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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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I know that. But the caption in that picture said "Car: 1978 Datsun 280z." which, obviously, it was not. That's why I thought you had said, "Sucked to be this Playmate" (i.e that she was not seen with the car they claimed to have awarded her).
OMG! Such "Knife Violence!" We need more "Knife Control!" It's for the Snow Children!
That is one huge pearl necklace she’s got there.
its funny how you stop noticing stuff over the years.
was watching some 1970's junk movies yesterday (grizzly and ones like that)
before boob jobs and lip fillers became mandatory women looked like women
and you can see how the truly pretty ones would stop traffic back then compared to now where every one has a great rack and perfect lips and noses etc
was joking with my daughter and she said the actresses look like regular people and no one is fat
i was laughing
was watching some 1970's junk movies yesterday (grizzly and ones like that)
before boob jobs and lip fillers became mandatory women looked like women
and you can see how the truly pretty ones would stop traffic back then compared to now where every one has a great rack and perfect lips and noses etc
was joking with my daughter and she said the actresses look like regular people and no one is fat
i was laughing
I learned to drive a manual transmission on a 280 ZX. That straight 6 has lots of potential.
When you go from that to an 85 F-250 6.9L dog of a diesel with 4:10 gears, it's a piece of cake.
As it turns out, the "new" 280zx that replaced my college buddy's old one (which he wrecked) also had a manual transmission. His OG one was automatic.
Do you have to "double clutch" the F-250?
I don’t watch late night tv, nor do i respect the opinion of anyone who appears on these shows. if anyone feels they are being objectified in Hollywood, then they need to find another way to make a living. Their appearance not their character is why they are there.
That truck has long since been retired. It was a mobile welding truck three of us drove, depending on the day. Ease out on the clutch in second gear, and then time it into third and fourth.
I took this in 2016 in Chiba, Japan. It was 100% original and looked like it just rolled off the dealer floor.
I was just walking down the sidewalk when the dude parked and got out. I said “Nice ride!” and in a perfect American accent (he was Japanese) he said “Hey, thanks man!”
Then two cops walked up to him and started chatting in Japanese. They were pointing to his car while talking, so I figured they were admiring his car, then both cops get down on their hands and knees, pull out a measuring tape, and measure the distance from the front tire to the curb. They keep talking to each other and making hand gestures over the measurements. The dude looks at me, rolls his eyes, and says “Welcome to Japan.” I started laughing when the two cops stood up and were looking at me (I’m a good foot taller than both of them). I started to cough, which totally freaked them out and they bowed and excused themselves, practically running away. I asked what happened and he explained how they have nothing better to do than walk around measuring tire-to-curb distances and issuing citations, but my coughing freaked them out and caused them to run away, so he thanked me for saving him a ticket.
I was just walking down the sidewalk when the dude parked and got out. I said “Nice ride!” and in a perfect American accent (he was Japanese) he said “Hey, thanks man!”
Then two cops walked up to him and started chatting in Japanese. They were pointing to his car while talking, so I figured they were admiring his car, then both cops get down on their hands and knees, pull out a measuring tape, and measure the distance from the front tire to the curb. They keep talking to each other and making hand gestures over the measurements. The dude looks at me, rolls his eyes, and says “Welcome to Japan.” I started laughing when the two cops stood up and were looking at me (I’m a good foot taller than both of them). I started to cough, which totally freaked them out and they bowed and excused themselves, practically running away. I asked what happened and he explained how they have nothing better to do than walk around measuring tire-to-curb distances and issuing citations, but my coughing freaked them out and caused them to run away, so he thanked me for saving him a ticket.
I recall being there 10 years earlier. I had woken up early to go do some sightseeing/picture taking before the crowds started to mass (it was full sunrise by 5:45am). I travelled one stop from Ebisu to Shibuya stations, Shibuya is the fashion center of Tokyo. The JR station there has a large quad on the outside. In fact, it is most famous for being the station at which the Japanese Akita dog "Hachikou" ("Hachi" for short) would wait for his master every day, even several years after his master had died. There's a granite statue of Hachi out in front of the station.
What's also present at 6:00am at the Shibuya station are all the homeless people of Tokyo, stretched out on the benches. I guess the "Kesatsu" (Police) allow them to sleep a little later in the mornings before they chase them off so the regular population and commuters can enjoy the benches. Apparently, they also don't want it on record that homeless exist in Tokyo. So the one Keikan officer started looking at me sideways as I was taking pictures, and I got the message quickly. I put the camera away and, as soon as I did that, he went back into his Koban. No words spoken, and he didn't even get to within 15-20 feet of me.
I moved on, after that. No sense fully awakening the dragon, as it were.
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The guy must have quite a bit of money. As the Japanese car registration system is designed to force cars off the road around the 4 year mark. The registration fees get STUPID expensive.
When I was a kid in grade school the rumor went around that the more you jumped the fatter the tires got. We jumped all the time trying to get them portly. It obviously didn't work, but we all had stories because we all had various fantastic train wrecks in search of big ol fat tires. Most of the guys I was in school with now carry their own spare tires. A bike would do them good. Until they fell.
