Horner really fucked up. He should have gone to Flavio for advice on how to stick his pecker in different places and not have everyone get mad about it.
Flavio could have also counseled Horner to stick it in four supermodels, not to stick it in a four.
Here's the thing, though - I don't think Flavio could have helped Christian. Flavio has a certain style, a _je ne sais quoi_ that Christian can only aspire to.
More simply put, Flavio is one cool motherfucker. Christian is a dork.
So the six word replies I send back to my lady friend in response to her short novel actually doesn’t mean I’m an unfeeling jerk, as is often perceived!!
I guarantee you chicks were selling their underwear on craigslist in 2005. I agree it was probably a bit more shameful then but this country hasn't hadn't any morals since at least 1992 and probably 1962.
Does anyone have a copy of or YT link to the guy with the “Yooooouuuu ain’t a Model” song? I can’t find it on YouTube, algorithm deliberately misleading me again
At the Frank Zappa show in 1981 at Chicago’s Uptown Theater that I attended as a youngster, Frank had a clothesline strung on stage and at one point asked the women in the audience to throw their panties on stage. Many panties were thrown at that time and for the rest of the show. While the band jammed Frank was hanging the panties on the clothesline. I distinctly remember one large and wide white pair that Frank held up. This was when America was not obese.
This was an impressive display of power by Mr. Zappa. At the end of the tour a quilt was made of the panties and is hanging in the Hard Rock in Biloxi.
Dude. What? You went to school with Tiffany Teen? I spilled many a seed and spent many hours looking for nip slips and such back in the day. Holy shit.
It's strange to recall how odd the 80s were with these RX rotary cars and Opel Mantas, GTs, and other sports cars in econo-box clothing running around on the same roads with dumb air-shock/wide tire equipped domestic muscle pigs.
I found a Manta in a salvage yard when out scavenging for side hustle parts. A quick glance at eBay showed the carbs and other bits don't bring much. So, I left it alone in a corner because I can recall how these little Eurasian hot boxes practically had to include a case of Schaeffer's in the trunk to seal a 2nd hand sales deal.
But there were a greater than average number of very fun little cars around back then despite the prevalence of "hot brown" (to borrow a term from Mr. Furrygular) malaise (and the Lithuanian gentleman) barges.
When I was in middle school I joined the legion of boys who wanted a 50s-70s muscle car to impress our Nam-Vet Dads and Uncles. This was the same time the Fox Body was beginning to absolutely curb stomp the big name plates at the strip and in the redlight wars. The aero front and the "fuel injection bullshit" were pushing all of us to accept that fast might not look like a car with cragars and alphanumeric tires, glasspacks, and a big Holley or two that helped turn gasoline into noise.
The very first kid in my middle school to turn 16 was a blocky, quiet, strong kid named Shannon who looked like he would shrug off a hard right cross with sheer Neander toughness, but not the insult of it. Shannon didn't show up with a shitbox F-body or a clapped GTO when he parked across the street at the local funeral home. He showed up in a bright green Vega GT that was in pretty decent shape. When pressed, he took me for a ride in it. I think that was the first time anyone went around a curve with any vigor while I was in the car and it didn't feel like it was going to fly off the road.
After that, I learned from tangling with Escort GTs, a rotary RX7, and a bunch of other cars that you don't let the guy in the flyweight car with wide tires choose the road. My domestic style-barge was just sheet metal stapled together with a spot welder, and would scrape the door handles around curves. That's about the time I ordered a copy of the Boss 302 chassis manual from a Cougar parts house in Michigan because I was picking up a copy of Mustang Monthly every chance I could and they were nut hugging the Trans Am efforts with maximum squeeze. I thought if I could get my Cougar to turn I could put the wee Eurasian buzzbombs in their place with the 351 Cleveland under the hood. At some point there would be a straight, and I would get them in the old Dearborn Headlock. Then one of my friends got his hands on a 280Z turbo and that was the end of that.
I was wrong. But I was a teenager and embarrassment was my main learning impetus back then.
I have a deep respect for the little RX series along with the various Datsuns and Toyotas that hurt a lot of feelings around "legendary" domestic junk. They worked very well as a package and had a really interesting aesthetic. I get why they're cult classics.
"The very first kid in my middle school to turn 16 was a blocky, quiet, strong kid named Shannon" not sure if middle school was a typo or it was common for kids to still be in middle school when they turned 16 where you grew up. Either way I'm here for it.
