I Want To Continue The Saga Of Chad Wannabe And His Younger Brother
No-Chrysler-4-Me. At the conclusion of the second part of this story, CW had dropped the asking price for his money-pit Dodge Ram, and sold it for $1,500 to someone who was probably going to break it up and use it for parts. He blamed NC4M for not stopping him from purchasing the Ram - which his younger brother had indeed warned him about, except there was no denying a man desperate for a MAN TRUCK. Art!
MAN TRUCK!
CW's ex had donated him her old Ford minivan out of pity, but CW hated it as it was a CHICK CAR. It had 200,000 miles on the clock, was covered in dents, had a poor paint scheme and the rear window had been replaced with a bit of plastic.
As before, CW went to his parents to beg for money; he got rejected and they rang NC4M to warn him that CW was going to approach with hand outstretched, having got the idea in their head that they were going to convert the minivan into a MAN TRUCK. Art!
Despite still owing NC4M $400, CW wants to scrounge money off him for this conversion, having done a bit of Googling into doing the work. NC4M gives him money - Art!
There was $30 worth of change in it, which CW took despite glaring swords, axes and daggers at his brother.
What followed was related to NC4M by other people as he wanted nothing to do with his demented sibling or his conversion project. Using an electric saw - Art!
- I like to keep you informed - he cut the back off the minivan from behind the front seats. The ex was not impressed since getting rid of the back seats meant their daughter wouldn't be able to be carried in her booster seat; it's illegal to transport a minor in the front seats, just so we're clear. CW then wanted to cut the minivan exhaust and 'straight pipe it into stacks', which metalhead argot needs translating:
A straight-piped exhaust system into stacks means removing all the factory sound-deadening and emission restrictions (like mufflers and catalytic converters) and routing the open exhaust tubing vertically up behind the cab of a truck
Art!
This plan was stopped before it started when CW was told it was illegal and the cops would pull him over the instant they spotted him.
Nevertheless he set to with a will, using junkyard parts, recycled wood, scrap metal, spray paint, hot glue and spray foam. Art!
Displaying considerable technical skill, CW built a sub-frame behind the front seats, then welded the rear doors shut to retain structural integrity, added in a wooden truck bed and - more argot - 'lifted it with twist studs in the coil springs'. Art!
Coil springs
He also added a tube frame behind the front seats, hung a lot of ratty LEDs off it, and the totality of all these changes and conversions implies that CW could have done-up his Ram and camper absent the help of NC4M. The camper makes a reappearance here since CW was able to tow it with what he dubbed the 'Mini-Ram', having added a Ram emblem to the front grill. It was now a MAN TRUCK! or not, as, NC4M fell about laughing when CW proudly drove it to a family dinner. Their father, a tow-truck driver of 30 years, cautioned that he ought to be careful not to crack an axle or blow a gasket, at which his idiot elder son sneered. Unwisely. Art!
MAN CAR!
Not satisfied with being mocked by his entire family, CW then got hold of two huge 18-wheeler wing mirrors and added them to his frankentruck with self-tapping screws and hot glue. Next he wanted a drag race with NC4M, whom refused point-blank. Wisely - the drag race in his Ram blew the head gasket.
That's the saga of CW and his 'Mini-Ram' done. There is a lot more to this story, but the car conversions are complete. Don't forget, CW hated hated hated his brother to upstage him in any way, especially in front of witnesses, and both of them had campers.
Happy Chilling People
By which I mean the 'Flavour Trips' duo. Art!
Since Amii is wearing more than her usual wisp of chiffon, Conrad suspects it's a bit nippy here, even if it is bright. They are in Greece, inside the walls of a fortification of some description. Aha! Apparently it's Larissa Castle, on the island of Argos. Now we know and you're welcome.
Flight, Fright Or Fight
Continuing with more shots of the collections at Duxford. Last time we had been travelling in the belly of the Concorde. Art!
That's Sal and Tom exiting Concorde, and an elevated look at the Vulcan, Harrier and Lightning. Art!
A brace of aircraft cannons, 20 mm by the look of them. If you look at the wings of any Spitfire IV onwards, you'll see a streamlined fairing on the upper part, which is there to accommodate the ammunition drum of the cannons they mounted. 20 mm cannon shells were large enough to add interesting things to them, such as high explosive, an armour-piercing core or incendiary filling. Art!
No, they are not super bedside lamps, they are photograph processing units. They took the film from cameras in Photographic Reconnaissance Unit Spitfires or Mosquitoes and processed it as rapidly as possible, to enable timely use to be made of them. Art!
Or, as in this case, the camera pod from a Tornado or similar. Art!
One of the bad guys. This is a Mig-21, Cold War vintage fighter. I think some are still in use in nations that don't have much of a defence budget. They were pretty slick in the Sixties and Seventies but are old and tired now. I think this one was generously donated by Hungary after they joined NATO.
Droopy Is Loopy
And, of course - obviously! - poopy. There has been a lot of speculation about the senile old orange-face, especially about his peculiar stance as of late. Art!
Then another Tweet on the hell-platform Twitter put up a rather telling explanation and picture. Art!
DJ Tango will never admit to having used one of these as it makes him seem feeble and unmanly, but he's going to need two of them if he intends to hold true to his claim about campaigning in 35 districts before the mid-terms. Plus he'll have to be taking Adderall by the fistful in order to not, you know, keel over dead.
O and I have another awful photo of King Piggy for you. Art!
From neck-vajayjay to neck-rectum. Plus you can totally see underneath his Hair Helmet and how bald he is.
Sorry if you can't unsee this*.
South Canadian Circus In Full Swing
I can skirt our avoidance of Politics by claiming that it's entertainment over there, as they spend enormous sums of money on pushing their particular point of view, often lambasting their opponents rather than promoting themselves, and yes this applies to the Ice Cream Bandits and the Wizard Lizard Gizzard parties equally.
Take the race for the Senate seat in Texas as an example. Normally Texas would be a safe Red seat. Not this year. Art!
The incumbent, Ken Paxton, who is dirtier than a herd of pigs running amok in a sewage site. His polling figures have gotten worse, despite his party spending $100 million on his campaign, and they have now stopped spending anything on him, deeming the race to be lost. One wonders if impeachments will follow November 3rd. I need to lay in a lot of popcorn.
and we're done!
* Not sorry in reality.
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