#dealer brochure

[dielukedie-subaru]

Complete Subaru dealership brochure for the all new 2nd gen. Legacy featuring Rod Stewart and a Barkley from 1993.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1969 Lincoln Continental

The 1969 Lincoln Continental was a class act—and the end of an era

The last year of the 1960s was also the final year for the classic Continental. Only gradual changes had been made to the car since its debut in 1961, and the center-opening doors lasted nine model years before giving way to a larger, all-new, body-on-frame Continental for 1970. Many cars saw drastic style changes between 1961 and ’69 (like Cadillac!), but not the Continental. Even in its last year of the decade, it remained smooth and elegant, yet subtle. Refined.

“Lincoln Continental: America’s Most Distinguished Sedan,” extolled the 1969 dealer brochure.

The sedan differed from its 1968 predecessor with a new checkerboard-style grill with a raised center section, mildly updated taillights, and a few other slight changes. The convertible, of course, was absent, having left the model lineup after 1967.

[diabolus1exmachina]

Maserati  A6G/54 Spider by Frua (1 of 10). 

From 1954 Maserati offered the final edition of the A6G sports car. As with its predecessor, the sales designation 2000 GT was frequently used in brochures and advertisements. On the race tracks of the World Sports Car Championship, the corresponding offshoots were called A6GCS. By 1957, only 60 Maserati A6G/54 cars had been built, with the bodies being exclusively built by external coachbuilders such as Allemano, Zagato and Frua. 

So the A6G/54 presented at the Paris Motor Show in October 1954 had to meet high expectations. On the one hand, its driving performance was to clearly exceed that of its direct predecessor. On the other hand, Maserati naturally also wanted to increase its production figures again. And last but not least, there was direct competition with Ferrari, an up-and-coming company that had been enticing customers by building sports cars in the immediate vicinity since 1947. Accordingly, the engineers under Gioacchino Colombo began to thorougly rework the two-liter inline six-cylinder engine. Compared to the A6G, the ratio of bore to stroke was changed, turning a long stroke engine into a short stroke engine with two overhead camshafts. Compared to the A6GCS, Maserati used a chain instead of sprockets to drive the camshafts in the A6G/54 to improve reliability in everyday use. These measures increased the revs and thus the power output, which in this case was around 50 percent higher than that of the predecessor. Expressed in figures, 110 kW/150 hp was initially available, later even 118 kW/160 hp thanks to dual ignition.

As already mentioned at the beginning, Maserati at that time only produced the engines, transmissions and the tubular frame made of steel tubes including suspensions for the A6G/54. Then they sent the components to the coachbuilder selected by the individual customer. The official brochures offered a choice of four bodies. Tipo A and Tipo B came from Frua, Tipo C from Allemano and Tipo D from Zagato. Pinin Farina had previously fitted various A6 and A6G chassis, but then fell out of favour with Maserati when they entered into close cooperation with Ferrari. Only for the A6GCS, a few bodies were still being built there at the request of Maserati dealer Mimmo Dei.

This dealer was also the one who started the ball rolling for the A6G/54 Frua Spider. After a Spider based on a A6GCS chassis with the engine of the A6G/54 was completed in Pietro Frua’s workshop in the spring of 1955, Mimmo Dei ordered a small series of ten vehicles. However, only the first one was given the same design as the original model. The other nine were given an extended front and other modifications in detail. Different bumpers and small fake air intakes on the rear fenders for example.

[gregdotorg]

Frank Lloyd Wright's first building in New York City was an exhibition pavilion for a retrospective of his own work, in 1953, made with a "flexible pipe structure" that we now know from every sidewalk shed in town. His second building was a full-on Usonian house next door to it on a vacant lot facing Fifth Avenue. His third building was the Guggenheim Museum, which was also built on that vacant lot, after the first two were cleared out.

[CORRECTION: The Guggenheim was his FOURTH building in NYC. His third was a Guggenheim-shaped Porsche dealer showroom on Park Avenue that was demolished by cowards in the night before it could be landmarked.]

images: Frank Lloyd Wright Exhibition Pavilion and Usonian House sketch; photo from Fifth Ave & 89th St; and inside. the latter two are from the exhibition brochure.

[inquisitor-apologist]

'What if' for the no excuses ask game? Dealer's choice for which story --sithfox ❤️

Ok, so I’m currently working on that Reva backstory fic, and there’s a scene like halfway through where she tries to pick the pocket of an Imperial Academy student (6 months to a year after the purge) and it turns out that the student is young Kallus (hey, I’m a sucker for cameos and street rat Kallus) , who gives her some credits and an Imperial Academy recruitment brochure.

