Sunday, January 31, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
1.hike my pants over my hip bones
2.wear white knee high socks
3.drive a liver spot brown vehicle
4.drink decaf anything
5.wear white leather tennis shoes with jeans
6.see aging rock stars
8.eat birthday cake flavored anything..other than birthday cake
10.use age as an excuse
11.use the word "okee-dokee"
12.go to a drunken barber
14.whine about an injury....
Thursday, January 28, 2016
too much horror business drivin' late at night psycho '78 my bathroom is new you, you don't go in the bathroom with me psycho '78 12 o'clock, don't be late all this horror business my mirrors are black you don't go in the bathroom with me with you i'll put a knife right in you i'm warning you i'll put a knife right in you i'm warning you i'll put a knife right in you too much horror business drivin' late at night psycho '78 my bathroom is new for you you, you don't go in the bathroom with me psycho '78 i'm talkin' about 12 o'clock, don't be late i say, all this horror business my mirrors are black for you you, you don't go in the bathroom with me with you i'll put a knife right in you i'm warning you i'll put a knife right in you i'm warning you i'll put a knife right in you i'm warning you i'll put a knife right in you i'm warning you you, nobody can do what i can do, no
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill.
Smelled like victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
Monday, January 25, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
But after a few moments of staring at Myles’ bike, Mr. Cannondale said “Three chains just isn’t revolutionary enough—we need something that really stands out”. A hush fell over the Cannondale Factory, as each worker stepped back from their machine to think things over. Then Tina, the intern, spoke up, saying “how about a fork with one leg?” The factory roared with laughter, and Tina felt very sad. But then she realized that one person wasn’t laughing—it was Mr. Cannondale. And thus the Lefty fork was born.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
LET ME TELL YOU ‘BOUT THE MOTHER FUCKING MERCEDES-BENZ T80
Back in the 1930’s, Germany was all about racing and setting records. Auto Union and Mercedes-Benz were so much faster than everyone else that it had just really become a competition between themselves - and besides just Grand Prix racing, they loved to do world record attempts.
On public roads.
Yep, on the Autobahn.
In 1938, Auto Union and Mercedes got together to fuck with the land speed record - because fuck you, that’s why - and Rudolf Caracciola managed 268 mph on the Autobahn (the A5). Bernd Rosemeyer was killed trying the same for Auto Union as a result of a crosswind.
Already in development though, was the Mercedes-Benz T80 (which the great Dr. Ferdinand Porsche was brought on board to work on!).
And hold shit christ fuck balls.
To start off, they used a specially modified derivative of the famous Mercedes-Benz inverted V12 used in the BF 109 - however instead of the 1350 horsepower available from the aircraft derivative (in 1939 F form) it made 3000 horsepower. Yes, 3000. There were still no seat belts. Fuck you, that’s why.
The power increases came from a mixture of a special fuel, capacity increase over the DB 601 in the fighter, and methanol-water injection.
But not only is the engine impressive - the chassis is a 6-wheeled, middled engined and four wheel drive! The drum brakes on all 6 wheels are enormous - and the chassis uses oval tubes like on the W125 Grand Prix car, which was very advanced for it’s time.
Even more advanced were the aerodynamics - with a drag coefficient of just 0.18 - which is even lower than any of the famous Alfa Romeo BAT cars, and astounding for 1939 (though another Mercedes-Benz test car of the same era apparently managed a Cd of less than .15) - which allowed it’s top speed to be somewhere in the neighbourhood of 470 miles per hour. Yes, 470 miles an hour. In a car with drum brakes and no seat belts. On a public road (between Halle and Leipzig, now the A9).