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Great looking footage, the slow motion stuff was awesome.

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You may need an alignment but only after you replace the worn parts Tie rod ends are pretty common, the popping noise may be worn sway bar links. Stick it on jack stands and check for worn items.

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Seriously, do not want.

Buy security guard dinner, enjoy gated lot?

Thrice for genital jokes!

Fully. Developed. Package.

That was my convoluted way of saying: yes there are cheaper ways to go faster but a fully developed package will work better.

I converted my fwd Scirocco to all wheel drive and doubled the horsepower for less than 2 grand. For an extra $33000 I might be able to make it reliable and safe. Bravo Ford, here's to hoping someone buys those kits.

Gotta work the leaf blower into that setup for extra lulz

Watching craigslist for cheap 14 or 15" snow tires... I'll be the high center champion.

Friday night, a series of events involving Metal playing/wielding Vikings, a spartan helmet and no small quantity of whiskey led me to loose the keys to a friends 2004 Civic. I became capable of semi coherent speech by 12:30 on Saturday and called the service department at Lindsay. A writer named Matt agreed to complete the job same day. I had the car towed to Lindsey, found somewhere to buy a beer and returned 45 minutes later to find the job done for less than the quoted price. The lesson in key handling cost me $175 including the tow, significantly less painful than the cost of an angry viking. Lindsay Honda, damn fine establishment. Cliffs: - got drunk - lost car keys - Lindsay Honda made new key - lived to tell the tale I suck at posting... someone move this if it belongs somewhere else.

Welcome aboard. I love what you've done with the car especially the mil spec connectors.

Try driving it with the maf unplugged.

A Rambling Tale With No Point April 27, 2005 in Confessions, Marriage with 16 Comments My alarm rang at 5:00 a.m. and I slapped it into submission and slept until 5:10 a.m. I showered, half-dried my tresses, pulled on the clothes I’d draped on the exercise bike last night, wore glasses and a Mr. Rogers sweater. I drove to CuteBaby’s house, arriving at 5:50 a.m. His mom had to go to her military job early again, just to check in. (No physical testing for her because she’s still on the maternity plan.) I was back home by 7:00 a.m. By 7:30 a.m., I had baked my first pan of homemade chocolate chip cookies to satisfy Babygirl’s directives: “I want cookies! I want cookies!” Frankly, I wanted cookies, too. My very long day included: –twin 12-year old boys who spent more time exchanging nonsense-talk than doing literature lessons; –two and a half year old daughter who is still coughing, gagging and wiping snot on her sleeves; –DaycareKid who is not catching on to potty-training (but, hey, at least I know now that he is not constipated); –infinite laundry; –really out-of-control, bad hair which I spent an inordinate amount of time contemplating today; –and CuteBaby (but he took long naps today). Oh. And a box came in the mail, which is generally cause for rejoicing. The box contained a giant, thick envelope from my mother-in-law. In the envelope were all the pictures I’ve sent her over the years (eighteen years, almost), including the sweet little Creative Memories scrapbook I made especially for her. Only a few weeks ago, the same mother-in-law complained to me on the phone that I hadn’t sent her any pictures recently. You figure that one out. I called my husband and he suggested she was preparing to die, which is a fairly morbid thing to say, but that demonstrates his sick sense of humor which is primarily why I love him so much. We’ve recently been cracking up at the song-list we’re compiling for our imaginary twenty-fifth anniversary bash. (We hate parties. There will be no bash.) I suggested “Hard Habit to Break” and “Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover.” He chose “If You Don’t Know Me By Now” and “If You Leave Me Now”. We think it would be hilarious to have these types of songs playing continuously in the background as partygoers clutch non-alcoholic drinks and little paper plates holding slabs of Costco cake. This joke–this pretend song-list–will go on for months, maybe years. I also love him because he brought me salad for lunch at 2:30 p.m. when he called and I complained that I hadn’t had a chance to eat lunch yet. He brought Subway sandwiches for the boys’ dinner. When he returned home at 5:30 p.m. to find Babygirl imprisoned in her crib throwing a tantrum while I chatted with CuteBaby’s mom while she was picking him up–looking sweaty and disheveled, me, not her–he rescued Babygirl and she stopped crying long enough for him to transfer her to me. After the switcharoo, she wrapped her sweaty arms around my neck and tried to steer me. No rocking chair. No kitchen chair. She insisted that I stand precisely in the center of the kitchen, no leaning on counters allowed. As you can imagine, this was great fun for me. Okay, it was annoying. My back began to ache. My husband suggested he take her for a van ride, knowing she would scream, then sleep. That’s exactly what happened. While I buckled her in, she threw a fit worthy of any child seen on Nanny 9-1-1. That’s my sweetie-pie. So the day ends. Mrs. Darling would be completely horrified if she saw the state of my carpets. She vacuums every day and once a week–ONCE A WEEK–she vacuums under all the furniture in her house (beds, dressers, everything). I am amazed, jealous and mostly, I wish I could hire her to be my Personal Vacuumer. I want my floors to be vacuumed. I just want someone else to do it. I am a horrible housewife. When I told my husband about Mrs. Darling’s spic-and-span carpets and lamented about my own dismal housewifery standards, he said, “That’s okay. I’m not a handyman, either, and you don’t hold that against me.” And when I say, “I hate my hair! What shall I do with it?” He says, as if preprogrammed, “No matter what you do, I always like your hair.” He’s a liar, but he’s my liar and he makes me laugh.

Twin engined scirocco

+1, fucking-a.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcaeZDZBmKo

The plane won't take off if the conveyor belt is moving fast enough!

Wicked, bomb squad guys had to be giggling when they set that one off.

Probably have a better shot at finding those here: http://ohiovw.com/forum/default.aspx?g=topics&f=5

"Max Pucker" drives the scirocco

Wrong hole, sorry.

I have an aluminum capable tig welder and aluminum rods but I have about 5 hours experience on the thing so far and most of that was on steel. I'll give it a go if nobody else wants to touch it.