Ace-Garageguy

"Dumpster fire" is a phrase appropriate to describe several recent events.

It's a little late now, but those cars really stood up on tippy-toe in reality, and the wheels are 18" rather than the kit's 15-inchers. So, ummmm...so much for "stock". The other major problem with ALL the AMT '32 body shells is the height at the cowl. Here's how you fix it.

Yup.

Eggs are one of the best sources of high-quality protein, and make up part of a healthy breakfast that won't leave you carb-crashing in an hour or two like cereal, especially sugar-laden cereal.

"Behind" is where I'm usually running.

"Groupies" sounds like a kind of fish, and the fish may be smarter.

Wait 'til they do it to your car...or anything else that's "web connected".

Working on the deteriorating leaky roof to get it patched long enough for me to finish up my business and make like a tree. Thunderstorm coming in now, and I don't feel like playing amateur lightning-rod. Guess I'm done for the day.

Easy kinda sorta maybe. PM'd.

Just found this...a flamethrower drone. Now THAT'S cool.

You need a flamethrower. Guaranteed effective against most flying insects.

Cream in my coffee makes a pleasant occasional change from black.

I can't much stand most of 'em, can stand a few in very small doses. The ones I like best are Sarah-n-Tuned's builds of her own cars. She's an ex-military aircraft mechanic, knows how to do most stuff right, sweats the details as obsessively as I do...though she sweats different stuff...and is really funny in an offbeat way. She also is kinda cute, and has quite a following of simps.

Evidence might be plentiful, verifiable, and unimpeachable, yet may still be casually denied by those with extra-special brain function.

"Patrón" is a way to refer to a male leader, boss, or employer in Spanish.

"Around heah" said the greasy-haired toothless potbellied bartender in the stinking sweat-stained shirt "we don' like your kind".

"Together, we can do this" usually means (in my experience) "you do all the work and I'll take all the credit".

Hands are pretty amazing tools.

Yup, absolutely positively the Monogram 1/8 scale "Big Deuce". I have several. Here's a build thread on one of 'em.

Beautiful. Really.

Last week another NIB/NOS HO-scale steam locomotive, this time a Bachmann 2-8-0 in Reading livery that I think dates back several decades. These are quite nice-running, and the valve gear action looks very good too. Like a lot of this older semi- "toy train" rolling stock, with some careful detailing and weathering and a little "tuning", they can look and run as good as modern models costing many times more, and adding DCC isn't particularly difficult I went back to the flea market and snagged another big box of unloved, damaged, parts-missing interesting freight cars really cheap. Filling a freight yard these days can run into some serious money, with modern ready-to-run cars and kits costing anywhere from $25 to almost $100 each. But what I buy at the flea markets, usually only needing a truck or a wheelset or a coupler or other minor repairs (plus weathering) costs me on average $4 each. The shot above from 1962 is dead in the era I'll be modeling, and shows a mix of freight cars built over several decades: mostly boxcars and covered hoppers, but also open hoppers, gondolas, tank cars, etc. The mix of cars in a yard is determined by the local industries a railroad serves, as well as what kind of commodities move through it from one part of the country to the other. Anyway, to fill a freight yard to realistically represent the kind of activity shown above, the expense would be staggering using only current issue cars and kits. But at what I've been paying, though still not exactly cheap, it's doable. And the older broken stuff is generally within the time frame I want to model, too. Plus, just as with my car modeling, I seem to prefer bringing something back from almost-trash instead of buying shiny-new.

Interiors of ponies like lungs and intestines aren't anything I'd want in my car, because they draw flies.

Seligman through Oatman, Az. is a great stretch of Rt. 66.

Diseases of the soul can be cured...sometimes.

"Show me the mommies" said the fella who found younger mature women particularly attractive.