#wide car

[rootbeercarguy]

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Mercedes-Benz 500 SEC AMG 5.4 'Wide-Body,' 1984. From the era when AMG was an independent tuner, a C126 series with its 5.0 litre V8 bored out to 5.4 litres by the engineers at Affalterbach, increasing output to 310bhp. The Bruno Sacco styled 500SEC has also been subtly modified with wider front and rear guards. The car pictured sold at auction in 2019 for €161,000

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[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[nelc]

Double-Wide Limousine by Jay Ohrberg

[demoralised]

[mushtoons]

guess who got hit by a semi truck...

[cryscendo]

he loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!

glee episode 5.01 “love love love” with pantone colors (insp)

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo | 📍 bahrain international circuit, testing day one | 📸 rudy carezzevoli

[dancingshoess]

ig stories: scummyman

[uncanny-tranny]

I love when people complain about dangerous drivers because... there are some dangerous drivers out there! However, the solution isn't, like, a surveillance state. The solution can be found (in part) in actually investing in free public transportation and a variety of transportation. The fact that we often live in a very hostile world for pedestrians and non-motorists is a travesty, and helps contribute to the mess that is driving.

You don't need to ban certain people from being able to drive. You need to pressure your local and state governments to actually invest in trains, buses, trams, taxis, public bicycles, well-maintained sidewalks and trails, and whatever may be best for your community. Banning certain people from driving isn't going to effectively keep drivers safe.

[russellius]

June 14th, 2024, Monaco | via

[astronicht]

i loved the sort of gritty but beautiful realism of tavullia radio + was seeing your marc and alex siblinghood thoughts earlier today, and i was wondering if you had any thought about how you would explore the brothers marquez dynamic or any moment between them in the tavullia radio universe or like, in that style...

Thank youuuu <3 <3 More tavullia radio! I love this verse haha. Follows directly from here, but can be read alone. CW for some nausea i guess.

“No, I don’t know,” Marc says into the phone. He is drinking a warm cola because some old man seems to have once told Valentino that that is good for an upset stomach. “Do they have Buscapidol here?”

“Hold on, I’ll look it up,” Alex says down the line, fuzzy through his shit airpods. They’re not facetiming because Marc has had enough being looked at today. The ranch on a silent Sunday is a strange place to be ill. The ranch building itself, the old farmhouse part, is homey, but if you go out into the repurposed barn it’s all white linoleum and rows of bikes, stacks of merchandise, receipts on the floor of the shipping station.

“I don’t think so,” Alex is saying apologetically. “But I guess it’s just peppermint oil. Does he have peppermint oil?”

“I don’t know. It’s Sunday, is anything even open here?”

“You’re thinking of Austria. The pharmacy should be open, just limited hours,” Alex said. “Maybe you can just order Buscapidol, like, overnight it?”

Marc burped.

“Gross,” Alex added.

“It’s just the cola making me burp,” Marc complained. “He gave me warm cola.”

Alex seemed to pause. There was shuffling on the other end of the line, and the sound of Alex closing their medicine cabinet, where he had been reading off names of things because Marc couldn’t remember what he usually wanted: Toshedra syrup, Diarfin Flas, Voltadol — no, it’s the dressing, Marc — Cola de Caballo, Ibudol, three different types of Dolovanz Forte next to the prescriptions.

“Cola?” he said, “Like soda?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it helping?”

“Yeah,” Marc said thoughtfully, and burped again.

“I’ll start burping at you too,” Alex threatened.

“Hey, I’m sick,” Marc said.

“Is it….”

“It’s okay, yeah. It’s really quiet here when no one is around. Or—no, someone’s in the yard, I think. Looks like Franky?”

He leans forward and squints out the window. The movement doesn’t throw him back into nausea, which is very nice.

“Are you outside?” Alex asks, surprised.

“No, the living room. There’s a fireplace.” He’d been worried that the smell would set him off, but the cola seems to be helping with that too. “Want me to say hi to Franky for you?”

He hears Alex swallow. “Nah, don’t get up,” he says. “Where is he?”

“Franky?”

“No.”

Marc leans back on the sofa, sighs, eyes closed. “I told him I wanted an hour in the quiet. He gave me the house for it, I guess.”

Alex almost laughs, though Marc's not sure at which part. Small win.

“You know, this was a pretty weird call to get,” Alex says, not bothering to be very faux-casual about it.

“Uh huh,” Marc grunts, pretty sure where this is going. He looks out the window again. Franky is pulling along one of the training bikes, gesturing at something that is wrong with it. Maybe the front suspension. Presumably, around the windy corner of the house is Valentino, talking back. The house is quiet, settling. For a room designed to cater to something like forty teenage boys, this corner sofa by the fireplace is pretty nice.

“Because I thought you were still doing filming in—”

“Yes, yes, I just came for a few days. I was supposed to fly back tonight.”

A pause. It’s a relief, actually, to clear the air a little.

“Ask at the pharmacy if they have any peppermint drops or whatever. That’s all Buscapidol is,” Alex tells him. He is not exactly forgiven.

“It’s not the same,” Marc says, listening to Alex wander through rooms of their house, shutting doors.

“Better yet, tell him to go get it,” Alex says. “And when you get back, open your mail, Jesus—” the sound of scattered packages on the kitchen island. “Yeah, once he’s done giving you cola and the house or whatever.”

“Yes, yes,” Marc says, laughing. He doesn’t feel so good. Probably time to go hide in Valentino’s bathroom again. “Okay, I should go.”

“Okay,” Alex says, “Okay, okay—don’t forget about the mail.” The call cuts.

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[arcadebroke]

[demoralised]

BMW 2002

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Geiger Corvette Umbau II, 1988. The German coachbuilder's version of the C4 Corvette