Yeah, it was a poor industrial town in central NC, so we had a lot of kids who functionally had no parents because one parent would work 2nd shift and one would work 3rd for the extra shift differential pay. They'd be asleep or off doing stuff when the kids were waking up and going to school.
My schools had a lot of kids who were held back one or two years by 8th or 9th grade. Middle school was grades 7/8/9, so we had a handful of kids who drove to 9th grade. One guy who drove to 8th grade had a full on broom mustache and could successfully buy beer over the counter. He was like a folk hero to the rest of us pubescent dorks.
If Sherman split wood to heat his house, pulled weeds out of the garden or trudged behind a rototiller, he can have his redneck card. He may very well have been that guy back in the day, 911s and cigars notwithstanding. It does happen. As a matter of fact, his holier-than-thou persona on here almost leads me to believe he did used to be the real thing, and is now trying mightily to disassociate himself from the salt of the earth.
I know I've mentioned this before, but a mate of mine owns a dark purple 1984 Mazda 323 wagon with a 12a Rotary (early RX7 spec) in it.
Yes they're temperamental, but when everything clicks together, nothing is better.
Furthermore, if the rest of car culture was half as cool, inviting, and co-operative as the Classic Rotary scene in New Zealand, car world would be booming indefinitely.
My little corner of car culture is twice as cool, inviting, and cooperative as the Classic Rotary scene in New Zealand and we will heap scorn and derision upon anyone who says different.
"traded it in on the first of my many Mitsubishis, disguised as Mopar vehicles."
Sophomores with new driver's licenses our parents let me and my best friend take his sister's Plymouth Arrow to West Virginia for spring break, our first time away "on our own" (we both had many relatives in the area) staying in an empty trailer up the holler. We visited a lot, his Aunt and Uncle were so tickled they went out into the yard and killed a chicken for supper, but most time was spent in that very tail happy Mitsubishi on the twisty roads of Roane County. If it had a little more horsepower we would surely have hurt ourselves.
When I met my wife she was driving a LeBaron convertible equipped with the 3.0 Mitsubishi v6. That powertrain was the star of that absolute pile of shit. I put valve seals in it when it started smoking. Otherwise it was completely trouble free as the doors sagged, radio quit, and top leaked.
A Dodge Shadow "duster" with the 3.0L hooked to a 5spd with the "power bulge" hood is on my beater wishlist. Common car among the rural kids that went to my highschool, I'm nostalgic for this era of "throwaway" domestic FWD (nowhere as disposable as modern cars, in hindsight).
agreed 100%. Never knew how good we had it with the 90s coupes until we were subjected to modern design. They've got the 420a motor, so with some stronger pistons/rods it should handle boost decently.
I'm pretty nostalgic about the Daytonas and what have you from that time period. They were terrible cars, but I have a hard time not buying a non-runner turbo car or v6 model to manual swap. But then self control gets the better of me as I remember working on those when they were maybe 10 years old and them already falling apart.
I'd much rather a CRX Si, Prelude, or a even a brick Volvo wagon. But they have a lot of charm and a good aesthetic.
When I was like 8 years old in the mid 90s, my friend's older brother immigrated from Moscow. This guy was an accomplished gymnast, wore an earring (just on the one ear, which ever was the non-gay one), cool haircut. This guy was Vanilla Ice levels of cool to us. He saved up and bought an 84 ish Challenger, base non turbo 2.2 from what I recall, but with a stick and louvers over the rear deck, blasting Ace of Base lol.
I was very happy to see Hulkenburg take a podium. He’s a good driver and for him to stick around F1 as long as he has does attest to that. Reading here that the other teams and drivers helped Hulkenburg and Stake celebrate makes a guy feel even better about the long denied podium.
Rain always seems to show who is a great driver in a mediocre car and who is a so-so driver in a great car.
I always love watching a driver who has been racing for a very long time get his first podium, both because it's nice to see hard work and tenacity rewarded and because the other drivers are usually so excited for them. It provides a glimpse of the community these guys are a part of.
Christian Horner is probably the most effective F1 team principal in history. He took a team that was nowhere and turned them into a championship machine that could only be thwarted by the FIA. The question is whether or not he still has the eye for technical talent and the ability to recruit identified technical talent that he did when he built Red Bull. Is the team sinking because of its corporate stated DEI agenda, or because Horner's achievements went to his head? I guess we'll find out when he tries to duplicate Jean Todt's success at Ferrari.
Did Danny Ric's last name start with "V"? Because he certainly got more second (third and fourth) chances from Horndog than anybody in my recollection.
