Das Borgen

Cheers to frugal and cheap motoring

manual, OP? Is it very rusty yet? If not, you can cut a part of the inner fender plastic liner to prevent water pooling up and rust to form google it

indeed......I have all of them Feynman was a brilliant man...probably one of the most brilliant ones since Einstein My inner geek wants this book http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d2/SurelyYoureJokingMrFeynman.PNG

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"So I went to Disney and I came back home with a AWD Nissan godcar...you know, the usual" <----OP summary

Position yourself in front of a mirror and you'll notice it immediately. The text on your sweatshirt is reversed. The part in your hair has switched to the other side of your reflection's head. The mole on your left ear stares back at you from your mirror image's right earlobe. Before you stands a bauplan reversed; what was once left is now right, and vice versa. And yet, up remains up and down is still down — as though the mirror knows to switch left and right, but not top and bottom. This, of course, is not the case. The mirror doesn't "know" anything about your position; it simply reflects the light that hits it, doing so as objectively as any inanimate object knows how. So how does a mirror mix up left/right but not up/down? Let Richard Feynman tell you

Ok Jones, you win the thread....... LOL

and I made this sweatshirt mere minutes after I saw the video the 1st time....this pic was taken in september '10 http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/189kdzau65r9rjpg/original.jpg

VAG LOL

that was actually among my very 1st threads posted on CR http://www.columbusracing.com/forums/showthread.php?t=83103 but in fairness to Scott that was about 2.5 years ago

I just discovered this youtube channel

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE XMAS (HOMEWOOD) Date: 2012-12-24, 6:27PM EST Reply to: see below Twas the night before christmas, and all through the trailer. Not a creature was stirring, not even the neighborhood crack dealer The stockings were hung to the electric space heater with care, Each packed with joints and beer, and even a rubber dick for the family queer. My siblings are shaking with fear, in thier bed. Dreading that unwanted late night visit, from Uncle Jed. Mom is doing Meth, and Dad is in Jail. As I settled down, to get me some tail. When out on the yard, there arose such a clatter. I stopped fucking my sister, to see what was the matter. It was some drunk old man who pulled out his dick. He said "whatcha expect shithead, St. Nick? Merry Christmas homewood kids http://pittsburgh.craigslist.org/com/3499593814.html

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Merry Xmas, Not Brian! http://images.4chan.org/b/src/1356311945734.gif

yea, that's correct

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the paddock, Not a motor was stirring, not even an impact ; The stockings were hung by the pit fence with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The drivers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of championships danced in their heads; And mamma in her checkered flag, and I in my Bell, Had just settled down for a long winter's spell, When out on the grid there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. To the back of the trailer I flew like a shift, Unlocked the rampdoor, and let down the lift. The moon on the crest of the new-paved front straight, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects so late, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a formula car, screaming by in top gear. Such a noise caused the chief steward to immediately arise, And by the look on his face he had words for this guy, He shouted aloud in his most gruff voice, “It’s quiet time now, GET OFF OF THE COURSE”! Then sound control had been stirred from its slumber, And yelled to the chief steward, “I’ve never seen such a DB number!” The chief of tech said, upon seeing this fellow, “I’ve never seen that car, and I know it has no annual”. The chief steward demanded to know this driver’s intent, To which registration replied, “Maybe he’s a late registrant.” Suddenly timing and scoring appeared from yonder, And chimed in “That car on course has no transponder.” Though I couldn’t see the driver, he went by so quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than Schuey his crew they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, JACKMAN! now, TIRE CHANGER! now, CREWCHIEF and FUELMAN! On, ENGINEER! on FABRICATOR! on, MANAGER and TIREMAN! Beyond the tech shed! to base of the pit wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As valves that before the busted cam fly, When they meet with a piston, mount to the sky, So to the base of the timing tower the crewman they flew, With a hauler full of “go fast” bits, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a flash, I heard on the grid The roaring and thunder that each piston did. As I drew on my pitboard, and was turning about, into Victory Lane, St. Nicholas had arrived, without doubt. He was dressed all in Simpson, from his head to his boots, And his suit was all tarnished with oil and soot; A bundle of speed parts he had flung on his back, And he looked like a vendor just opening his pack. His face shield -- how it twinkled! his helmet decals shone! His patches were like a mural, his name scripted like a pro! His neck restraint was the best design we’d seen yet, And his gloves and his boots were a perfectly matched set; His tools spoke volumes, he used all that they had, A mouse, a keyboard, a computer, and CAD; This just confirmed what we already knew, More than a great driver, he is a great designer too. The parcels for the stockings that he brought along, Dripped of technology that helped engines make song; A look at the sides of his car showed there had been no rubbing here, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear; He spoke not a word, but went straight to pacing, And filled all the stockings; with parts for racing, Then flipping the master power switch, and laying his finger on the starter, And into first gear, back down pit road, but no farther; He sprang from his car, to his team gave a holler, And immediately they loaded the car back in the hauler. But I heard him exclaim, as they tore out from the line, "HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND SHIFT IN TURN 9!" -E.J. -free for distribution as long as you are using it to spread Christmas cheer! Eddie

this is a repost but it's awesome http://i.imgur.com/EoEpn.gif apparently all these expressions are real in England..a loony chuckle fairy is a clown!??!?!? dafuq? http://i.imgur.com/nB6bs.png

I think he was commenting on your grammatical shortcomings....not your perceived venomous claims.

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His stand-ups are fucking gold

I call next

dafuq? I'd sell the car back and get her a bus pass

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i started laughing hard "only boys" in the 1st minute didn't stop until the end awesome