Because I’m stumped with solving the problem of building up the jet. I don’t need opening parts—the scale is too small—but shaping and mounting the underside is especially tricky, and I can’t use the same technique I employed in the plane on the left, a South Korean 5th-gen fighter.
These are my makeshift shooting spaces. They’re not much, but they’re fairly serviceable.
It’s taking a Camry with them in a Toyota-centric September. And this being September, we might end up seeing new listings for the rest of the year or further.
The red part can move up or down for play or display. I don’t have orange track, and the movable splitter doesn’t move down far enough.
I’ve just used the one cuss we have this week, but that’s because of this.
No, not at life—I’m fairly content with my lot right now and I wouldn’t ask for too many things (if Php10,000 every quarter is too much). That said, I can’t find satisfaction in myself anymore. I won’t cut it. I need help. Real help.
Except no, not yet.
Yes, that’s right. That entire box contains just one car. It’s not even a car I was gunning to have the most. Guess what it is.
They’d have been more effective at gaining young buyers
Think Spark is done? Think again. Not only are we seeing the Brumos IMSA RSR in miniature 1:64 scale...
Jeezuz Christ that was death.
Someone please turn that frown upside down, and give that RSR a cute and genuinely happy smile. Please?
And why am I looking for satisfaction beyond my own? Ugh. This is useless.
Still no posts. So come and read my recent feature, which contains the final result of the combination of these two shots.
Yes, yes, I know he is not a bionic athlete, but I’m inclined to think that Valentino Rossi, Marc Marquez, Guy Martin and Peter Hickman are just as augmented as, say, Oscar Pistorius. At least, I think that motorcycle racers truly become one organism, as compared to a car racer who inhabits a machine and controls it…
In semel, videre: A series de pura vermiculus, velut lucem movere prope ut ieiunium, vir singulari recta in cor hominis fulmen gubernat. Resonabat sonus transiliens colles - grandi tonitru ingenti tumultu maiore quam alto.
GO FUCK YOURSELF
But now we don’t, at least not as hard as actual Americans do, because we realized that we fought harder to break the Spanish shackle than when ‘Mericans sat on our seats while the Japanese tried taking it (they nearly did!), largely because, relatively speaking, ‘Mericans were kind to us (they quashed us early on…
like, I mean you know...