None of us will ever be privy to if there really is/was an internal power-struggle at RB, but Horndog very much carries himself like a man who long ago came to believe his own press and thought of himself as bigger than his wife, than Newey, or even than Red Bull (the company) itself. The sad fact is that RB dropped the scent and lost the trail sometime in 2023(?), even though the otherworldly talent of Verstappen carried them through 2024.
I suppose it was his treatment of every driver besides Max and Danny Ric that soured me on him. What he did to Lawson was nearly criminal mismanagement.
I hope he lands at Aston. He and old man Stroll deserve each other.
Agreed. Horny seems like a dude who loves the smell of his own shit, and who came to believe that no one else in the world could do his job. Twenty years is a long time. This is a good change for Red Bull regardless of who ends up helming the team, or driving the cars.
Hulk on the podium is the best story of 2025 so far, with Piastri's nascent steely-eyed rocket man persona a close second.
That ‘Ring wreck was BRUTAL. Crazy that they both lived through that, especially the Porsche.
Newer cars are terrifyingly good at hiding the physics that will kill you. That buffer lets people get in over their heads thinking the car will continue to behave like an arcade game…right up until no nanny in the world can save you from your own stupidity and your well earned fireball. It’s near “safer” for a car to make you a little nervous vs unwavering confidence imo.
0. Are you indirectly admitting to being a "clown" here?
1. My mom has a long and colorful car history that includes a manual 1973 RX-3 wagon, which was the car I was brought home from the hospital in; the car in which I (four months old) was swaddled with blankets, placed in a dresser drawer, and driven from California to Washington; and, later in its life, the car that became notorious in the neighborhood for loudly backfiring 30-60 seconds after the engine was shut off. It's very hard for me to believe given my early memories of how stinky that car was that it had any emissions benefits whatsoever.
'0. Are you indirectly admitting to being a "clown" here?'
I've done it a dozen or more times and only got penalized once. Never lost pace doing it, either. I'm saying there's a non-clown (but still unsporting) way to do it.
Yes that is an odd claim. The Wankel has always been notoriously dirty and loud and an oil burner besides and isn't in production today mostly for those reasons.
makes even less sense when some people chose an automatic over a manual when rotaries are gutless at low rpm but some people dont understand rotaries or that modern piston engines are fine at high rpm
To understand the claim you have to understand what form of emissions was being outlawed. They are pretty bad by default for unburned hydrocarbons, but the emissions laws at the time didn't care about that. Those laws were completely focused on smog. Before the three way catalytic converter the only ways to deal with smog were to reduce compression, or go rotary. So rotary engines were the future and Mazda was way ahead of the competition. Right up until the laws started caring about the other things coming out the tailpipe.
I know that everything on TV is scripted but having seen Tony Angelo's video about his audition consisting of being quizzed at a swap meet I imagine that the ideas for the episodes were at least "based on a true story" so I choose to believe that Finnegan at least is still keeping an eye out.
He may well be! I really doubt FriedBurger could care less about another REPU though.
They definitely tried to create a "story" with their shows but I don't think they ever had set scripts. Sometimes the story lines were thought of after the fact and then they edited the footage to reflect those decisions in the final episode.
At least that was my understanding of their productions.
My first vehicle was a 1975 Mazda Rotary pickup. Oddly popular 1980s high school vehicle in the Pacific Northwest (as were all the late 1970s mini-trucks). Mine was one of three in the school parking lot (two yellow, one white). Odd truck even by Mazda standards. Was floored to see one go for more than $30k on BaT last month.
Great watch, it’s my go-to for when I’m worried about my watch getting hung up on something. The only downside is how short the strap is. I recently ordered an adapter so I can put a NATO on it.
I was a photographer at a vintage race in Louden, NH where I was witness to an RX2 absolutely battling it out with a similar vintage Camaro. It honestly looked just like the one in your photo. Wonder if it was the same car. Those things could really hustle.
Oh, wow! I dragged an RX-2 out of a field almost 20 years ago, with a hope of resto-modding it with friends. The original engine was bust, but the body was still in reasonably good shape.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Had to move 1500 miles for work, and was never able to get back to it.
Wondering how to do that mid Ohio pic, but with my Town Car. 🤣
Will any of the suspension bits from the Crown Vic bolt onto the TC to shore up the handling a little without affecting the ride that much?
Horner really fucked up. He should have gone to Flavio for advice on how to stick his pecker in different places and not have everyone get mad about it.
Flavio could have also counseled Horner to stick it in four supermodels, not to stick it in a four.
Here's the thing, though - I don't think Flavio could have helped Christian. Flavio has a certain style, a _je ne sais quoi_ that Christian can only aspire to.
