A lot depends on the situation and who I'm talking to. I try to keep things calm, had to referee when my daughter rebelled as a teen and declared war on her mother. On the other hand, I am and will always be an incorrigible smartass, so when an idiot leaves me an opening I usually just can't help myself. Zing ! (Heh, heh, heh).
Keep some things in reserve. Sandbag. That way the element of surprise will be most effective. Allow people to think less of you than they should so you can flatten them. Blow off their doors! A fantasy I had. I'm at a stoplight in a VW. Under the hood is a massively fast race engine. The guy in the hotrod to my right looks at me and smirks. A little old lady in a VW? No threat. The light changes to green and I streak past him so fast he in shock! Eat my dust little boy. Don't underestimate this "old lady". My fantasy. Now what kind of engine would be best for that? If it were your fantasy what engine would you have beneath the hood ready to roar? Thank you for your reply Sbf! :)
A Volkswagen engine is in the back - and I knew a guy who shoehorned a Porsche engine into a Beetle. Also had to put a couple cwt of lead in the nose to keep the front wheels on the ground when he gunned it.
Would a Porsche engine be da bomb? What about a Lambo? Too big? I'm a Lambo fan as you probably know but I honestly don't know what the fastest car/engine in the world is. I loved the Jaguar XKE in the olden days. Classic body lines. I probably couldn't handle a Lambo though or any car with lots of muscle. What is the fastest car you've even driven Sbf and what did it FEEL like? Thank you for your reply. If a Lambo engine could be installed how much weight would it take to keep the Volksie grounded? Imagine flying up up and away? Yikes. I have a fear of heights! :(
They don't take off exactly, the weight of the engine in the rear keeps the back wheels grounded - but put an overpowered motor in them and they have a disconcerting habit of turning turtle, the front reaches for the sky and you end up on your roof. Saw one do precisely that on a dragstrip, the owner had built a race motor of the necessary shape, fitted it and equipped it with a supercharger. Took off like a frightened cat but half way down the strip, it flipped. You couldn't put a Lamborghini engine into a Veedub, it's the wrong shape. A mid-mounted east-west V12 won't marry a Volkswagen transmission. Neither will a Jaguar (the XJS was almost a race car, but again the power plant is entirely the wrong shape). A Porsche 911, however, is also a rear mounted engine and the older ones require surprisingly little modification to fit. Quickest car I ever drove was an HSV Holden Commodore - similar to many US police pursuit vehicles in the early 2000s (which were Australian-built Commodores rejigged for left-hand-drive and rebadged as Pontiacs). A huge number of American jurisdictions ordered them in their hundreds before the GFC. This one belonged to the boss of the company I worked for at the time and one HELL of a lot more power than I was used to - actually was a race car, the glove compartment bore the signature of Peter Brock, a renowned Australian race driver. I'd been driving a 1968 Chrysler Regal up til then, and when I passed the open road limit signs coming out of a country town, I hit the pedal as hard as I had been in the old grunt. When I managed to prise my head off the headrest, I was doing 150mph and still accelerating. Speed limit is 70. I got off the gas in a hurry and drove back to the city at a much more sedate pace. Felt like I'd gone from a horse and buggy to a jet fighter.
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150 mph? Sheesh! The fastest I've ever driven was 95 mph and that was PLENTY fast enough. I can't even almost imagine going as fast you did. Any neck jerking involved? Whiplash? Stiff neck? So a Porsche engine it is then! One day in an alternate universe I'm gonna get that ride. It's too good not to experience at least once. The name Peter Brock sounds kinda familiar. D'ya think if it were in the cards you might have been a great race car driver? I LOVE to go fast. I LOVE the sensation of speed. It isn't so much that I want to get where I'm going earlier than I planned. It's just that speeding along on some roads when you are the only one on them and if they're kinda curvy you get in a zone all your own and you really know what it means to "go with the flow". If you have music playing like say Steely Dan boy you get in a groove that's hard to resist. But that was way back when. I bet you know exactly what I mean. Thank you for all the useful and helpful info Sbf. I appreciate the time you've given to it and for sharing your real-life experiences. :)
I never intended to go at that speed, the car shocked me the way it jumped. No neck injuries, they're designed for that and the headrest kept my neck still. I simply didn't realize how much power was lurking behind the grille. I knew I couldn't drive safely at that speed, so I got off the gas pedal and let it coast back down to 70. I don't think I could have been a race driver, never had the reflexes. Or the nerve to blow that much cash, it's an expensive sport.
Just let your sponsers pay the tab. You get free clothes and free everything as long as you don't mind being plastered with ads on the rig and your clothes. You don't pay a dime for anything! But of course the downside is accidents happens and death happens too. Thank you for your reply Sbf. I LOVE to go fast but about all the rest of it I'm pretty sure I don't have the right stuff. Loving to go fast isn't enough! :)
It's learning how that's expensive, you don't get sponsors until you're good at it. You have to go through a lot of cars to get there and race cars aren't cheap. Even if you don't crash, you WILL blow engines, chew tyres, burn a lot of petrol (gas to you Americans) - and that's just to learn.
Long ago and far away I was married to an auto mechanic who worked on a dragster motor. The dragster was called "Spirit of 76" and was based in Massachusetts where we lived for 5 years. The friend who funded it was very wealthy so there were no problems buying whatever parts were needed. There was the driver whose name was Owen, the owner whose name was Tom and my ex. It did quite well as a matter of fact and was fun if noisy! When the dragsters did "burnouts" in the pits it was extremely loud. Those were the days my friend. Back in the late 60's! Thank you for your reply Sbf and Happy Friday! :)
I can be an annoying b!tch at times as I won't shut up.....hehe .. But I also have a softer side to me that really isn't my side at all.... :)D
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Do you equate talking a lot with being a bit** D or is it rather the words you choose to use can sometimes be snarky snide sarcastic..hallmarks of a bit**? I don't recall ever seeing that side of you. Of course I don't stalk you and follow you around to monitor your mood 24/7 either! I will take your word for it...sort of. Since I know you tease this could be among them. I just can't imagine someone with your brain and interests being bit**Y and I have a pretty good imagination! Thank you for your reply and Happy Thursday! :)
In England it can be used and take on so many different meanings Rosie....said in anger and meant to be a derogatory term is just so different when it's used in humorous situations...
You can call a friend a silly bitch when she perposly does cranky things to make her friends laugh...... Its never meant to be offensive then..
Agreed. In Australia insults can be terms of endearment, I think we got that from the Poms. We call mates "b@$tard" and b@$tards "mate", it's confusing to foreigners.
There are so many endearing ways to use I suppose quite derogatory terms ..... My mum would say to my dad when her got home they she was a silly today when she went ahead and did something knowing it was not the right way to do it or she locked her self out of her house.....
That's what they say about the "N" word D. That among blacks they can call one another the "N" word and it is not offensive. I find that illogical. So I would never under any circumstances call anyone I liked/loved/adored the "B" word. I know context is everything as is intent but still I find it very offensive. I can't imagine calling you or my sister or any of my female friends or our daughters-in-law the B word. Thank you for your reply sweetie. I know there are different societal norms. Thanks for explaining that one! :)
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