Ace-Garageguy

Myself has discovered that a high percentage of those who harp on "communication" have very little to say beyond mindless gossip and self-interest, and religiously avoid any topics that require thought or knowledge of much of anything beyond consumerism and celebrity worship.

"Confused" is what several women have told me they were, and looking back I'd have to agree with them; make up your mind and don't waste my time.

Fins on 1950s cars were more for fashion than function.

Needed a day off from world events, personal BS piled high and deep, and work...so I went out for breakfast, then to the ACME meeting. Showed an in-progress model I've posted on this board and introduced a fiberglass technique those guys hadn't seen previously. What a nice bunch they are. Came home with 4 decent rebuilders (3 of my favorite kits and one forlorn '34 Rolls nobody else wanted) for $20 too. I finally figured out where that extra resin Merlin I have is going... Far as the other rebuilders go, the little Revell pickup wants to look something like this but with a mild chop... The '36 Ford 5-window has its heart set on this look... And the '48 Ford really wants to be a gasser...

Meow, James Meow...

Thanks. I need a couple.

Platforms of the sneaker variety are not at the top of my list for visually appealing footwear.

As I tend to have multiple builds going and let projects go dormant for a long time, I have quite often had to refer to my WIPs here to jog my memory.

The issues come and go for no apparent reason from my perspective, but performance is definitely different depending on what browser and ISP and privacy settings I use..

You might want to take some time to stock up on emergency water, non-perishable food, check your emergency generator if you have one...and get fresh gas for it.

Sunny and 75F, heading for 92. Forecast later in the week to go to 98 or 99F, which means it'll be over 100 in both shops by mid-afternoon, as neither of them have cross-ventilation. Need to get in to work much earlier than usual...

When I had a Lotus 7, a sub-1000 pound car, I took my new girlfriend for a fast ride. Her ex had a Kawasaki 900, and she wasn't worried. BUT...her additional exquisitely arranged 120 pounds threw the tiny car's handling off so much I ended up spinning it on a road I was intimately familiar with. Exceed the coefficient of friction of the tire contact patches and find out. Physics, ya know?

"Love" is sometimes just self-serving lies, deceit, and grasping for power and control of another human being.

Definitely notes, especially on anything with complex or involved modifications, or anything that requires historical or technical research. Very often drawings or sketches too...

Hand me that chrome left-handed framislator wrench.

Pretty good day overall, but my left hip is quite unusually painful. Definitely got the old grampaw walk going on. Ah well. Take some ibuprofen and get on with it.

Went to the shop early in the cool, got an unpleasant fiberglass-grinding job done on the DeLorean in preparation for mounting the custom instrument panel, pumped up tires on all my cars, put an air filter in the '89 GMC (hauled a load of trash to the shop in her too), worked until it was just too hot and miserable for a Saturday. Came home, had half a sandwich, fixing to go out and rake more pine straw off of the concrete drive (it's relatively cool here under the trees) which should take an hour or two and burn off some lard. Then maybe, just MAYBE, after a nice cool shower I just MIGHT actually work on a model.

"Halt; who goes there?" is a sentence within a sentence in this sentence.

"Pleasant dreams, little one" said the slavering monster from under the bed.

Cross ram, definitely. The short stacks look good, but I think they'd work better visually in an older car ('30s-'40s-early '50s) with a smaller engine bay. The cross ram setup fills that gaping hole nicely, and suggests way-beyond-serious horsepower. If you're going for a Ridler-contender look, it's the cross ram.

Well, it's not Borgward anyway.

Weather is whether or not there's something inclement.

Really cool. Another one of those technology-augmented vintage gloobomb reworks.

Another of life's most aggravating frustrations is dealing with women who actually mean "you need to center your life around me and forget about your own aspirations, goals, and sense of ethics" when they say "I love you". EDIT: I thought when I hit geezer status I wouldn't have this kind of problem anymore. Well sporty, guess again.

I read a lot of sci fi to unwind in the evenings. Currently alternating between Iain M. Banks' "Culture" series and the ancient "Bolo" series originated by Keith Laumer. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture_series https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolo_universe