Ace-Garageguy

Radio waves beamed from nefarious players trying to reprogram your brain can be effectively blocked by hats made of tinfoil.

Here's one for youse fellers who might want to build the ultimate what-if stovebolt 6...a Wayne DOHC head. It may or may not have ever run.

Daddy plays the squeeze box.

I'm going to refrain from comment on that very interesting photo until I actually have good info.

That photo has three one-barrel downdraft carbs, not fuel injection.

Punch me and I'll fall down and cry for my mommy.

"Bee to be, or bee not to be?" is the buzzing question in the hive mind.

Not my circus Not my monkey Not my problem ---------------------------------------- Seriously considering adopting this as my personal motto.

"Saint Paul" was what I used to call a friend who was unashamedly and hypocritically holier-than-thou on occasion.

"Stinky" doesn't even begin to describe the joys of working with polyester resin on a large layup in a closed building on a hot, humid day when breathing apparatus and 'boiler suits' are just about mandatory for survival, and the AC breaks down but you have a schedule to maintain.

Numbers are hard?

Sentence after sentence describing my lack of respect for a lot of the garbage that gets hailed as "art" these days, when plugged in to the AI for comment, results in it explaining to me how ignorant I am because I won't ooh and ahh with appreciation for the artistic merit of vomit and used toilet paper on a plate, sealed in clear resin.

73F, clear, 43% humidity, low tonight in the mid 50s. Tomorrow's forecast is sunny with a high of 82, low tomorrow night again in the mid 50s.

'Found objects' are often conglomerated into ugly arrangements of what is essentially trash glued to a board, and labeled oh-so-pretentiously as 'art', requiring neither talent nor skill.

I disagree. No engineer worth his salt builds a car that needs a $20,000 oil change. It's cost-no-object silliness. The "ultimate expression etc. etc." is to me a prototype for LeMans, or an F1 car, or something running 400+ mph at Bonneville...not a jumped up weenie ride that has no real practical use whatsoever and costs the moon and stars to maintain. You may as well have an F104 and not even a private pilot's license. And I wouldn't buy one if I had both Bezos' and Musk's money combined.

Well fellas, y'all can keep 'em. I think they're ugly, too. But I'll gladly let a Singer 911 nest in my garage.

Friendamine went to Bonneville Speed Week this year. No idiots, no posers, nobody doing tard things for internet likes. Just real car guys trying to go fast. Gee. Who wooda thunk.

Here's another young guy with a slightly different perspective:

Yup...

But but but but...muh technology !!!!!!!

"2009" in the post above ends another string of words that IS NOT A SENTENCE, and if it's so difficult, apparently, I can only wonder how an elementary school child is expected to be able to grasp the definition of the one word that encompasses the only rule of this game.

Minutes pass like hours when you're waiting for the results of a biopsy, but it's a good time to reflect on the fact that nobody gets out of here alive... so make the best of whatcha got.

Country living appeals to my preference for privacy, the farther from 'civilization', the better.

FWIW...I've used some Rustoleum and other big-box and hardware-store paints and some no-name el cheapo bargain-store rattlecans for model work, usually for things like engines or particularly bilious colors that you might have seen on a '50s Earl Scheib job, with just fine results, but never ever ever ever without shaking the jello out of them, and testing prior to committing to use. But the reason I'm such a repetitive advocate of testing is because I've had some real disasters, where hours and hours of work were spoiled by using an untested product that was "supposed" to be OK for what I wanted to do.

I don't get it. Why? I can see aspiring to own something like a GT40 or a Porsche 917 or a Ferrari GTO or a McLaren M6, even a Bugatti type 35...but the late-model hyper cars that really aren't about performance anymore but only screaming LOOKIT MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! leave me cold. Maybe it's sour grapes on my part...? Nah. I don't have a problem with people who have money to burn. I just don't understand the need to burn it.