Racer X

Most of them are non running cars given to me over the years. I need to drag them out of the bushes and see if there is anything worth resurrecting.

What's with those Marty Feldman eyes headlights?

When I try to join up I get the 403 error too, left click, right click, new window, my laptop, tablet, phone, desktop. I get a 403 error on another link too, the searchable membership list.

Just had a look on my laptop, and it works, so, stoopit tablet, eh? A nice cross section of rides there. The 69 Camaro is my favorite of the model. Those early Mustangs are also a favorite. I really like the red Ferrari, those old Jags too. Porsches, and Austin Healey, the Chevelle, the Ford pickup . . . . . . . . I wish I could have one of each.

I get an error message when I follow the link. This site can’t be reached The webpage at intent://photos.app.goo.gl/k76JqGTjErk1JcFTA#Intent;package=com.google.android.gms;scheme=https;S.browser_fallback_url=https://photos.google.com/share/AF1QipMKV7RWLFwyvJBkP_WH1Y3eB64P6QPfLNgn1ip6p6lZSssxIw2-dDiHZ7F-9xcqiw%3Fkey%3Dc3RWcTNvckYyR2U4ckFWYlIwN3BWNEptWlFlRENR;end; might be temporarily down or it may have moved permanently to a new web address.

There is only a small gap between the ring gear and the bell housing, not enough to get a mirror through, then the clutch cover behind that. The clutch fork opening gives more access, but is still not really useful. The starter opening gives the best opportunity, two bolts, a nut and a plug. Pull it out and reach a small mirror in, have a look.

You won't get access to much more than the front of the flywheel.

Just over 18 hours to go, and this is at $9,999.99. I'm having a hard time getting my head around an incomplete car getting ten grand at auction. Mrs. Racer 2.0 is watching this feeding frenzy on old, incomplete, rusty Z cars and asking why I don't sell a few of the 14 Z cars that I have.

Lemmings.

Grandad was at his sons house playing wth his grandson in the back garden. The grandson is looking down at something on the grass and grandad asks him what he is looking at. The grandson points to a worm and asks grandad "what's that"? Grandad explains that it is a worm, a very wiggly creature who live underground in a hole. Grandad says to his grandson that it can be very difficult to get the worm back in its hole, but if he can thing of a way to achieve that grandad would give grandson a dollar. Grandson thinks for a minute then runs back into the house. He reappears a couple of minutes later with his mums hairspray, lays the worm out flat on the ground and gives it a good spray. The worm is then stiff and allows the grandson to pick up the stiff worm and slide it back into its hole. Grandad is very impressed and takes a dollar out of his pocket and gives it to grandson. The next day grandad comes round to visit grandson again, and gives him five dollars from grandma....

A golfer, now into his golden years, had a lifelong ambition to play the 17th hole at TPC Sawgrass in Ponte Verde, FL, exactly the way the pros do it. The pros drive the ball out over the water onto the small green that is on a small spit of land. It was something the golfer had tried hundreds of times without success. His ball had always fallen short, into the water. Because of this, he never used a new ball on this particular hole. He always picked out one that had a cut or a nick, as did many other "average" golfers when negotiating very challenging holes. Recently he went to Sawgrass to try again. When he came to the fateful hole, he teed up an old, cut ball as usual, and said a silent prayer. However, before he could hit the ball, a powerful voice from above seemed to be booming out from the clouds, saying: "Wait! Replace that old ball with a brand new one." The golfer complied, with some slight misgivings, despite the fact that this same force seemed to be implying that he was going to finally achieve his lifelong ambition. As he stepped up to the tee once more, the voice came down again: "Wait. Step back. Take a practice swing." So he stepped back and took a practice swing, certain now that this heavenly force was going to make his dream come true. The voice boomed out again: "Take another practice swing." Dutifully, he did. He stopped expectantly and waited. A long silence followed. Then the voice again: "Use the old ball..."

Well I did make the triangular opening larger, moving out to the limits of the block/bell housing mating surfaces, but left the outside looking stock.