On the back there’s a warning to report any Force-Sensitives to the newly formed Inquisition, and that where Reva gets the idea to turn herself in to them. Obviously, things would diverge heavily if she never learned about the Inquisition, so here:

She almost does it. She wants to so badly. But. But any gutter rat knows that the military is bad business. If she's caught, if he attacks her, she'll explode again, and if an Imperial officer sees her use the Force... she thinks about the clones. Flooding the level (flooding the temple), searching every inch of ground for her (searching for Jedi), shooting on sight (killing them all). There's no bodies left to hide her anymore. She watches the Imp walk past, and does not follow.

[matthewarnoldstern]

The best cars I've ever own

In honor of my brother Randy's 60th birthday, here's a list of the best cars I've ever owned. It features vehicles from Honda, Toyota, and Chevrolet.

My brother is turning 60 next month. Cars have always been an important part of his life. When we were kids, we spent every September visiting the car dealers on Reseda Boulevard collecting brochures for all the new year’s models. He turned his passion into a career. His website and YouTube channel is named Victory & Reseda after the neighborhood where we grew up and the gas stations on the…

[all-the-things-2020]

No Better Place - Chapter 20

Summary: Monica has an idea and Cassidy gets a huge shock.

Warnings: description of panic attack

Word count: 3500

When Javi submitted a request for additional funding to add an equine therapy component to his department’s program, he hadn’t expected much. To his surprise, the city had responded within a week with a promise of at least $5,000 a year and the possibility of more. It turned out that the police chief’s wife and the mayor’s niece were both involved in a riding group that performed at local rodeos and parades, raising money for charity. Both of them were enthusiastic about adding a horse centered program to the city’s slate, and had applied subtle pressure to the chief and the mayor.

Monica worked with Mary Sue to draw up a proposal. Things progressed nicely as spring approached, until the day Monica appeared in Javi’s office, a frown on her face. “Bad news, boss,” she said.

“What’s up?” Javi asked.

“Mary Sue just got an offer she can’t refuse,” she said, sinking into the chair. Her belly was getting bigger and she took every opportunity to sit. “A very rich family in Dallas -- I’m talking J.R. Ewing rich -- has a child with several disabilities. They’ve made substantial donations to the Children’s Hospital in Dallas and they heard about the work Mary Sue is doing from someone who had been visiting the hospital here. Long story short, they’ve offered her a ranch -- like a five thousand acre ranch -- and a budget of $50,000 a year to move her organization up there so she can work with their kid. Of course, they’ll be able to write most of it off on their taxes, but still, it’s an amazing opportunity for her and they’ve even offered to help her husband find a job in Dallas. She couldn’t say no.”

“Where does that put us?” Javi asked, leaning back in his chair. He’d just gotten a tentative promise to kick an additional thousand dollars into the program budget from a local car dealer, provided he got a mention in all promotional materials and a small ad in the Blue Ridge brochures.

“Square one,” Monica admitted. “She did say the owner of the property she’s leasing would be amenable to transferring her lease with all the existing agreements to another nonprofit.”

“Which doesn’t do us any good, since she’s the only equine nonprofit in the area,” Javi sighed.

Monica shifted in her chair. “Well, maybe we could get someone from elsewhere to move up here,” she said carefully. “Like maybe someone from Laredo?”

“First of all, she won’t answer my calls. Second of all, she’s not a charity,” Javi said curtly.

“She’s not a charity right now,” Monica said. “But Rob’s got several nonprofits as clients. The paperwork isn’t that difficult, and if she registers as a nonprofit, she can get donations to help with expenses.”

Javi stood up. “She won’t listen to me,” he said. “She won’t even talk to me or my dad.” He ran a hand through his hair. He knew from what Chucho had mentioned that things were not going well financially for Cassidy, and this could really help her out. If she was willing to hear him out.

“How about if Rob and I get everything together, figure out exactly what she’d need to register with the IRS and then we figure out some way to get her to listen to our pitch?” Monica said. “If we have to, we can drive down there and ambush her at home.” She paused. “Look, Javi, I know you still love her. That’s abundantly clear. If there’s even the slightest chance this will get you two talking again … if the distance was the issue, then this solves that problem. She’d be a fifteen, twenty minute drive from your apartment. Hell, you could move out there with her and commute to work, no sweat.”

