#experimental cars

[misforgotten2]

Everybody thought they had a better idea.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Porsche 917/20 "Pink Pig," 1971. A one-off prototype created by Porsche in collaboration with French aerodynamics specialist SERA (Société d’Études et de Réalisations Automobiles), designed by Robert Choulet. As well as its wider track, the 917/20 was designed to combine the strengths of the 917K (short tail) and 917LH (long tail) models in order to reduce drag and improve aerodynamics. The result was a vehicle with an unusually wide and rounded body. The front lip was short and stubby and reminded some of the snout of a pig. It debuted at the 24 Hours of Le Mans test race in April 1971, and went on to the main 24 Hours of Le Mans race which it failed to finish after a brake failure. It never raced again but the car's extraordinary livery has lived on, being used on a Porsche 911 RSR at the 2018 24h of Le Mans – which won the GTE Pro category

[coolthingsguyslike]

[sh309]

He wasn't my best friend, I was his. I don't have friends.

[sparkchemy]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 2 - Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Artemy's dumb 16yo self on his first day in the Capital not looking both ways because there are no cars in Town-on-Gorkhon. Lucky for him, there was a kind bystander nearby...

(I will make these prompts work, just watch me xD)

@whumperless-whump-event

[crechurechaos]

i am so normal about themg 👍👍

bonus (helfp i keep laughing at thism, i need sleep so bad)

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1932 E-1 Cord Experimental Limousine

After only having been driven 779 miles, the stock market crash ended the plans for putting the big limo into production and it was dismantled. Paul Bryant saw the body in a barn near Plato Center, Ill. It had no engine, no fenders, and no grille shell. Paul searched for and found the missing parts and painstakingly reassembled this magnificent auto.

[daredevil-vagabond]

Logic, ethics, empathy, don't resonate. I'll live freely - Atashi, Syudou

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Elephant (Alan Clarke, 1989)

[mavxion]

i hope that you find someone who loves you very much

[thisbarbiereallylikesbirds]

Who is the second biological parent of the kids? Like the first is obviously splinter but who is the second? Or are they biologically engineered so they don't really have second? And your au is fun to read

First of all, thank you I'm very glad that you like the au :) :) :)

As for your questions, it's honestly something that I've asked myself several times and struggled to find an answer for that I like.

The main issue is that most of my human aus are more "human" aus since the boys technically are still turtles, they just wear cloaking broaches and as a result grow up thinking that they're humans. This isn't the case in this au, they straight up are just regular humans.

So the lack of magic/alchemy plus the fact that Draxum is unable to do unethical experiments on anyone since he is granted legal custody of the kids kinda makes things difficult.

All that being said, here is my current lore for how the boys came to be (keep in mind that this might change in the future).

TW: mentions of a car wreck and the injuries coming from that, depression, human experimentation

Back in the late 90's after breaking up with his long term girlfriend, Lou Jitsu was in a pretty serious car wreck. It left him with some scarring, a pretty serious back injury, and chronic pain. As a result, he retired from acting. He lived off of the money he'd made from the last Lou Jitsu movie but eventually it became clear that he'd need to get another job. So, when he was contacted by a scientist offering him a shocking amount of money to participate in some genetic testing, he was more than happy to accept.

Little did he know, the DNA samples he provided were actually mixed with Draxum's DNA to create what would hopefully be perfect little super soldiers. After finding this out he pulled both him and his new sons out of the experiment. Eventually the experiment was shut down due to lack of subjects to work on.

Draxum, of course, was frustrated and decided that the best course of revenge for ruining his perfect experiment would be to get shared custody of the boys (a choice that totally won't backfire).

Most of this isn't too relevant to the au though as it's mostly just the boys messing around being adorable.

Thank you for asking!!