I always check the headbolts after running the valve adjustment. Set the torque wrench to the specified torque, and pull on each bolt, following the sequence specified in the manual. Not trying to make them tighter, simply checking that they are all tight. Occasionally one or two will turn a bit, but generally they are OK. Just like rechecking wheel nut torque. Easy, squeezy, no pain, no stain.

Nice work Captain. Way back in 1989, I made one out of aluminium for the race Z. I did it as part of the diet to get the overall weight of the car down. Don't recall the actual weight savings, but it added to the roughly 200 pounds I took off the car. Since I was running a stock class, I painted it black and never fessed up to until now. 🤫😅😅😅😅

(I was going to post this in the joke section, but felt the need for some levity. We need to keep a sense of humor during this thing.)

That's impressive. Is the number scale thousands, tens of thousands?

A man dressed in a suit comes up to the front porch of house juggling a clipboard, some papers, and a briefcase. He knocks on the door and it's answered by a middle-aged man, "Mornin' stranger, what can I do for ya?". "Well sir, I represent Schneller, Barnum, and Holtz. We're paid by private companies to canvas thousands of consumers like yourself for feedback on their products. Today we're soliciting comments on Vaseline petroleum jelly. Would you have time to answer just a couple of questions?" "I don't see how a couple of questions could hurt, fire away young man", says the homeowner. Looking down at his clipboard, the survey-taker asks, "Okay...first, you do use Vaseline, correct?". "Yessir, for as long as I can remember". "Great, now what exactly do you use it for?" replies the survey-taker with his pen poised over his clipboard, ready to record the answer. "Let's see.....we use it for dry skin, chapped lips, and sex." The well-dressed man stops writing abruptly. He looks around, leans forward and in a low voice says "We pride ourselves in being very thorough sir. I know how you'd use Vaseline for dry skin and chapped lips. But would you mind telling me how you use it for sex?". "No problem," the homeowner says in a whisper, "we put it on our bedroom doorknob". The survey-taker gets a strange look on his face and takes a step backwards before the homeowner continues, "It keeps the kids out".

#3230 An American soldier, serving in World War II, had just returned from several weeks of intense action on the German front lines. He had finally been granted R&R and was on a train bound for London. The train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train, looking for an empty seat. The only unoccupied seat was directly adjacent to a well dressed middle aged lady and was being used by her little dog. The war weary soldier asked, "Please, ma'am, may I sit in that seat?" The English woman looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, "You Americans. You are such a rude class of people. Can't you see my Little Fifi is using that seat?" The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but after another trip down to the end of the train, found himself again facing the woman with the dog. Again he asked, "Please, lady. May I sit there? I'm very tired." The English woman wrinkled her nose and snorted, "You Americans! Not only are you rude, you are also arrogant. Imagine!" The soldier didn't say anything else; he leaned over, picked up the little dog, tossed it out the window of the train and sat down in the empty seat. The woman shrieked and railed, and demanded that someone defend her and chastise the soldier. An English gentleman sitting across the aisle spoke up, "You know, sir, you Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You eat holding the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you've thrown the wrong bitch out the window."

Now, with all the oil fracking in North America, there is a glut of oil, and OPEC has to accept some competition on the global oil market.

OK, so you guys don’t like Chinese metal, how about Japanese metal?

I think Elon Musk already did that.

That dude’s got cleavage all the way to his chin!

So sorry for your loss. This thing has touched all of us, to one degree or another. Last spring a coworker where I work died suddenly from this thing. Yesterday I learned that several other coworkers have tested positive, and have been sent home. I have been sent home twice for quarantine due to contact tracing, because of my age (I’m over 60), for 2 weeks last August, and again for 3 days the first week of September. Working for a very large company (150,000 employees worldwide, about 45,000 here in Everett, WA), presents potential for infection every day. I have 10 months to retirement, and hope I can get there without getting this thing. My brother in-law has tested positive, but is asymptomatic, he is also over 60. Be well, and take all the precautions you can to avoid getting infected.