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Hey Guys, Heard about this site from going to Columbus Cars and Coffee. Thought I would join and see what all the local car guys are talking about. Here are our cars: 1993 Cobra (Toy) http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad104/jhein2580/DSC_2039.jpg Daily Drivers: 2010 Jetta Sportwagon TDI http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad104/jhein2580/DSC_0440.jpg The 09 GTI you can see in the reflection. http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad104/jhein2580/DSC_0012Medium.jpg Looking forward to being part of the community. Cheers

Hey hows it going fellow gearheads? My names tim i drive a 95 pusstang and i have a 96 camaro that im building to be a track whore. I hope to attend fall track day with the puss and hope to unveil the slomaro sometime next year%5Bimg%5Dhttp%3A//i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q554/Drew2o2/imagejpeg_2.jpg[/img]

In my various upbringings, I was raised to understand that a gun is nothing more than a tool. Different sizes and types have different purposes and all demand the user’s respect--just as, for example, using a chainsaw. Safety practices and consequences may differ, but in the end it is a tool and up to the diligence of the user. Receiving that .22 rifle or 20-gauge around age 8 was a common rite-of-passage. Hell, I was a teenager before I realized that an oak gun cabinet wasn’t necessarily a standard piece of a living-room furniture set. Early in our relationship, my Wife—who grew up in the city—was terrified of guns. She saw them only as a device for hunting animals or people. We respected each other’s beliefs, and that was that. Several years ago her understanding developed, driven by several local events…and we do not live in a “bad’ area. Several local news reports of women being raped in their home by an unknown intruder…A coworker of hers had her throat cut in her own apartment (in what many consider a good neighborhood)…A local robbery and police running up and down our street trying to track down the armed-robber while she was home alone… She began to accept that people really are capable of malice, and that she was not immune. She resolved that she would not wait until something bad happened to her or me to empower herself. She asked me to buy her a firearm and train her how to use it. She still does not particularly ‘like’ them (except for her AR with a holo/dot—that’s “the fun one”) but she accepts them as tools—in this case, as an equalizer bridging most any gap in size, strength, and bad intention. Everyone needs to formulate their own beliefs and live (or not live) with any potential consequences of his or her decision. Hopefully (and statistically) none of us will never end up in a/another life-or-death situation, but I like knowing that we’ve at least got ‘options’.

I have a huge fear of snakes. If I had been on the "snakes on a plane" plane, I would have jumped out and taken my chances with gravity. I have a love for the Wankel/rotary engines. My first bike was a Suzuki Shuttle 50 that I passed off to the local cops as a moped, I was 13 at the time I have been to Thailand, and it was amazing. I can heat my house in the fall and spring with the heat given off by all the computer equipment in my house. The furnace rarely runs if it is above freezing outside I have started 3 IT companies over the years. I hold a job that should require at least a bachelor’s degree, but I have less than 15 credit hours to my name I can list the states in alphabetical order from memory. I am handy with the Rapier, and use to teach historical sword play on OSU Campus as part of the SCA I am into BDSM

Hollywood trying to get my attention at the beginning of his race.

thanks for taking the time to post that. now, tell me what happens in the twilight movies. (lol, no seriously, thanks for posting it.)

It said everything the legal-thinking folks here have said since day 1. - Murder 2 is such a high charge it will never stick - Seating a jury will be almost impossible - death threats have been received by Zimmerman, his family and attorneys. Nobody wants to eb an the jury that acquitted Zimmerman - That the analyst believes that the Z will be found not guilty, or even the charges will be dismissed. - The prosecutor's decision to charge at all is in direct conflict with the information available to her - potentially creating ethical/political questions about the decision to file. - The prosecutor's affidavit to the court contained key information that the prosecutor's office either had no proof of and no way to back up (That Trayvon was "profiled") and was missing key exculpatory evidence (That the physical evidence all lines up with Zimmerman's story) - The omission of exculpatory evidence in the court filings is, in the opinion of the analyst in the video, was intentional and illegal. - That the prosecutor is taking sides - openly. She stated in the charging press release that she was seeking justice for Trayvon. Her officer is supposed to seek justice for all. She allegedly ignored and withheld evidence that showed that the charges against Zimmerman were an injustice on Zimmerman. - That people complaining that Zimmerman was not arrested were misinformed - Zimmerman WAS arrested (we all saw the cctv from the police station and debated the apparent lack of head wounds). He was released soon after. Once state investigators got involved and charged Zimmerman he was arrested again, but released soon after. - That Zimmerman was originally recommended for a manslaughter charge for not avoiding the situation (poor basis for a charge, but whatever). The analyst in the video noted that the police originally stated Manslaughter, then upon more evidence they released him without charge (they already knew the extent of Z's injuries and how they were consistent with his story - evidence the prosecutor had but did not disclose to the court). After the prosecutor got involved suddenly it became a murder 2 - a charge that could only be supported by the very worst version of events that the Martin camp could imagine - a version that they are backing off (they now accept martin was attacking Zimmerman, but they said he had a right to because he was being followed by a man with a gun, but evidence does not support that Martin was aware of the gun, consistent with Zimmerman's statement that the gun only came into play once Z was pinned) - The prosecutor has raised everyone's expectations so high that when he's acquitted that there are likely to be riots that dawrf LA/Rodney King. This is becuase the media and prosecutors waged such an anti-Zimmerman war at first that they whipped the country into a frenzy - and now all that anger has to go somewhere once the judge cashes the prosecutor's reality check. Likely it will go into anti-zimmerman, anti-white, anti-hispanic riots. - MY OPINION: That the witness changing their stories after national attention is a case of nobody wanting to be the witness that got Zimmerman aquitted. Too many death threats circulating. Basically, this story is saying that the prosecutor should never have charged Zimmerman.