Javi stared out the window, which didn’t have much of a view, just an alley that allowed access for delivery trucks and the brick wall of the adjacent building. “It’s worth a shot,” he said quietly. “But if she says no, that’s it. It’s done.”

“Got it, boss,” Monica said. “I’m gonna go call Rob.”

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Cassidy heaved a bag of chicken feed onto the stack on the end cap display. It was selling well, and she’d had to replenish the stack once already today. She didn’t mind working at the feed store. It smelled amazing and she knew that every hour she worked earned her a bale of hay or a bag of pellets. Gary gave her a 15% employee discount, and often threw in samples the feed company salesmen left on their rounds. Jenny was back from her maternity leave, so Cassidy wasn’t getting as many hours, but Jenny was glad to have backup in case she needed to stay home with the baby, and it was still well worth her while to keep the job. Not to mention it was a thousand times more interesting than her mind numbing job bagging at the Cash-n-Carry.

The bell tinkled above the door and she glanced up to see who was coming into the store. “Damn it,” she muttered as she saw it was Chucho. Gary was at the bank and she was alone so there was no way she could avoid him.

“Hey, Mr. Pena,” she said, “what can I do for you?”

“Well, first, you can call me Chucho,” he said, leaning casually against the counter. “We’re still neighbors after all. And second, I have a favor to ask you. Which might turn into a job for you, so hear me out.”

Cassidy stood behind the counter, arms crossed over her chest. “Go ahead,” she said warily.

“A friend of mine bought a horse. Supposed to be some really well bred stock horse from a fancy ranch in Oklahoma. Turns out he’s well bred all right, but he’s been running the range for three years and the son of a bitch is wild as a pronghorn. They had to lasso him and shoot him full of tranquilizers to get him on the trailer and my friend isn’t having any luck taming him down. They gelded him but that just knocked him out for half a day and he’s still breathing fire. Santos is ready to cut his losses and get rid of the crazy cabron but I told him I’d talk to you about trying your hand at him. If you can’t train him, he’ll end up at the slaughterhouse or getting shot for hurting someone.”

“And what’s in it for me?” Cassidy asked.

“Santos will pay training fees if you’re willing to take him on,” Chucho said. “I told him you have a good setup. There’s a transport leaving his town this week, and he can get the horse on it. They’ll drop him off at my place, since I have a cattle chute next to the main road. It’s one of those big horse vans and they can’t handle the narrower roads. I figure we can either wrestle him into my trailer to get him to your place, or pony him over like you did with Buster after he got loose. Anyway, if you’re willing to take a look at him, they’ll drop him off sometime Saturday morning. I’ll call you when he gets there and you can come over and see what you think. Santos said if you can’t take him on, I should put him in the next auction.”

Cassidy closed her eyes for a moment. The last thing she needed right now was another horse, especially a crazy one, but if this Santos was willing to pay training fees, and it would save a horse from slaughter, how could she say no? “Okay,” she said. “But just to look at the horse, Chucho. That’s all.”

Chucho held up his hands. “That’s all I’m asking for, Cassidy,” he said. “I’m just trying to help out a friend. And a horse. And a neighbor.” He held out his hand and she shook it. “Good, I’ll call you when the monster arrives.” He tipped his hat to her and walked out of the shop, the bell tinkling in his wake.

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Cassidy pulled her truck up under a tree in front of Chucho’s house. There was already an assortment of vehicles in the driveway, including the truck Javi had driven and a faded green minivan she’d never seen before.

Luis waved at her from where he was tinkering with the engine on Chucho’s ancient Gator. “El jefe’s in the house,” he called out. “Said to tell you to go on in and get a cup of coffee. He’s got a few phone calls to make, then he’ll take you to see el diablo.” He laughed and shook his head.

Cassidy went up the steps to the front door. She knew Chucho would tell her to come in the kitchen door, but it felt more proper to enter through the front of the house like a guest. “Hello?” she called out as she stepped inside the house. “Chucho?”

“In the kitchen,” he called out. “Come on in and help yourself to coffee. I’ve got one more call to make.”

She walked through the living room and into the kitchen. She froze as soon as she reached the doorway. “What the hell?” she stammered. Javi was sitting at the table next to Chucho.

“Now don’t get mad, Cassidy,” Chucho said. “I’m sorry I lied to you but I needed to get you over here. Javi needs to talk to you and you won’t answer the phone, so we had to do this.”

