Ace-Garageguy

Oh man, I remember those horrible things. If you wanted to open panels using one, you had to have 2 kits, because there was NO WAY you'd get a panel open without destroying either it or the panel next to it. I remember trying to use thread to "saw" panels out too. More control, but took forever and still wasn't great until you'd practiced for weeks (pretty funny that spllellchick doesn't recognize "saw" as a verb; that tells you a lot about modern culture right there). Then the old standby "the back of a #11 blade", which some people still try to use...and still end up with 2" scale door gaps.

Life with a neurotic narcissist can make you wonder just exactly how you got yourself in that position.

Here's a little bit, as recent as 2022...

You really couldn't make up some of the stuff that's going on in the world, hence the expression "stranger than fiction".

Looks to me like a whole lotta fun, but I know zero about it. Glad you brought this up.

Home is where the model bench and stash are.

Cavewomen probably smelled pretty ripe, but if they all looked like Racquel, I could suffer through a little olfactory discomfort.

I pretty much never make new-years resolutions, 'cause I learned I just don't keep 'em. HOWEVER...I've been losing range of motion and having a lot more joint pain and muscle cramps than I can enjoy (yeah, pain reminds you you're still alive, but enough is enough), so after some research I've started a DAILY targeted stretching routine as of Jan. 1. And it's working. The results are so positive after even such a short time, I'll definitely be sticking with it.

Maintenance of old codger bodies is at least as important as it is for cars, but lotsa folks would rather just complain about things rusting up and going to hades than do anything about it.

DELETE DUMB OLD GEEZER DOUBLE POST

Man...lookit that front camber. Maybe the first "stanced" car on the planet.

All the above, but as I was a railroad modeler and slot-car builder too, I was aware of a lot of things the majority of car modelers apparently weren't...like small number drills and pin-vises, basswood for more scale-appearing bed stakes and slats without fuzz, NBW (nut-bolt-washer) details, etc. etc. The slot-car guys routinely rewound their motors, and I borrowed their small diameter wire for plugs, etc. EDIT: Learned to solder brass tube for slotcar chassis too. Probably lucky to have been close to real hobby shops within walking or biking distance before I could drive, and seeing what the older guys could do. I tried styrene shapes and sheet fairly early (turned on to it by model railroader mags again), for things like de-blobularizing one-piece chassis, even built a monocoque slot car that was so light it out-accelerated everything, but went flying off the track when the nose lifted, destroying itself completely. I was never a good brush-painter, tried Pactra and Testors rattlecans with mixed results (only one I was actually proud of was a black enamel job on an AMT T-tub hot-rod), fell in love with AMT lacquers after finding I could consistently turn out decent paint jobs with their stuff. Last model I built before quitting for decades, in about 1969, was an altered-wheelbase flip-nose '55 Nomad with a Ford teardrop-style hood blister, painted with hardware store rattlecan flourescent orange, misted all over with silver.

Teenager brains, geez; I had one for years and it wasn't that impressive a piece of equipment.

For he's an exhausted fellow...for he's an exhausted fellow...for he's an exhausted fellow...which nobody can deny.

Brake fluid occasionally makes old plastic brittle and crumbly. I'd guess that's what happened here.

Did anybody get the number of the bus that hits me every night in my sleep?

Random word airplane soapy going blue makes hippopotamus conjugate.

Flywheels are fitted to flies after nasty little kids pull their wings off.

Eraser in that context is almost as lame as the escargot joke about the snail's performance in motorsports.

1947 was just a little before my time.

Static or not, drive-in movies probably got watched about as much as articles got read in Playboy.

NWS radar shows an area of snowfall between Huntsville and Chattanooga, and it appears to be heading this way. C'mon, baby. I haven't had a snow day for several years.

Leather jackets give everyone that tough-guy vibe.

Man, this is cool.

Day-to-day drivers can be bland, heavy, overcomplicated mommy rides, or light, simple, fun, tossable sporty cars, and I prefer the latter.