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140mph in 1938. That is with one of those ChittyChittyBangBang engines. Think your car would do 140? Could you do 140?

I lifted this video and link from one of the posts on the HAMB.



If you like the looks of this book, follow the link for an excerpt.

http://wediditforlove.com/techtalk18.html


I am sure this book would make an excellent gift, should you be wondering what I might like for Presidents Day or something. It's outta print, so scour your swap meets. If you see it on ebay, don't bid against scottb396.

oohgeez

shit, that is cool

RIP: Pete Possum

It is with a heavy heart that I have to inform you of the passing of one Pete Possum. It seems that Pete passed peacefully, early this morning, of natural causes (perhaps exposure). The discovery was made early today, by KVC. I administered last rights, following coffee and a beer in Pete's honor.

Pete Possum became a regular fixture in the backyard over the past year. In keeping with the particularly private nature of opossum, he maintained a casual distance most of the time. It is believed that Pete may have taken up residence in the pool house (ugly shed) and was often spotted, plodding about the grounds.

It has been reported that Pete Possum relocated from the Pittsburgh/Antioch area. Previously, Pete Possum had pursued education at the Episcopal Opossum Priory, located on the plateau above Pismo Beach, in an effort to become a pastor. His pursuit of this education was said to have come from a brief turn in the penitentiary, due to a police intervention related to an incident involving a large quantity of PCP and a number of opossum prostitutes. Rehabilitated and armed with a new found belief in God, Pete was released into the public pronouncing his love for people and opossum alike.

In both his preachings and in practice, Pete Possum lived his life with dignity, charity and elan.

Plans for a Pete Possum Perpetuity Program are pending.

bitchin bird

I lifted this from KVC's photo album.
The link is fixed, if you click on KVC, down in the links.
There are pics there, in the album.
KVC took them, the pics.



I had some idea for a long winded post about something.
That bird picture seemed a lot more interesting.
I have the rambling thoughts all of the time.

So, I am giving you the bird.
The bird picture.

bigger pics

I had the cars out of the drive to rake up leaves, the sun was out, so I took a couple pictures. These aren't the usual phone pics, they are big and well lit - so you can see things.
Yeah, I know there are dents - and yeah I chose to leave them.

old Bonneville footage

cont'd


some more of this film, into drag racing

glowing cats

Did you here about that Korean guy who whipped up a few glow-in-the-dark cat clones?
How awesome is that?
They glow red even!
Ooh, the cat being cloned acted as the surrogate mother, too!
The guy tweaked some skin gene before implantation and made clone cats that glow red!




I have been working on this plan to take over the world for a number of years now. One of the greatest obstacles, as in any new business venture, has been staffing.
You know, I need to recruit menacing henchmen and goons.
There is the training, payroll and benefits.
It's a huge headache, when I need to be focused on the monorail and the moon base and everything else.


This cat story has me riled up though!
Think of the possibilities!

I can't really say too much, since it would reveal secret parts of the master plan.



Just picture a glow-in-the-dark cat clone army...



That is some bad-ass shit, right?

That is the sort of thing that will put a plan for global dominance over the top.

Fear & Loathing

So, I am a bit of a Hunter Thompson nut. I, on occasion, am convinced that no other writer has approached his expertise in lining up words.
So, anyway, I am also a bit obsessive.

When you put the "Fear & Loathing" bit out there folks automatically revert to Las Vegas. A fine book, sure.
Folks pass right over Fear & Loathing on the Campaign Trail 1972, which to my thinking is far and away a better bit of the HST pantheon.

My obsessive bit has me reading this book as a prelude to every presidential election season. Every four years I read the accounts of the McGovern campaign, possible drug abuse by Ed Muskie, the ghost of Bobby Kennedy and the gloom of a possible win by Nixon.

What does the '72 campaign season have to do with our current political situation, you are rightly thinking. That HST guy was a doped up nut job, might be your discount.

This book still holds truth out in dirty hands. There are quotes and accounts that by changing a few words or names could read from tomorrows newspaper. F&L'72 addresses an election season which bares shocking resemblence to our current situation.

Clairvoyant.
Or history repeating.
Or history unchanged.

Beyond all of that, the book provides a strong reminder that politicians are, generally, grimy dangerous whores - and that in spite our eternal optimism the party machinations will serve up a shit salad to keep the old hacks happy.

remember this?

I was shootin' it with Mr. Ed the other day at work. We were talking about the old wheelyboard things.
I pulled reference to this SMA video out of the back corners of my mind.
This footage is nearly twenty years old. Can that be?

On this day...

...some eight years ago, KVC and I declared our betrothedness in a very real and legally binding way.

So, it turns out that the eighth anniversary is the bronze anniversary. According to those lists of traditional anniversary gifts, bronze. Which, I guess means you get weird sculptures of cowboys riding horses, or whales swimming, or used third place medals?

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I loaned the hoist to the crazy neighbor, to keep myself from doing this every three days. It has been a bit since I piled all the parts together and stared at them, though.

I think heaping it all together and such may have shook a windshield idea out of my head. Sort of a cowling/windshield thing that combines two our three ideas I have been pondering separately. I need to maybe just make it, to explain it.

alternator squeeze

That'll never work. I mean it fits there, but it just fits, no adjustment.
I'm working on it...

Finally, some political action...

What with the two or three hundred "major candidates" battling in this two party dumptruck race to America's doom, it seems like it is about time for some real old fashioned politicking. Finally, some action.

Some good money laundering sorta allegations. The traditional name-calling getting warmed up. A bonus wack job taping some road flares to the chest in a bid to influence American politics.
Well, the last one really picks it up a bit, doesn't it?

This race needs some real action.

No candidate from either party has really stepped up to do some krazy talkin' which has me a bit bummed.
Sure, Barack and John have gotten out on that edge a bit. That is to be expected, though. They are bound to.

I am kind of hoping that Big Fred Thompson is the guy who gets all wiggy this go around, personally. He seems mentally vacant and morally vapid enough to really get cranked up for one or two primaries, only to slide into a decline of prescription drug propped neo-con freak talk about how we're all going to hell if he isn't elected.

The Dirtbombs

If you don't already have a look.