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If you're talking about this, that's a fender vent trim spear, aka "Pitchfork", which is similar to, but not the same as 1958 Chevy Impala convertible rear quarter pitchfork trim spears That isn't a slot on the model fender. That's how the trim is modeled. The Spear mounts flush with the fender skin. That's a job for BMF, a steady hand to paint it or do a lot of fancy-schmancy masking and spray some Alclad.

You did a great job, Richard. That engine compartment is excellent. Colby, I have the convertible also. I'll second what Richard said about the kit. With a little work and detailing, it is a nice kit.

Sure do! Not only did Aurora make model kits, it produced some pretty cool table games like Skittle Pool and Skittle Bowl

Ah, torpedoes! We made those with sawdust, gravel, and a couple of chemicals bought at a chemical supply house. Great in a slingshot. Chemistry class actually taught us something useful. Another thing we used to make was rocket engines. We'd use aluminum cigar tubes (My dad worked for Lane Limited/Dunhill Intl. and brought home plenty of them), punch a hole in the center of the screw-on cap big enough to stick a paper straw through, mix some potassium chlorate and sugar (oxidizer) until it was the consistency of a thick paste, stick the straw into the cigar tube and fill it up with the paste. The hollow section created by the straw will allow the burning gases to escape through the hole in the cap (a simple rocket engine nozzle) and create thrust. Since the straw is made of paper, it'll burn along with the propellant. Screw on the cap and let the paste dry out and harden. once it's dried, insert a 12" long piece of cannon fuse into the straw and seal the end with Elmer's Glue and let that dry. Then, place the tube into an Estes rocket long enough to accommodate it. Set the rocket up on a launcher, light the fuse and watch it go! These homemade rocket engines sent the rockets a whole lot higher than the regular Estes engines.

Hah! I watched it earlier this week.

The only place where they are illegal is New Jersey. So are sparklers. Go figure. Snappers are still available. you can find them in any junk toy store in Chinatown or bodega around here. I have about a dozen boxes in the drawer. Scares the hell out of the rats running around on the subway tracks.

It might have been stupid; but, it sure was a lot of fun! Using a magnifying glass as a death ray and incinerating ants was educational, too.

Hmm......you and your friends must've used the same training manual we did.

There was a huge plastic and vinyl factory, Harte & Co., which took up half a block on two streets in my neighborhood. There were two large ventilation gates on my block which the workers propped open with the large cardboard tubes used to roll up the vinyl sheet. We would drop cherry bombs or M-80s down those tubes. When they rolled onto the floor and. exploded, it echoed through the whole building. It was REALLY loud!

I traded an AMT824/12 '36 Ford Coupe for a sealed Revell H-1374 '55 Chevy and it arrived earlier this afternoon. One of us got over in this deal.

Scott, if you look at the upper left corner of the page, you can "Return to map". There, you can choose any State, Territory, Canadian Province or Armed Forces location:

I was kinda sorta thinking Tarzan, Tonto and Frankenstein

And please, don't say, "Happy Memorial Day!". This is a day of remembrance, reflection and thanks for those who made the ultimate sacrifice in defending this nation.

No need to do that. The exhaust pipe is attached to the end of the header.

Some candy cigarettes had powdered sugar inside the paper wrapper which looked like smoke when you blew on them. The nuns at school would blow a gasket if they caught us with them.

Eva Marie Saint. She played Don Murray's wife, Celia, in one of my favorite films, "Hatful of Rain" and Edie Doyle in "On The Waterfront".

That's why nearly everyone is equipped with Neck, Swivel Mounted, Type I, Class I, NSN 1760-00-427-3385. See your unit supply specialist for further details.

Yeah, like the tires Ray waited four months for were rare subject matter. He wasn't talking about a kit. Just four stinking tires. Maybe the guy cast each individual tread. Your building schedule is what you want it to be. What and how others choose to build kits is their business. If someone chooses to run an assembly line and build 5 or 6 kits simultaneously, that is his choice. Why don't you consider that a person might not have a large stash and is limited to building whatever he has at hand at that particular moment? What do you expect him to do in that circumstance, buy another kit or two to keep himself busy until the caster decides to get up off his fifth point of contact and get around to filling the order because he has some free time in his schedule? Perhaps, that person won't, or can't, do that for a variety of reasons, all of which are more legitimate than the caster's excuse for not filling an order promptly. If they need something for for that particular model, and it's advertised by a caster, it should be delivered within a reasonable time, unless the waiting time is otherwise stated. If it isn't, it better be in the mail yesterday if the guy charged my card today. Unless the caster suddenly dropped dead after an order was placed and paid for, he has no legitimate reason for not taking care of his customer promptly.

I never realized how fast my mom was. She bolted off the sofa and grabbed me by my neck before I even had a chance to react.

Remember loads? You stuck them in the ends of cigarettes and they'd explode. After a school trip to Rye Playland, and the requisite stop at the novelty store, I decided to play a joke on my mom. I boobytrapped an entire pack of her Pall Malls and mixed a couple of packs of foaming sugar in the sugar bowl. Her girlfriend stopped by that day and my mom offered her a smoke. She lit it up, took a drag and BOOM! My mom apologized and said she didn't know what could have caused the explosion. She and her friend both lit up new cigarettes with the same result. My mom went through half the pack. Then, she brought in the coffee. She watched the coffee in her cup start foaming after she put some "sugar" in it. Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty site when I walked into the living room.

That's all they were good for. They tasted like Rolaids.

That's B.S. This is about casting resin parts, not ordering a handmade, solid platinum, 23 jewel timepiece with 100 diamonds embedded in the case. If one runs his business as a hobby, find something else to occupy your free time. The only time you'll hear the excuse that the vendor is doing this as a hobby is when enough people complain about waiting extremely long periods of time for stuff that they already paid for and the vendor was more than quick to bank the money. You know what the maximum range of an excuse is? ZERO! The next sound you hear is the world's smallest violin playing "My Heart Bleeds For You". Your sole obligation as the proprietor of a business is to your customers and to satisfy their orders in a timely manner, not when you feel like casting or machining things. If you can't do that, don't advertise your services and definitely don't take people's money unless you can deliver.

Mike was doing some stream of consciousness comedy, folks. Why, he could be the next biggest thing since Andy Kaufman Souvenirs will be on sale at the bar after each performance. Don't be cheap. We know where you live.

Invest a couple bucks for Mega-Millions and Powerball tickets and keep your fingers crossed. If you hit it, get a bigger place. If the jackpot is large enough, you can buy South Dakota.

Call it a 1970s U.S. V Corps staff car. I knew a couple of people who had Demons when I was stationed in FRG. No copyright or licensing issues. V corps used this insignia well before Chrysler even existed.