Sounds weird, but yeah, used gear oil, gasoline, kerosone, lighter fluid, burning rubber...there’s all sorts of noxious shit in this industry that smells good, for some reason; of course, that could just be the dain bramage talking.

I was told this was the place where I could post a photo of all the Haynes books I just laid out on my garage floor.  

Exhumation is the reverse of burial.

I have always struggled with the tiny b&w photos from these types of manuals; without being in a position to disassemble the vehicle to see it for myself, the photos aren’t as edifying as I’d like.

His tombstone better say “Installation is the same as disassembly in reverse.” 

I wanted to like it but it is awkward. Proportions are off. and the rear wheel arch is weird. Seems like a bed was thrown on a 4dr Wrangler with as little thought as possible. They’ll sell millions of them.

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Shifting by the gauges? People do that? Fascinating. Like two foot braking, there are some methods of driving that make nonsense to me but seem to be the way of it for millions.

Rollie Free and Burt Munro approved.

You know, that’s actually the only answer.

Doesn’t matter.  At those speeds, leathers and safety gear are just there to hold your smashed body together in a convenient package for the paramedics...

I was just regarding how they mounted multiple gauges on the motors, and how they’re not only mounted behind the rider, but facing the opposite direction, as well.

After about 10 minutes on a motorcycle I stop shifting by the gauges. Twist until you get the right octave, then pull up the next cog. If you built the engine right, you don’t need to look at them anyway. Just go fast. 

Racer: I want to die prone and screaming, with no idea what happened.

With your ears.

Back in the mid 90's, I took a trip from Texas up to and through Colorado with my then 10 year old son. It was just the two of us.  To keep him from getting bored, it was his “job” to help me navigate. I gave him a map (State Farm/Rand McNally atlas actually), a yellow highlighter pen, and showed him where we were at…

The pickup is a Ram. Is the box truck a ewe-haul?

“41 year old man from Florida”

Dude’s wearing the tanned flesh of his mother’s face for a mask.