ever seen. Allow me to illustrate (and slightly exacerbate by cherry picking examples).

You get out of this with suit and tie and a watch you change the time of with felt tweezers.

You get out of this with a lab coat, plane goggles, a propeller tophat and a concoction that violates a semester's worth of laws of physics. And, potentially, seven of the biggest freaks the planet could muster, because yes, this could seat up to eight, thanks to a front bench, a middle bench, and trunk seats. "You mean a third row?" HAHA. NO.

Honorable mentions:

Mazda 6, Subaru Impreza, Toyota Corolla KE70, Audi RS4, BMW E30, Fiat 500 Giardinetta, most '60s yankee landyachts that got a wagon, and all the ones that escape me at this moment

WAGONS I LIKE MORE THAN THE SEDAN VERSION

Audi RS6 (second generation)

Here's what happened (presumably): Audi had bought Lamborghini. Great! Now Lamborghinis could use Audi interior bits, a very welcome change because Lamborghini were not exactly the interior controls GOATs. (To stick to a representative example and not be here all day, when set to Fahrenheit the Diablo's digital climate controls changed the temperature by two degree increments except between 63F and 64F and 72F and 73F. And at the extremes it said LOF and HIF because the F did not go away. So yeah.) But this also gave Audi access to Lamborghini parts - and, a couple years in, one of the engineers told the others "Jo [German for "Yo"], there's gotta be something cool we can do with Lamborghini parts!" And the other was like "Maybe we can make the new RS6 [Audian for Real Sporty version of the A6 executive sedan] with a Lambo V10! That'd be a fast fucking sedan." And the first one replied "And a fast fucking wagon too!" And their eyes locked, lighting up with villainous thrill.

I mean, I could wax lyrical about the all wheel drive and super expensy carbon ceramic brakes and the flared fenders et al but if this garbage 5 second clip does not convince you that this busts ass how could I.

Toyota Corolla E110

Well that's quite the jump. How could I possibly be interested in a car like this? If cars were meals this would be a plate of warm water. There is only one way to possibly get excited about a car this boring: personal significance. And sure enough, my Yaris-pursuing father was instead upsold a Corolla exactly like this, discounted to empty the lot in preparation for its facelift - and one day he used it to drive my momma to a hospital, they got out of it in two, and some tribulations later they got back in it in three - third being a hot-off-the-press me. This, then, was the car that was in the driveway through my stumbling infancy - and never hinted at letting us down. We then traded it for an Opel that gave us loads of trouble, the recipient traded it for an Audi that gave him loads of trouble, and on the Corolla kept getting passed on right to wherever it rests today, never letting anyone down - loyalty likely rewarded by a crusher turning it to mush. And I want another shot at doing this car right.

Okay, actually, there's another way to get excited about such a car: find out about the inevitable sick-ass Japan-only version. In this case Toyota figured they'd fit the Sprinter Carib (because Corolla wasn't near a silly enough name for the Japanese market) with a 20V 4A-GE Blacktop and a 6 speed manual, or in less technical terms "one of the greatest non-turbo powertrains of its size to ever graze a production car". Presumably just for the sake of keeping it Japan-only for the sake of annoying me personally.

Well, joke's on them, because my idea goes even harder: replicating the powertrain the hatchback version competed in World Rally Championship with - 4WD and all.

This but wagon, essentially. And then bin it in a tree in 15 seconds like I always do on the rally sim.

Honorable mentions:

1970 Dodge Coronet SW, Nissan Stagea, Volvo 940/960 wagon (which I talked about in another post!), and again all the others that I forgot.

