Back when I was a master mechanic I loved going to automotive training centers. I loved telling the instructors when they were wrong.
That picture of the demo car I posted the other day, it was a 1970 Olds 98.
I'm mostly pro Ford having worked in a number of Ford dealerships over the years, but I loved those old 98's, they were a hell of a car with that 454 engine and bullet proof Turbo 400 tranny.
I've put that engine and tranny in a Rambler and my 1981 Ford F150. Turns them into real machines.
My Ford F150 could hold its own with a Dodge diesel going up a pass with a heavy load, and leave that fucker in the dust on the level.
Hell, it would do over sixty in first gear, I never tested the top speed though.
By then I had gotten old enough to have a little sense. Not much, but a little. LOL
My oldsmobile had a strange engine code that no one could identify.
It had a chevy 350 block. 350 heads 305 manifold and a carberator from a 231 V6. I had to make my own gaskets, hoses and play guessing games with the maintenence.
It ran like a bat out of hell.With the turbo 350 transmission. Passing gear would throw me back in my seat.
Dang speedometer would only read 85 though.
I loved that car, I was stupid for selling it a friend in need for 50 bucks.
That was some asshole teacher (?) in the letter - as for cat fucker there are people out there that just love their pets too much in the barry white kind of way and not in the mary poppins way LOL
That letter from the teacher, is a typical example of how to make people "brainwashed monkeys" as Billy calls us. Do what the authority sais...either it is wrong or right...only obey, blind and silent. Maybe he was the son of Hitler.
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Have a good Thursday, Hammer !
Back when I was a master mechanic I loved going to automotive training centers. I loved telling the instructors when they were wrong.
That picture of the demo car I posted the other day, it was a 1970 Olds 98.
I'm mostly pro Ford having worked in a number of Ford dealerships over the years, but I loved those old 98's, they were a hell of a car with that 454 engine and bullet proof Turbo 400 tranny.
I've put that engine and tranny in a Rambler and my 1981 Ford F150. Turns them into real machines.
My Ford F150 could hold its own with a Dodge diesel going up a pass with a heavy load, and leave that fucker in the dust on the level.
Hell, it would do over sixty in first gear, I never tested the top speed though.
By then I had gotten old enough to have a little sense. Not much, but a little. LOL
My oldsmobile had a strange engine code that no one could identify.
It had a chevy 350 block. 350 heads
305 manifold and a carberator from a 231 V6. I had to make my own gaskets, hoses and play guessing games with the maintenence.
It ran like a bat out of hell.With the turbo 350 transmission. Passing gear would throw me back in my seat.
Dang speedometer would only read 85 though.
I loved that car, I was stupid for selling it a friend in need for 50 bucks.
And it got seventeen MPH on the open road even though I had beefed it up to over five hundred horse power.
Hell, it wasn't working at all, just loafing along.
I don't know how fast I was going but one day I was bombing along on a trip from Montana to Utah when I blew out the passenger side window.
Scared the shit out of me.
The Turbo 350 was a decent tranny, GM trannys were some of the best made back then.
But I think they should have used the 400 in all four wheel drive trucks. I had to rebuild a lot of those 350's back then.
And it's not because they are a bad tranny, just not quite up to what a 400 can take.
That was some asshole teacher (?) in the letter - as for cat fucker there are people out there that just love their pets too much in the barry white kind of way and not in the mary poppins way LOL
I don't know which one is the funniest! i think it's the detention one though. i can sure relate to that.
Cat Fucker Magazine, huh? Oh wow!
The dog with the teeth looks familiar.
That letter from the teacher, is a typical example of how to make people "brainwashed monkeys" as Billy calls us.
Do what the authority sais...either it is wrong or right...only obey, blind and silent.
Maybe he was the son of Hitler.
Fantastic!
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