Ace-Garageguy

Horsepower is something you can never have too much of, 'cause you can always throttle-back.

Only thing really jumps out at me as missing is Revell's original Stone-Woods-Cook Willys. Not an easy kit, but definitely an icon of the "gasser wars" period.

Cream, Chastain Park Amphitheater, October 28, 1968; front row seats.

Baseball would have been a more attractive career option when I was a kid if salaries way back then had been proportionate to what they are today.

You just made my day.

Things like this often turn out as ungainly messes, but you managed to pull it all together with pleasing proportions. Nice work.

The way things are going, they'll be stars at the SEMA show in not too much longer.

Years from now, it'll be interesting to look back and see how...or if...Western Civilization recovered from the looming death-spiral.

4GC is a 4 bbl. Those would most likely be 2GCs, common tri-power (3X2) carbs.

Still in ATL. Moved one 26 foot truckload to Az. last July, worked out there on the house until early November, have been back in ATL wrapping up business and packing since then. Trying to be finished moving by Christmas. We'll see.

Forum response has been intermittently slow past hour or so, and it just popped up this massage when I tried to open the "irked" thread: [[Template forums/front/topics/topic is throwing an error. This theme may be out of date. Run the support tool in the AdminCP to restore the default theme.]] EDIT: ALSO, many responses are posting in the threads, but are NOT showing in the main topic lists.

Just a thought...a beach ball can be certain death in the hands of the right chimp.

PM'd

Got in a 3 hour hike, and took lotsa late summer photos. Enjoyed that so much, my insanely-inflated-from-this-time-last-year grocery bill didn't even make me too mad...relatively speaking.

Yourself otter be your own best friend.

Green is the color of my true-love's hair...wait...WAIT...WHAT!!!

You lower most model vehicles pretty much the way you'd lower a real one, with some limitations, but everything depends on how low you want to go. Measuring prior to modifying anything is key, so you first need to mock up the thing as it comes...either assemble the suspension dry, or glue it on temporarily with something like white glue or rubber cement...and see how high the frame is off the ground at each end. Then take it back apart, and mock up how high you want it to be (without suspension under it). The difference is how much you'll need to raise the axle centerlines relative to the frame. The front axle can be raised a fair bit by shaving the rear brackets at the rear of the front springs, part #8. The front spring pads can be shaved a little too, and you'll need to shorten the shocks, part #16. to compensate. The rear can be lowered some by shaving material off of the spring mount pads on top of the rear axle, part #15, or if you need a lot of drop, by raising the rear springs, part #14, relative to the frame. Measure everything twice. Work slowly and carefully. Only cut a little at a time, 'cause it's a lot easier to cut more than it is to put plastic back on. Think everything through. Mock up frequently with common-sense engaged. And pay attention to the possibility of the axles hitting the frame as you raise them. Many times, you have to notch frame rails on solid-axle vehicles to get them down as far as you want.

Not "irked" so much as just having a hard time understanding. Some adults have a whole helluva lot to be thankful for, especially in this country, yet they seem to WANT to focus on negativity, and whine almost constantly about what's "wrong" rather than trying to be appreciative of what they have. Sure, it helps to blow off steam sometimes, to complain a little...like right here...but to just stew in misery doesn't make any sense to me. And yeah, there's certainly a lot fubarred in the world. Focusing on it can sap your energy and even your desire to keep on going. Things go bad in our own lives too. Horrible things. There's illness, loss of loved ones, all of that. Life can be cruel. I get it. I've lived long enough to have experienced "tragedy", and sadness I'll carry forever. But I've found over the years that making a conscious effort to count my blessings, so to speak, daily...or whenever I'm having a bad day, goes a long way to alleviate the effects of external stressors. And I have a wide variety of hobbies and interests that create diversions from thinking constantly about problems. So I can't really fathom any tendency to just sit on one's butt feeling sorry for oneself. Worry and whining accomplish absolutely nothing, other than to make worse whatever the source of the unease is, and give it power to ruin your time here. And with every passing day, I'm more aware of how short our time here really is, and that I'd prefer to spend the rest of mine enjoying this beautiful planet, and all the gifts I've been given. Even on the worst of days, there's still plenty to be thankful for...and plenty to DO. Sermon ends.

There is a vacuum in lotsa places where a sense of humor used to be, and it sucks much of the laughter out of the world.

"Preference" is a word that's frowned on in some circles today.

I'm in love. Really.

Eighty-nine is not the loneliest number, according to Mr. Fibonacci.

Just finished mowing my lawn and put everything away when the sky opened up. Perfect timing for a change. Think I'll order a pizza to celebrate.

"Stuff" is what defies categorization into specific "things".