Javi was fiddling with his coffee cup, clearly nervous. “Sit down,” he said quietly.

“I’ll stand,” she replied, although she did step further into the kitchen and take the cup that Chucho held out. She didn’t want coffee but it helped to have something to do with her hands.

“Look, Cassidy,” Javi began but her attention was diverted when someone else walked into the room. She was tall, with long hair and a curvaceous figure, one that Cassidy recognized. And she was even curvier now, clearly several months pregnant.

Cassidy dropped the cup of coffee, not even pausing as it shattered against the tile floor. She ran blindly for the back door, hardly able to breathe, her legs rubbery and weak. “Cassidy!” Chucho and Javi both called but she forged ahead. She reached the back porch before her legs gave out and she collapsed into a ball on the floorboards, sobbing and whimpering. No wonder Javi wanted to talk to her. He wanted to rub it in her face. He’d not only found another woman, he was having a baby with her. They were probably getting married.

Her throat constricted until she began to panic at her inability to swallow. She felt a hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles, and once she’d calmed down marginally, she glanced over to see the woman kneeling beside her. “It’s okay, Cassidy,” she said calmly. “You’re having a panic attack. You’re going to be okay.”

“Get away from me,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare touch me!” She crumpled even further onto the floor. The last thing she wanted was Javi’s new girlfriend consoling her.

“Hey.” She heard Javi kneel down on her other side. “Don’t talk to her like that.” He laid a hesitant hand on her back, and she shook him off.

“You don’t touch me either,” she said. “And I’ll talk to that bitch anyway I want to.”

“I know you’re upset, Cass,” Javi said evenly, “but that doesn’t give you the right to talk to Monica that way. She’s just trying to help.”

“Cassidy, why are you so mad at me?” Monica asked carefully. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” Cassidy managed to spit out.

“Now, just because I’m Javier’s assistant doesn’t mean I’ll automatically take his side,” Monica went on. “Why don’t you sit up and when you’ve calmed down a bit we can start over again.”

“What the hell?” Another man had joined them on the porch. “I leave for five minutes and you knock Javi’s girl on the ground? Your methods are getting weirder and weirder, Monica.”

“Shut up, Rob,” Monica said. “Cassidy, this asshole is my husband Roberto. Just ignore him.”

“Wait. What? Your husband?” Cassidy was incredibly confused. “Oh, my god, this is worse than I thought.”

Monica helped her sit up. “I don’t understand,” she said. Javi, Chucho and Rob were all kneeling around her, looking just as confused as she was.

“You and Javi … and your husband … whose baby is it?” Cassidy managed to stammer.

“Um, Rob’s of course,” Monica said. “Wait, did you think me and Javi ..?” She started to laugh, then Rob joined in.

“I saw you,” Cassidy insisted. “I saw you in Javi’s apartment. He was smoking on the balcony. You gave him a drink and rubbed his back and took him inside.”

Javi’s brow was furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Rob’s eyes went wide. “Wait, wait, I think I know what happened. Was this right before you left Javi the message breaking up with him?” Cassidy nodded. Rob looked smug. “The night after Andre died. Monica and I took dinner over to Javi’s place so we could make sure he was all right. And he went out on the balcony to smoke and I told Monica to take him a glass of whiskey and she did. And you were there?”

Cassidy could hardly think straight but she nodded. “I was in my truck,” she said flatly. “I’d driven up to talk to Javi and I saw him and I saw her and … I left.” She started crying and folded up, her face pressed against her knees.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Javi said as he slid his arm around her shoulders. “If you’d just talked to me.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t want to,” she said between sobs. “I thought you were cheating on me. You hadn’t been down for weeks, I was already upset because of …” She stopped herself before she blurted out something she didn’t want the others to hear. “I was upset.”

Javi pulled her against him and let her cry. She heard Chucho, Monica, and Rob go back inside. Javi didn’t say anything, he just held her. Once she was out of tears, he gently kissed her forehead. “Do you think you can come inside and hear what we have to say now?”

“We?” she stammered.

“Me and Monica and Rob,” he said softly. “We came down here with a business proposal for you. Well, for you and me. I mean, for you and my department.” He shook his head. “Just come inside and listen.” He helped her to her feet and wiped the lingering tears from her face with his thumbs. “Just hear us out and we’ll go from there.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll listen.”

