Must warships "sport" guns?
Peter
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First rate. As a child in the Sixties I remember being stuck in a traffic jam in the Holland Tunnel one summer afternoon in our un-air conditioned '57 Chevy. The air was truly frightening.
I learned to drive in a 1970 DS 21 Break. I mean station wagon. Same color. Marvelous car. Wonderful review.
In Georgetown I saw two cars at right angles of an intersection, marked by stop signs, halt, accelerate and collide at about 5 mph.
This reminds me of my childhood in Madrid. In 1969 the trams along Avenida Castellana were paved over and the surrounding rows of trees cut down to make room for more SEAT 600s and 850s, to produce even more pollution. The blue and white trams, full of brass and wood, were made in Liverpool in 1902, according to the…
Bosun's chairs and breeches buoys have been in use since the 18th century, at least, as any reader of Patrick O'Brian knows. Great article; thank you!
Wonderful. What a lot of smoke. But it's no fewer than three Tomcats, etc, not less.
My father owned a similar maroon DS Pallas in the early 70s. I once drove it from NJ to Montreal, flatting on a highway with a pronounced camber. Changing the wheel was fairly tricky. Marvelous car with delicious leather interior. The green chambers containing fluid for the suspension always inspired a bit of fear.…
My father picked one up at the Citroen plant in 1970. Same car, same color, but without the swivel headlights because it had to have US specs. We brought it to NJ and kept it for nearly ten years. Brilliant car. I wouldn't dream of having one now . The suspension troubles would make it a nightmare.
Elegantly expressed. I live in Manhattan and don't need a car. But I love cars. I read Tavarish avidly and dream idly of possessing uncommon mechanical skills. Then I hop on the bus or subway to go where I must be.
When I was 18 months old, many many moons ago in Germany, my parents drove their BMW Isetta from Berlin to the Bavarian Alps. In the snow. I was placed in the footwell/front hatch. My mother, 89, is still aghast from the memory. Apparently I was fast asleep as the tin shitbox slewed about on the ice.
Bliss.
With the stakes smeared in excrement. Such fun.
I'm pretty sure that's photoshopped, looking at the contrast images; I don't think Hitler (red band on hat) ever saw Gustav or Dora.
Fair points, all, especially what Blade states.
Or the FW Ta 152, I was thinking, even though German build quality (less euphemistically: assembly by starving slave laborers) made most Luftwaffe planes dangerous to fly in the last six months of the war.
Wonderful. And unlike Lance, he's not a psychopathic cheat and liar, either.
Roots, with a capital R, named after the brothers Roots, from Indiana. They patented the blower in 1860.
I agree. The present Bentleys look like what Germans think expensive British cars with German engines should look like.