Rt 95 in Maryland headed north. I and my wife are in the #2 lane when an 18 wheeler plants itself on the bumper of my Pontiac Sunbird. I can only see grill in the rear view. I speed up some (other lanes were clear) and trucker closes the gap. I speed up some more and tap the brakes.
Trucker passes us in the #1 lane and…

Real fox and hounds stuff.

We made up for the death rate elsewhere.

I am 56. This is like old times, i.e. .500 ball until the all star break then come out and just tear it up. Good times.

Better halve that number, slaves don’t count.

Moved to Jamestown in 69, then Portsmouth until, umm, 1972? I remember that Portsmouth Midddle School (PMS!) was new.

Rotary wing aircraft.

The crashes are related, gravity is suspected.

Which equates to how we armored battleships, instead of armor everywhere, we armored critical spaces and areas.

I recall when some other older carriers were there in the late 60s.

7,650 square foot FLIGHT deck? Or just deck area?
Also nice pics of Naragansett Bay. Lived there a few years, still pretty.

Just adopted two rescues so I can stawp caring about politics.

It takes time to bring the place up to third world standards.

Bascially a lifestyle similar to the sport climbing junkies that live to climb. I am envious of the freedom and exuberance, I hope he recovers. Go Danny.

Fair winds and following seas. You are the Dave Barry of automotive writing to this reader.

My E46 M3 ate its VANOS system at 80,000 miles. VANOS ordered from Deutchand, and when it arrived it was the wrong one. A second VANOS was installed. One month downtime and 7000 bucks. I as told by the Service Advisor that the VANOS systems on these cars was very solid and it was unusual for one to break. I sold the…

Yep, going to the special hell now.

Given the scale of bombs dropped in WW2, a 400 pounder )probably a 500 pound bomb including the case) is on the small end of the scale, going up to 22,000 pound Grand Slam bombs. Those might be more exciting.

Poser. Some WW2 Sherman tanks had SIX inline sixes powering the tank.

Gales of laughter here.

Rock ruckus!