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They talked for several hours. Javi let Monica and Rob do most of the talking, content just to sit next to Cassidy. She listened attentively and asked a million questions, especially as Rob explained the requirements for forming a nonprofit. “You’ll need a mission statement, which isn’t that hard,” Rob said. “And a board of directors, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll be happy to act as your financial officer, at least to start, and I’m sure we can get one of the High Society Cowgirls on board, which will give you some clout with the city. Maybe even the mayor’s niece but at least one of her friends. They’re all bored housewives looking for good deeds to do while they play with their horses.”

At one point, Chucho slid a plate of turkey sandwiches and a pitcher of sweet tea onto the table. Javi poured a glass for Cassidy and she thanked him shyly, letting her fingers brush against his as she took it from him.

Finally, Monica sat back. “So, do you want to go for it? I know it’s a huge undertaking, and we’re under a bit of a time constraint so we don’t lose funding, but it’s definitely doable.”

Cassidy looked down at the table, chewing lightly on her lower lip. After a long moment, she nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it,” she said.

Rob pumped his fist in the air, which prompted Monica to shake her head and call him a dork. Rob just shrugged. “And now,” he said, pushing back from the table, “I think it’s time for these two,” -- he pointed at Javi and Cassidy -- “to have a nice long talk and patch things up. Because I for one am sick and tired of Javi moping around all the time.” He made a shooing motion with his hands. “Go on, get out of here, go find somewhere to canoodle.”

“Canoodle, really?” Monica said. “Who are you, my grandpa?”

Javi stood up and pulled Cassidy’s chair out for her. As she got up, he couldn’t help letting his hand rest against her back for a second as he steered her toward the door. He let her walk through first and simply followed. She led him away from the house, toward her truck, which was parked in the shade.

“You probably think I’m an idiot,” she said as she unlatched the tailgate and laid it down. She hopped up to sit in the truck bed, her feet dangling over the end of the tailgate. Javi joined her.

“Not at all,” he said. “But I am curious about what triggered the whole thing. You said you were upset about something, and that made you drive to San Antonio to talk to me.” He left it at that, hoping she’d share with him but willing to let it go if she wasn’t ready.

She reached over and took his hand, sliding her fingers between his. It felt right, and Javi relaxed just a bit. She told him about the pregnancy test, her decision, and how she’d been fantasizing about things before she pulled into the parking lot and saw him and Monica on the balcony.

“I probably should have charged up there and confronted you,” she admitted. “But I was just so shattered. I … I was afraid that instead of telling you off and dumping your sorry ass, I’d end up forgiving you.” She played with his fingers. “I overreacted.”

“Not really,” Javi said, leaning back on one elbow while she kept his other hand in her lap. “I’m sure it looked really bad. And I don’t have a stellar record of fidelity.” He huffed. “I probably would have thought the same thing if I was you.”

Cassidy dropped his hand and leaned back next to him, propped up on both elbows. She idly kicked her feet in the air. “I’m sorry I doubted you,” she said softly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make more of an effort,” Javi said.

She shook her head. “No, you made way more of an effort than I did. I didn’t want to give up anything. I wanted my independence, and you, at the same time, and that wasn’t fair to you.”

“Were you really going to rent out your place and move in with me?” he asked.

She smiled. “Yeah. I really was.” She reached over and ruffled his hair. “You need a trim.”

He frowned. Monica had said the same thing last week. Then she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed you, too,” he said. He shifted so he was in a more comfortable position and kissed her back, just a bit more deeply. He felt her sigh and relax against him.

“Are we good?” he asked after a long moment. “I mean, I know you want to go ahead with the move to San Antonio, starting up the nonprofit and all that, but you and me … are we okay?”

“We’re okay,” she said. “We’re good.”

The truck bed wasn’t the most comfortable place for a make out session, but they didn’t care. It was cool in the shade and the twittering of the birds overhead was soothing, so the bits of hay that worked their way inside their clothes and the hard steel ridges digging into their backs and sides weren’t much of a deterrent.

During a moment of rest, Javi smoothed her hair back from her face. “Were you really disappointed that you weren’t pregnant?” he murmured.

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes,” she said, as color filled her cheeks. “I was.” She opened her eyes. “I thought I’d be relieved but … I wanted a future with you, Javi. I still do.”

“We’ll have it,” he said. “I promise.”

[lxspedeza]

because drugs are always a good solution, right? @abyssaldespair

„What do you mean you’re leaving?!” Slender fingers curl around the dealer’s arm, the blonde looks absolutely flabbergasted. It’s her first time purchasing shady stuff, from a shady looking guy in the shadiest little corner of the campus. She’s already glad she made it here without somebody finding out.

