Harold

Yeah, Jeremy loves to shred tires, doesn't he? The episode I saw last night, the rear tires on his Mercedes were scrap after 35 miles of sideways driving.

A Reliant Robin a' la Top Gear. Before the whole thing slammed into the English countryside.

I think of Nikki every time I run my Formula GT (on GT4) through Bergwerk. Gives me the chills.

Is it just me, or would a grille like that look great on a '49 Ford? That Toyopet is a charming design- almost like a 1/8 scale Buick. I like...

Seriously, who would've thought it would be this easy?

Looks great, Gregg. The engine compartment an chassis alone are worth not going with the old annual kit. Trumpeter seems to be getting a little better with each kit, and I'll definitely get this and the Ranchero when financial conditions warrant.

Nope. You ain't crazy. I have a collection of '97- 2000 Ford F150's. From all the variants, I've been able to kitbash them into other avaiable body styles and drivetrain types.

If that thing pulled up next to me at the light, I'd just hand over my title...

If I remember correctly, we had a war oh, about 235 years ago to get rid of the monarchy....nice car, though (but seeing as its a British car, they're probably pulling the Royal Repair Shop behind them).

Jensen Interceptor Facel Vega Austin- Healey Sprite '56 Borgward Isabella

Nailed it- 48 of 48.

Chuck, I grew up in Lapeer county, and we had a few vehicles running around like that when I was a kid. One in particular I remember was a '56 Olds 88. The car had been hit in back, so the owner lopped it off at the b post and made a bulkhead out of plywood and a piece of glass.He then mad a stake bed for the thing. It looked pretty sweet.

I always knew Bill Hines was a character, I just didn't realize he was a caricature .

So I topped the tank off yesterday. I'd gone 189.4 miles and used 8.5 gallons of gas. This was mostly city driving this time with a few quick bursts on the freeway (maybe 20 miles tops). I do tend to have a heavy foot, and I'm ususally the first one away from the light (see you, you non- driving, cell- phone talking bozos). Since my car is a '96, what are the EPA numbers for the 3.1 for that year? I do know one thing- that K&N filter was the best picture of Grant I ever spent on a car part.

So you don't need my bank account numbers to unlock the 30 million that was frozen when you were deposed as the President of O'Hare?

I cannot wait to see this one done. Plus, you're a big man for taking constructive critcism in such a humble manner .

Studebaker Hawks (especially the '56 with the 352 from the Clipper, and the '57 with a Paxton blower on the Stude engine), most '50's and '60's cars, a few from the '70's (the Lost Decade of Automobiledom), any T- Bird from '83- '96, Mustangs, the real classics (Marmon, Cord, Deusenberg), the Pierce Silver Arrow show car from '33 (look, Ma, no running boards and a flow- through fenderline), most of the Fox Fords (T-Bird, Cougar, Continental sedan (love the one I used to have) and Mark VII, '88- '96 GM W- bodies (I put my money where my mouth is and bought my Grand Prix- no regrets) and orphan autos. This is just the top of my list- I could continue for days

Looks like somebody's been to Dean's . I'll agree with you on the ARII Thunderbird. I love AMT's '57 Chrysler, but it was a bit of a monster to build. I put it aside for a few years, and this winter I finished it. The exhaust was insane, and gettin the interior/floorpan assembly to fit inside the body was a two- day affair of carving, epoxying, unepoxying, repositioning the windows four or five times, and a lot of swearing. I was never able to resolve the floorpan issue (about 1/16" of the rocker on the floorpan was showing, so I marked it off and attacked it with a sanding drum in my Dremel. Nice car, but man, it were a monster.

I dunno- a 400 mile cruise into south-central Ohio would do it. Most of the energy is used to get a car rolling. On a run like that, at a steady 70 mph, with one stop at a rest area, it would be possible. Just send me money for two tanks of gas (there and back, you understand) and I'll post the results .

A lead sled hearse. Maybe extend the fron 3 scale inches and alter the front to look like the 49- 51 Lincoln (essentially the same car).

Here's what I've been working on for the last few weeks. I had purchased both of these this year, and thought it would be fun to compare the changes between the '69 Hurst Olds and the '72 Cutlass from Revell. When I started, I laid down a few ground rules. The only changes could be wheels, tires and removing emblems and door handles. I wanted to just have a break from my 'concept album' approach to building (and yes, the Packard is coming along, second try, based on the Edsel). The '69 has held up quite well. The joints between the rocker, door and fender are nice touches that show the people in charge of the project really cared. The engine and chassis have good detail, though there are a few glitches. More on that later. The Revell '72 has benefitted from twenty years of injection molding technology, and the details were sweated so bad that Old Spice stock actually tripled at the height of the financial meltdown. That's it for this installment. Bon soir.

Not at all. She was a good person and I still cared about her.

Incredible work. Incredible work. Oh, and did I say incredible work?

Looking good, Clay. I like the wheel and tire combo and the brakes. I see it with a Black Cherry flip- flop sitting under the street lights....the brown one in my sig started as a Lightning.

Last year, my ex contacted me about our daughter's upcoming wedding. I was apprehensive. I hadn't seen her in five years, and I was pleasantly surprised. She'd beaten her addiction to crack and was really putting her life back together. I saw that she had beaten it- her home had real possessions in it and she had a different outlook on life. Fast forward to February- she goes in to the hospital for a minor operation on her foot. She had a bad reaction to the anesthetic, so instead of keeping her there under observation, they loaded her up in a cab and sent her home. Her roommate said she had no clue where she was or what was going on. He got her inside to the couch, where she fell asleep and died (less than a month before her 44th). I see that rotten meat market outside my window, and sometimes I wish I had a rocket launcher. Makes a man wonder about the wisdom of changing your life.