More simply put, Flavio is one cool motherfucker. Christian is a dork.
https://heartiste.org/2007/04/11/excerpt-from-the-book-of-alpha/
I can't believe this was written close to 20 years ago
So the six word replies I send back to my lady friend in response to her short novel actually doesn’t mean I’m an unfeeling jerk, as is often perceived!!
👍😎👍
It doesn't mean you're not a jerk. Good news, Chicks dig jerks.
he would have a field day with onlyfans
We had whores in the mid 2000s as well.
yeah but they werent venerated or selling their bathwater then
I guarantee you chicks were selling their underwear on craigslist in 2005. I agree it was probably a bit more shameful then but this country hasn't hadn't any morals since at least 1992 and probably 1962.
I went to junior high with this chick
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ij5wFAXJrcw&list=PLws_6bwW3E3dLtFI-KmRiIqF1NXX8GspS&index=1
Ummm. NSFW
Does anyone have a copy of or YT link to the guy with the “Yooooouuuu ain’t a Model” song? I can’t find it on YouTube, algorithm deliberately misleading me again
At the Frank Zappa show in 1981 at Chicago’s Uptown Theater that I attended as a youngster, Frank had a clothesline strung on stage and at one point asked the women in the audience to throw their panties on stage. Many panties were thrown at that time and for the rest of the show. While the band jammed Frank was hanging the panties on the clothesline. I distinctly remember one large and wide white pair that Frank held up. This was when America was not obese.
This was an impressive display of power by Mr. Zappa. At the end of the tour a quilt was made of the panties and is hanging in the Hard Rock in Biloxi.
Dude. What? You went to school with Tiffany Teen? I spilled many a seed and spent many hours looking for nip slips and such back in the day. Holy shit.
It's strange to recall how odd the 80s were with these RX rotary cars and Opel Mantas, GTs, and other sports cars in econo-box clothing running around on the same roads with dumb air-shock/wide tire equipped domestic muscle pigs.
I found a Manta in a salvage yard when out scavenging for side hustle parts. A quick glance at eBay showed the carbs and other bits don't bring much. So, I left it alone in a corner because I can recall how these little Eurasian hot boxes practically had to include a case of Schaeffer's in the trunk to seal a 2nd hand sales deal.
But there were a greater than average number of very fun little cars around back then despite the prevalence of "hot brown" (to borrow a term from Mr. Furrygular) malaise (and the Lithuanian gentleman) barges.
When I was in middle school I joined the legion of boys who wanted a 50s-70s muscle car to impress our Nam-Vet Dads and Uncles. This was the same time the Fox Body was beginning to absolutely curb stomp the big name plates at the strip and in the redlight wars. The aero front and the "fuel injection bullshit" were pushing all of us to accept that fast might not look like a car with cragars and alphanumeric tires, glasspacks, and a big Holley or two that helped turn gasoline into noise.
The very first kid in my middle school to turn 16 was a blocky, quiet, strong kid named Shannon who looked like he would shrug off a hard right cross with sheer Neander toughness, but not the insult of it. Shannon didn't show up with a shitbox F-body or a clapped GTO when he parked across the street at the local funeral home. He showed up in a bright green Vega GT that was in pretty decent shape. When pressed, he took me for a ride in it. I think that was the first time anyone went around a curve with any vigor while I was in the car and it didn't feel like it was going to fly off the road.
After that, I learned from tangling with Escort GTs, a rotary RX7, and a bunch of other cars that you don't let the guy in the flyweight car with wide tires choose the road. My domestic style-barge was just sheet metal stapled together with a spot welder, and would scrape the door handles around curves. That's about the time I ordered a copy of the Boss 302 chassis manual from a Cougar parts house in Michigan because I was picking up a copy of Mustang Monthly every chance I could and they were nut hugging the Trans Am efforts with maximum squeeze. I thought if I could get my Cougar to turn I could put the wee Eurasian buzzbombs in their place with the 351 Cleveland under the hood. At some point there would be a straight, and I would get them in the old Dearborn Headlock. Then one of my friends got his hands on a 280Z turbo and that was the end of that.
I was wrong. But I was a teenager and embarrassment was my main learning impetus back then.
I have a deep respect for the little RX series along with the various Datsuns and Toyotas that hurt a lot of feelings around "legendary" domestic junk. They worked very well as a package and had a really interesting aesthetic. I get why they're cult classics.
Love it! Feels like we lived similar teen years.