Professors were fine, the least of her concern, there’s no mishap on her side that Yamanaka money couldn’t solve. If her friends found out however, that she’s out here buying drugs to repress the immense pressure just for a little while… they would throw a fit, possibly organize an intervention and tail her in every waking minute. Ino loved her friends, but she would rather not listen to Sakura’s drug prevention campaign speech ever again, if it was avoidable.

“You can’t expect me to smoke it alone.” a tug on his sleeve, blue hues accusing. “You didn’t even give me a tutorial brochure, which is just poor costumer service by the way. How do you expect me to know how to take this?! Look at me, Tobi. Do I look like someone who’s rolled a single cigarette before?” Her free hand moves to clasp at her head, painted fingernails digging into the scalp. She looks positively pained, the walls closing in, she struggles to control her quickening breathing. Another tug. “I can’t do this alone. You have to stay with me, okay? You seem tough but you don't want me on your bad side, trust me - so just make a weed cigarette thing and smoke it with me.”

[penhero]

PenHero.com Article

Parker Vacumatic vs. Sheaffer Vacuum-Fil: Sheaffer Wins

An interesting conversation at the 2023 Washington D.C. Pen Show prompted me to revisit this article, originally written in 2003. That year I discovered an undated Sheaffer sales brochure titled, “Fountain Pen Selling Facts: Helpful Information For Retail Salespeople” probably released as early as 1934. Parker got an early start in the vacuum filling game with the release in late 1932 of their new Vacuum Filler, actually the second name used for their new diaphragm filling “sacless” pen which would eventually be called the Vacumatic. Sheaffer was late by a year before offering its own vacuum filler, cautiously offering their new Vacuum-Fil pen as a sub-brand by early 1934. The Vacuum-Fil system was moved to Sheaffer's top Balance pens later that year. But how to compete with the popular Parker Vacumatic? Sheaffer armed their dealers with fact sheets and sales brochures to equip retail sales people to show why that new Sheaffer was better!

Read the story about these interesting pens here:

[renaultsindia]

Comprehensive Guide to Renault Kiger Price: Everything You Need to Know

Introduction to Renault Kiger

Renault Kiger, the latest sensation in the compact SUV segment, has been making waves since its launch. Combining style, performance, and affordability, the Renault Kiger is a standout choice for drivers looking to elevate their driving experience without breaking the bank.

Understanding Renault Kiger Price

When considering Renault Kiger price, it's essential to delve into the details to understand what makes this vehicle a compelling option in its category. Renault Kiger price varies depending on the trim level and optional features chosen. As of the latest updates, Renault Kiger price starts at an attractive base price, making it one of the most competitive options in the market.

Features and Specifications

Engine Performance

The heart of the Renault Kiger is its powerful engine options. It offers a robust yet fuel-efficient engine that delivers exceptional performance on both city roads and highways. Renault Kiger is equipped with a 1.0L turbocharged engine that ensures a smooth and responsive driving experience.

Interior Comfort and Technology

Step inside the Renault Kiger, and you'll be greeted by a well-crafted interior that blends comfort with cutting-edge technology. The cabin boasts premium materials and ergonomic design, ensuring every journey is enjoyable. Technological advancements such as wireless smartphone replication with Android Auto™and Apple CarPlay™, tri-octa LED, auto AC, wireless charger etc. further enhance the driving experience, making the Renault Kiger a tech-savvy choice in its class.

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Safety is paramount in the Renault Kiger, with a comprehensive suite of safety features designed to protect passengers and enhance peace of mind. From advanced airbag systems to hill start assist, electronic stability program, rear seat belt reminder, tyre pressure monitoring system, traction control system etc. every aspect is meticulously engineered to prioritize safety without compromising on style or performance.

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Buying Guide and Financing Options

For prospective buyers interested in purchasing the Renault Kiger, exploring financing options is crucial. Dealerships often offer attractive financing packages and promotional deals that can make owning a Renault Kiger even more affordable. 

Conclusion

The Renault Kiger redefines the compact SUV segment with its blend of style, performance, and affordability. Whether you're drawn to its powerful engine, advanced technology, or comprehensive safety features, the Renault Kiger delivers on all fronts. By understanding the Renault Kiger price and exploring its various features and trim levels, you can make an informed decision that aligns with your driving preferences.