The shooting brakes are gonna need their separate post because otherwise it hits the image limit :/

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

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i remember everthing. i remember everythgin as if it hgappened only yesterday. i was barely seventeen and i once killed a boy with a fender guitar. i dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster but i dfo remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel. i dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster but i do remember that it wasnt at all easy. it required the perfect combinatuion of the right power chords and the precise angle from wehich to strike. the guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was oooooh dark and rich like wild berries. the blood of the guitar was chuck berry red. the guitar bled for about a week afterwards but it rung out beautifully and i was able to play notes that i hadnt even heard before. so i took my guitar. and i smashed it against the wall. i smashed it against the floor. i smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader. smashed it against the hood of a car. smashed it against a 1981 harley davidson. the harley howled in pain. the guitar howled in heat. and i ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom. mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight. slowly i turned step by step i opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed. i raised the guitar high above my head. and just as i was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the centre of the bed my father woke up screaming stop! wait a minute stop it boy. what do you think youre doing? thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument! and i said. goddammit daddy. you know i love you. but youve got a HELL of a lot to learn about ROCK AND ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

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[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Silver and White ~

[diabolus1exmachina]

Ferrari 212 Inter Vignale Cabriolet 

The Ferrari 212 Inter, has been considered the first successful model within the Ferrari produced in series, since it also did so with a wide variety of bodies: berlinetta, cabriolet and coupé. The 212 Inter incorporated bodies -it did not have a monocoque chassis-, from designers such as Ghia, Pininfarina, Stabilimenti Farina, Touring, Vignale and cabriolet versions from the British Abbott. It also marked the beginning of a long alliance between Ferrari and Pininfarina. On the outside, a long hood to shelter its V12, two large round headlights, its attractive chrome grille and an air intake next to the front fender stood out for any of its bodies. Its engine was the typical V12 of the house, the work of Gioacchino Colombo. With an inclination between benches of 60º and a diameter per stroke of 68×59 mm. It had a total displacement of 2.6 liters, had 24 valves in total and was placed in the longitudinal front position, just behind the front axle. The feeding was through a Weber 36 DCF double body carburettor, with the option of a kit of three carburettors for the most burned. The final power was between 130 and 150 CV at 6,500 revs for the configuration of a single carburetor, reaching 165 CV with the triple, being able to speed up the tachometer up to 6,900 revs in both cases.

Power was transmitted to the rear axle through a fully synchronized five-speed manual gearbox. As for its brake equipment, it mounted ancient and unsportsmanlike drum brakes on both axles inside some beautiful 15-inch-diameter spoked wheels and 175-millimeter-wide tires. The 212 Inter would be replaced just a year after its birth with fewer than 90 units built for the 250.

[ubernaut]

Happy 1 year anniversary to my 1987 Japanese 62 reissue P-Bass finally becoming the 60’s spec vintage dream it should’ve always been 🥰

Full list of mods/upgrades:

- custom made ‘62 spec pickup

- vintage spec threaded barrel bridge

- 60’s position thumb rest/tug bar

- Fender USA tortoiseshell scratch plate

- Chrome “ashtray” bridge and pickup covers

- Labella .45-.105 flatwound strings

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"Tankette" from Spore. (I do not expect you to have this on hand, so i have provided images.)

Oh, What is this abomination that you have brought upon my door-step?

This is a half-track, that is fairly obvious, but I can't pick out any inspiration other then the presence of some '50s era chrome accents on the front fender.

Half-Tracks fell out of style almost immediately after WWII, being replaced by non-hybrid vehicles. There are more than a few problems with its chassis, so I'll be brief with them. There is no drive sprocket, the central suspension element isn't connected to anything, there are no intermediate road wheels, the track pieces are crude, and the front wheel guard blocks them from steering the vehicle.

I can tell from a single look at this that it probably has paper thin armor.

And now for the strange armament it carries. Its primary weapon is a small cannon (that looks like it's a WWI antique) mounted in the super-structure. And it has.... five, fixed frontally firing machine-guns... This is a land vehicle, not a pursuit fighter. Fixed frontally firing machine-guns have appeared on various vehicles though-out the history of armored vehicles, but two is generally no more than and ALMOST ALWAYS ON A VEHICLE THAT CAN TURN ON THE SPOT.

The fields of view from this thing have got to be terrible. You'd be able to see fine out the front with the front view port, but you have less than slits for the diver, and only grates in the back for the commander and gunnery crew.

Depending on how big the vehicle is (and on the shape of the crew) number of crew could be anywhere from two-to-five.

And to finish off, there is only one (big) hatch at the back, two handles, and no hooks or maintenance access points.

FINAL SCORES

Credibility: 1/10 - 3 year olds Crayon Drawing

Coolness: 2/10 - Ghana’s Latest Prototype

BONUS

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