The signage doesn't matter. People can't even figure out four-way stops...

Bascially I try to do most everything with the Cobra but mostly it is nice day take it out for a spin ride. In the past I would do test and tune drag strip / occasional Auto-X events with OVR SCCA and lots of Ohio car shows as well. The Cobra basic mods include: Crower Cam Full exhaust: Long tubes / H-pipe / Flowmaster with turn downs Motorsport C-springs Maximum Motorsport Panhard Bar Welded in sub frame connectors Original set of Rims with summer tires Black poweder coated set with Nitto NT01 NOS 150 dry system (Not yet tuned so just for show at this point) Plus a some here and there little things.... Dyno numbers (no NOS) = 273HP 300TQ Owned since 1999 and I am the third owner. Current mileage is 48K All in all the mods have been on the back burner once married as many of you can relate. Try to get as much done as you can before the wedding is my advice... Hope this helps explain the Cobra. Any other questions welcome. Cheers

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so what you're saying is, you should wait until horrible terrible things happen to you repeatedly and on a regularly basis before you consider risk mitigation.

I have a fire extinguisher in every room and my son learned to use one at age 6 (with instructions that he only use one on a fire that was stopping him getting out the house) I knew a guy who's house set on fire becuase a crack opened up in the chimney liner and embers made is through to the back of the wood siding. My older brother and I nearly died as babies because of a grease fire in the kitchen - the house partially collapsed and we were rescued by the fire department. I once used a flame weeder which apparently kicked up an ember into one of the railroad ties that border my driveway. 6 hours later, after two hours of rain, that ember (fueled by the creosote in the wood) set fire to the bush. I noteiced it within two minutes and used up 4 fire extinguishers keeping the flames low enough that we could get a water house out to it. They're always a good idea to have around because you never know when you need them. Nothing may happen for years and then eventually something may happen. You're either going to be ready or potentially injured or killed. Better to have and nod need, then need and not have. Did you notice when I switched over and started talking about guns again?

feel free to try your skills up against me any time!!!! :ky:

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane—intense, maybe, even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment. It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot who asked Center for a read-out of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground." Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the "Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios. Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed in Beech. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check." Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a read-out? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground." And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done—in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it—the click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground." I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money." For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A. came back with, "Roger that Aspen. Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one." It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

Hellmutt I would only be mad because its a dude....

I second what Scruit says. I would put my :leghump: skills up against any man here.

I guess you can say I am the minority at Pepsi Dayton! It's cool though, they all look after me as if I'm their sister. I've been doing it 5 years and I still beat my husband at arm wrestling everytime!

Used to do the Pepsi thing definitely not easy work actually there wasn't a single female at G&J when I worked there :plus1:

"Die in a ...."?

Dear Comebackkid, I don't like you. Scammers are the scum of the Earth. You say you have shown proof to the police that you were not involved in a scam. I enjoy science all things that have proof. Until I see the solid evidence otherwise you still fail at life. I hope you progress far in your career path after obtaining a bachelor's degree. All positive hopes and dreams will come true to those with a true heart. Hearts and flowers <3 87GT P.S. DIAAV

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This thread needs moar Uncle Dolan...

Thats it?

slingingchic, let us know when you've kicked his ass to the curb so the :leghump: can begin.

Thanks for the tips, and I do plan on riding a little on my street. I just need to get the clutch/braking down and it'll come in time with practice.

Yeah women.... I'm the wife!

I never stated I don't have any skills, people assumed I don't.. I've worked on cars since I was 6yrs old. I'm a skilled painter(interior/exterior) I'm a skilled electrician I'm a skilld plumber I get bored real easy after I've done it over and over.

Im suburban now. I drink tea and shit with my pinky finger extended at fine establishments.

Find something you like. I did. Stay away from scams or shady behavior - COMPLETELY. I did. Two easy steps to being as cool as me. :gabe: P.S. What I really meant by the post you quoted was that IF you are scamming people, find a better way to receive bacon.

I want to say thank you for someone banning me from the chatbox :-) Im glad that people go out of there way to make little remarks to me. Giving me a neg rep but not leaving there name like were in school (man up). Like I stated in the chatbox,"If I did all this scamming people shit I would be in prison". I've had cops show up to my house and I shown them all the proof that makes me innocent. Now let's be adults say what you have to say and squash it. I didn't do anything wrong to anyone here or anyone on other forums. Im here because I enjoy racing and bullshitting with everyone and going to track days,dyno days,meets. Now I have offered to help plenty of people her without asking for a penny. After everyone says whatever they want im nit going to upset because it is what it is no hard feeling. I don't drive a Honda so you can't dislike me for that anymore lol.