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[dielukedie-subaru]

New 2nd gen. Subaru Legacy books coming my way!

[perfectriders]

Benefits of Yamaha Blue Square Now At Your Service in Bangalore

Yamaha blue square Dealers in Bangalore has opened Blue Square, a concept-driven showroom that incorporates the business’s “racing DNA,” according to the two-wheeler manufacturer. It is governed by Yamaha’s “The Call of the Blue,” a programme that was launched last year and has expanded thanks to two crucial elements: experiences and products. The firm wants to maintain this momentum by redesigning the consumer experience throughout all of its showrooms, aided by aesthetics and an atmosphere supported by Yamaha two-wheelers.

What is Yamaha Blue Square all about?

The phrase “Blue Square” refers to the brand’s history in international races, the “square” alluding to a “one-stop buying junction” and the “blue” to Yamaha’s racing heritage. The purpose of this effort is to provide a communication hub that will enable customers to access a range of information as well as accessories and clothing. The record management interface, which would digitally log all customer records, will be another standout feature.

Customers will also be able to obtain product brochures by scanning the QR codes on the vehicles, among other things. In addition, a cafe will be available for patrons to unwind and converse.

In addition to Blue Streaks, which provides prompt customer service, Yamaha highlighted that it will also arrange touring programmes with a riding advisor.

In keeping with the Yamaha philosophy, Yamaha blue square in Bangalore serves as a one-stop shop for all of the motorcycling requirements of consumers. The Blue Square store was created to give clients access to and an understanding of Yamaha’s racing heritage. Customers can interact with the Yamaha Blue Streaks rider community through the showroom. Customers can interact with other riders who share their interests thanks to the strong network of Yamaha aficionados.

According to the Yamaha philosophy, Blue Square Showroom serves as the customer’s one-stop shop for all of their bicycling needs. Customers may learn about and connect with Yamaha’s racing heritage at the Blue Square showroom. Additionally, the showroom serves as a venue for clients to interact with the Yamaha Blue Streaks rider group. Customers may connect with other like-minded riders thanks to this vibrant network of Yamaha aficionados.

Although it is still in its infancy in our nation, the Blue Square dealer model will soon become the standard for all Yamaha dealerships across the country. Plans are in motion to ensure that all Yamaha dealerships around the country are transformed into Blue Square ones in about three years.

In the future, the business intends to sell all products through a single type of dealership. When Yamaha does introduce its first electric vehicles, they will all be sold in Blue Square dealerships side by side with the current selection of small-capacity two-wheelers.

Yamaha has also stated that digital customer records will be kept at the Yamaha blue square in Bangalore. By scanning the QR codes on the vehicles, buyers would be able to digitally download the pamphlets. With timely communication and personalised marketing, the relationship between the dealer and the consumer will be improved. Yamaha also intends to deploy Dealer Management systems and face-scanning systems in the future for improved communication.

[33bowls]

Come to Earth and bring a camera, the sequel

Come to earth and bring a camera, the brochure said. In fine print on the last page, there was a suggestion: hand wash separately only.

Ok, after chilling out in the peace and quiet of the Moonpod for a while, a few events have transpired. If that sounds a bit far fetched, allow me to explain that for local planet and satellite hopping, an interstellar saucer is not needed. You would be surprised at how much is happening right under your noses. A lot.

Have you ever seen the Earthrise from Luna? Spectacular enough in itself, but when Solar storms occur, and the greenish flickering lights of the Aurora Borealis swirl around the globe a few days later…you have to be there, see the perspective. It's, well, it's…out of this world. Funny how the species misses the obvious beauty, fragility, and uniqueness of their home planet; and continues to make it uninhabitable by burning dead dinosaurs and simmering nuclear firecrackers for energy and being distracted by free energy hucksters while the Solar energy shining on them would make for sustainable paradise without trade-offs. Oh well.

Semi evolved simians, Princess Helium used to sneer. I think they are just young and distract-able. Sure hope they figure out and understand the dynamics of inter-connected-ness or at least basic network and feedback theories soon.

Speaking of the Princess, she decided that if she was going to be stuck there, she might as well do it in style, and put her other-worldly charms to use. Found a Sultan with a lot of gold from burning dead dinosaurs, and rumor has it, he likes sniffing Helium. If exotic-ness is proportional to the distance traveled from home, she is off the charts for this character. She reasoned that if one of the commodities traders does return to pick up the gold so conveniently gathered, she has a better chance of catching a lift if she is in close proximity to it. None of them have any idea what they are in for. That's a story that will write itself.

