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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
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If you youtube
"Feynman 'Fun to Imagine"
You can see all of them, it's a great watch.
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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WOW! This thread took an unexpected turn. Great choice.
"So I went to Disney and I came back home with a AWD Nissan godcar...you know, the usual" <----OP summary
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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
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Ok Jones, you win the thread....... LOL
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and I made this sweatshirt mere minutes after I saw the video the 1st time....this pic was taken in september '10
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Except it was 10 years after CR started....:lolguy:
NEWBS
VAG LOL
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like the beginning of the internet. I think even das borgen posted it
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
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I just discovered this youtube channel
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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
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Merry Xmas, Not Brian!
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TL;DR
yea, that's correct
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'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
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this is a repost but it's awesome
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apparently all these expressions are real in England..a loony chuckle fairy is a clown!??!?!? dafuq?
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Yes you heard right, Volvo w/bone stock I6. Maybe chain all your cars together to have a chance.:gabe:
Finally got to watch the vids, looks like a fun car.
They need to hurry up and confirm Wilmington.
I think he was commenting on your grammatical shortcomings....not your perceived venomous claims.
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I wouldn't have said a word and just got in the fucking thing and drove it back where it came from. Then I would take the money and blow it on the other kids. Fuck if my daughter acts that way, I'll evoke the Cosby rule. I brought you into this world, and I take you out of it too.
His stand-ups are fucking gold
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It did seem pretty fake to me but I've met girls exactly like her so it seemed plausible. On a side note, she would get it in the poop hole.
I call next
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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
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