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Ford Thunderbird PSV-102, 1955. An experimental first generation Thunderbird fitted with a Boeing gas turbine engine. Accounting for inflation, $188,000 in 1955 is worth $2,159,859 in 2024 so that was quite an investment

[detroitlib]

View of a 1955 GMC L'Universelle experimental truck. Label on back: "Among the galaxy of experimental cars at the General Motors Powerama in Chicago will be this GMC 'dream truck' L'Universelle, which has created a sensation at public showings since its introduction in January. Although still in the 'show truck' category, plans are being made to put the revolutionary new vehicle into production. From: GMC Truck & Coach Division. Pontiac, Michigan." Handwritten on back: "Concept dream truck. L'Universelle, 1955."

National Automotive History Collection, Detroit Public Library

[meme-merchant]

Barack not playing 2day

[jacksprostate]

Before Project Mayhem, before fight club, before Marla, before Tyler — there is still one sad sack of shit.

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The hard part about work trips isn't making the plane or seeing another family of five burnt into their leather seats. It's missing support groups.

See, if you're lucky, the company will send you out to a major city. Cities are great. A little advanced work to find a slightly below average church or library, you're set each night you're there.

It's a bit of novelty, getting to be a new face all at once. People assume you've just been diagnosed. It's never the failed treatments, the degradation of their life and everyone in it, the continuous experience of knowingly dying — none of those things are the worst thing that happens to you.

It's finding out they will.

So people cry. They crowd around, I sob like I've been told I've got stage four colon cancer and three weeks to live. We all cry. I sleep soundly on the plane back or in the nice, four star hotel my company provides me.

Flying out to a small town, though. I'll be awake enough to be hallucinating by the time I get back for Remaining Men Together. The only mercy is that the next time I show for all the groups I missed, I can see who thought I died. I get to be resurrected.

The other part about small towns, you have to take a second, shitter plane to a local airfield, or you have to take a rental car. One of the most popular rental cars available right now, it'll light itself on fire if you use the cruise control at the wrong time. I know this because I sat next to another guy with my job, who worked for a different company, and he said I'll show you mine if you show me yours. So I told him about the faulty airbags, and he told me about the overheating switch.

I prefer to avoid driving.

All the rental place at the airport has left for me, it's one of those flaming cars. I use cruise control. If I don't, one of my narcoleptic spells will send me into the Jersey barrier.

When you drive into these small towns, you have to try to pay attention, or you'll end up a county over talking about the wrong wreck. They're otherwise interchangeable, but the miles on your rental car won't line up and those are the type of records that might get pulled out when the company is finally sued for the big one ten years down the line.

As a result, I see the same decor on the way in every time. Meth lab. Abandoned homes. Garbage fire. Classic Americana. There is no four star hotel here; I sleep the same.

The only reason I've been brought out here is because the poor shithead who drove his truck into the ditch drunk was driving my company's flagship vehicle. It loses power steering if the car jostles the right way going above 55 miles per hour. I've been told to keep track of potential incidents and make sure the company can firmly claim it's not at fault.

We've had this problem for decades, and we will for many more. Sometimes, everything is falling apart.

The job is simple, and I only get tempted by the town's blatant opioid addiction for a day and night. Painkillers would probably make me sleep. The thing about being a recall campaign organizer, though, is like recognizes like. It's not only other Compliance and Liability guys who tell you company secrets while sharing the aisle in business class.

When I'm finally back in my own town, after my own support groups, after crying my eyes out into Bob's meaty middle — I pick up my mail. There's the newest IKEA magazine. Half of it looks like shit. The type of thing you'd only see in some curated art deco, modernist, post-modern traditionalist bohemian minimalist apartment.

I have to have it.

I go to sleep, hard, like God himself tucked me in. I sleep with my wallet net four hundred heavier, because even an IKEA spree tends not to outweigh a work trip. I sleep, with my called in IKEA goods only two short weeks away, my job well done, and I know, my life is complete.

[apotheoseity]

A pain star has entered your house, but what are you going to do about it? Are you going to touch it? It only happens once every thousand years, maybe even two thousand years. And how long is a year, really?