As to myself, I returned after the chill time on Luna, ended up hanging out at a physics lab, and worked up a few possible, even probable scenarios. Found out a future that may actually work out, with minor nudges to the species. See, the top down system based on leverage and bullshit, while precariously out of equilibrium, can be shifted with very little effort, if one happens to have access to some advanced toys, and knows where to apply the leverage.

Speaking of knowledge and advanced toys, I sneaked into the dry cleaners after hours. With polarizing sunglasses, and a monochromatic polarized light source of just the right wavelength, the invisibility cloak can show up as a very slight shimmer, and, bingo as the species commonly exclaims, I found it, crumpled in a corner. And, eureka, as the species also sometimes exclaims, the keys to the saucer were still snugly in the pocket. I will leave it up to a rent-a-cop to figure out how security footage shows someone entering after hours, but nobody leaving. Snicker snicker.

I decided to not disturb Princess Helium and her Sultan, as they deserved each other in a way, and the stories that would write themselves are going to be quite entertaining.

But as I was preparing to leave, scouting supplies for the journey, fate intervened, and the cosmic card dealer dealt a new card: I met a most wonderful fellow alien traveler with sparkly Starlight in her eyes. A depth of understanding seldom seen in this edge of the Galaxy. Really down to Earth but also totally Cosmic. Her beauty ran deep as the rivers of her soul. She made mirrors gasp in amazement at her stunning natural grace and movement. She laughed at the shadows, smiled at the nuance of similes, reveled in the textures, danced in the light, shaved her legs with Occam's Razor, and did a slow Möbius Strip. She could see right through me, even without the invisibility cloak. We started out rather innocuously, and eventually ended up in a room with a view, the Moonpod, at which point in the story, the curtains close, leaving visible only imagination and a metaphor.

Let's just say that I'm not sniffing Helium anytime in the future, and I'm not in much of a hurry to leave the planet.

[diabolus1exmachina]

Trident Clipper V8 (1 of 39). 

Trident Cars first manufactured sportscars between 1966 and 1974 - it was briefly resurrected in 1976 - and finally ceased production in 1978. And yes, until fairly recently we’d never heard of them either!The car you’re looking at here, the Trident Clipper V8, was originally intended to be a TVR Trident. Designed to head the TVR range at the time, the Blackpool firm’s planning was so advanced it even featured in early TVR brochures and adverts.Powered by the Ford 289 engine, the body was styled by Trevor Fiore, who went on to become Director of Design for Citroen. Performance was impressive with a top speed of 150mph and a 0-60mph of five seconds.One rung lower was the Trident Venturer V6, which uses the Ford three-litre Essex engine sitting in a lengthened Triumph TR6 chassis, a canny choice as it comes complete with coil-spring independent suspension on all four corners and Girling disc brakes at the front.Lacking the performance of the V8 model – a top speed of 120mph and 9.2 seconds to 60mph were the headline figures - it was identical to the V8 model bar the engine and ‘box. Completing the three-model lineup was the TR6-engined Tycoon.

TVR's financial troubles - almost a constant in the firm’s history - led to the Trident project being estranged and Bill Last, a TVR dealer, set up a new company. The agreement that had been thrashed out with TVR allowed for The Trident Company to build and sell the entire Trident range.

In all, Trident manufactured 39 Clippers, 84 Venturers and (unsurprisingly) only 7 Tycoons, making this both one of the rarest and most interesting marques you have possibly never heard of.

[gregdotorg]

There's a whole european racist fantasy element to Andre Heller calling the nail-studded frame he forged a Basquiat Vodou altar. But I don't get into that now. Instead, I just posted the 2016 interview Heller did for the art dealer brochure, where he was selling his forged Basquiat frame for $3 million, and the real Basquiat drawing inside it for $2 million. Because he absolutely and very carefully presented it as by Basquiat, and he only called it a "prank" after his bullshit started to get found out and he scrambled to buy his forgery back so he wouldn't get arrested. And he didn't!

[update: whoops forgot the link. also here is part 1 and part 2 about luna luna being bought by live nation and drake for a fraction of what it's hyped as, the art dealing dynasty involved but almost invisible in the deal, and the private foundation controlled by the family of the employees of the reclusive copper heiress whose 29000 acre quail hunting ranch in san diego enabled them to buy jean michel basquiat's monkey butt circus, respectively.]