The Undead Gateway Thread

[bensenvill]

glass roof mustang... thats pretty sweet

Ford helps buyers see the light with glass roof option for Mustang - Autoblog

[BigBalledOX]

Linkage for those of you who have a uterus, like Kelly and Mary and Doug and Terec.

[bensenvill]

I lol'ed

Insane Car Battery Hack! Video

[bensenvill]

disturbing photo of the day

[sonza68]

I don't even want to know.

[LostRacer]

[bensenvill]

dont try that one with a badger... stick to pussies

[Terec]

found on a racing forum:

It was the night before qualifying
And all round the track
All the teams were excited
‘bout a ‘NEW’ steering rack
About new wheels and tires and brakes like molasses
‘bout new sway bars, and spring rates
And late braking passes.
All the Tech Inspectors were tucked into bed
While visions of full compliance danced in their heads.
And I, in my Nomex, and Carbon-X underwear
Had just settled down in my big comfy chair
To await my endeavor, my turn, my attempt
At a chance to make history…and possibly rent,
By completing, NO, Winning the 24 Hour
That’s run every season with cars of all power.
Twice round the clock
In sun, rain, or snow…
No excuses, no traction, no problem, let’s go!
As I sat there and waited in the dark of the night
From the murk, from the fog, from the late starry light…
A glow, oh so brilliant, a sound, oh so deep,
Came rushing, came drifting, racing straight for my feet!
I sprang from my seat and ran to the pit rail
To better see, better glimpse what this could entail.
And what to my watering, gas fumed eyes did I see?
But a bright red Corvette led by eight tiny Minis.
It’s driver, a plump, rolly polly old guy,
Dressed in a bright red firesuit with a gold sequined fly,
Gripped the wheel, and the stick shift,
Punched the clutch, headers flamed,
And he flashed his lights at the Minis
As he called them by name:
“On Fangio, on Gurney, on Donahue and Hall!!
On Schumacher, on Raikonnen, on Posey, on Paul!”
Their tires, they squealed
Their engines, they strained
Their gearboxes whined, and they smoked, and complained.
They weaved and they wiggled and darted and dove
And their headlights and taillights and brake rotors glowed.
The old driver laughed and bellowed with glee.
Much fun he was having was obvious to me.
The red Vette lurched sideways
And he pulled a strong shift, and I swear
There was a twinkle in his visor as he completed the drift.
And in the hatch of the racer, piled there with joy,
Bounced, jostled, and tumbled all manor of toys.
A new helmet for Dusty
New tires for Burr
And a new computer module for Wheelman…
We know what that’s fer.
As he sped by me, a checker he waved
Almost like saying my race can be saved.
Then, quick as a Crosley, as fast as a Storh
He downshifted, trail braked, and foot to the floor,
I heard him shout to the Minis
“To the top of the hill!
Round the Oak Tree, down the Cork Screw,
Thru the Valley so still!”
“To the East Coast, To the West Coast,
To the North and the South…
To every Race Shop, and Race Fan, and Racetrack and House…
May the Holidays find you and keep in ‘Gear’
And may all you be Racers and Workers for years!”
And as they zoomed from my limited
Fog and snow hindered sight
The fat jolly driver shouted,
“Merry Christmas to ALL…and to all a Good Night.”

[jaged]

terry your rockapella tickets reminded me that i got tickets to the foo fighters in feb at the all state

[BigBalledOX]

Originally Posted by jaged

terry your rockapella tickets reminded me that i got tickets to the foo fighters in feb at the all state

Where you sittin at? I'm contemplating going to that show . . .