"The very first kid in my middle school to turn 16 was a blocky, quiet, strong kid named Shannon" not sure if middle school was a typo or it was common for kids to still be in middle school when they turned 16 where you grew up. Either way I'm here for it.
Yeah, it was a poor industrial town in central NC, so we had a lot of kids who functionally had no parents because one parent would work 2nd shift and one would work 3rd for the extra shift differential pay. They'd be asleep or off doing stuff when the kids were waking up and going to school.
My schools had a lot of kids who were held back one or two years by 8th or 9th grade. Middle school was grades 7/8/9, so we had a handful of kids who drove to 9th grade. One guy who drove to 8th grade had a full on broom mustache and could successfully buy beer over the counter. He was like a folk hero to the rest of us pubescent dorks.
Yet Sherman is the one who claims to hold the hillbilly clout around here...9th grade in middle school makes this make sense.
Sherman is fauxbilly.
Depends. If his dad was rich growing up, you're correct. If his old man hit the big time after he was of voting age, he gets a pass.
If Sherman split wood to heat his house, pulled weeds out of the garden or trudged behind a rototiller, he can have his redneck card. He may very well have been that guy back in the day, 911s and cigars notwithstanding. It does happen. As a matter of fact, his holier-than-thou persona on here almost leads me to believe he did used to be the real thing, and is now trying mightily to disassociate himself from the salt of the earth.
I know I've mentioned this before, but a mate of mine owns a dark purple 1984 Mazda 323 wagon with a 12a Rotary (early RX7 spec) in it.
Yes they're temperamental, but when everything clicks together, nothing is better.
Furthermore, if the rest of car culture was half as cool, inviting, and co-operative as the Classic Rotary scene in New Zealand, car world would be booming indefinitely.
My little corner of car culture is twice as cool, inviting, and cooperative as the Classic Rotary scene in New Zealand and we will heap scorn and derision upon anyone who says different.
With your divine guidance, clearly we will usher in a new golden age for the car world 🙏
A guy in Pacific Northwest rally scene built a rotary powered GLC that was active in local stage rally in thr 80’s and 90’s
https://youtu.be/jBVTk_iEk4k?si=JUONY-y1HkfvPr4M
My mates car is exactly the wagon version of this
"traded it in on the first of my many Mitsubishis, disguised as Mopar vehicles."
Sophomores with new driver's licenses our parents let me and my best friend take his sister's Plymouth Arrow to West Virginia for spring break, our first time away "on our own" (we both had many relatives in the area) staying in an empty trailer up the holler. We visited a lot, his Aunt and Uncle were so tickled they went out into the yard and killed a chicken for supper, but most time was spent in that very tail happy Mitsubishi on the twisty roads of Roane County. If it had a little more horsepower we would surely have hurt ourselves.
When I met my wife she was driving a LeBaron convertible equipped with the 3.0 Mitsubishi v6. That powertrain was the star of that absolute pile of shit. I put valve seals in it when it started smoking. Otherwise it was completely trouble free as the doors sagged, radio quit, and top leaked.
A Dodge Shadow "duster" with the 3.0L hooked to a 5spd with the "power bulge" hood is on my beater wishlist. Common car among the rural kids that went to my highschool, I'm nostalgic for this era of "throwaway" domestic FWD (nowhere as disposable as modern cars, in hindsight).
There is nowhere on the market a car as cool as the 2000-ish dodge avenger coupe. Presumably where Audi got the idea for the A5/S5 coupe 😂
I like the BRZ/FR-S/gt86 twins but none seem to possess this level of panache. The Avenger only needed a bit more power to be a street legend
agreed 100%. Never knew how good we had it with the 90s coupes until we were subjected to modern design. They've got the 420a motor, so with some stronger pistons/rods it should handle boost decently.
I visited Autotrader:
0 for sale nationwide
Yeah, this is gonna take a facebook marketplace crawl.
I'm pretty nostalgic about the Daytonas and what have you from that time period. They were terrible cars, but I have a hard time not buying a non-runner turbo car or v6 model to manual swap. But then self control gets the better of me as I remember working on those when they were maybe 10 years old and them already falling apart.
I'd much rather a CRX Si, Prelude, or a even a brick Volvo wagon. But they have a lot of charm and a good aesthetic.
When I was like 8 years old in the mid 90s, my friend's older brother immigrated from Moscow. This guy was an accomplished gymnast, wore an earring (just on the one ear, which ever was the non-gay one), cool haircut. This guy was Vanilla Ice levels of cool to us. He saved up and bought an 84 ish Challenger, base non turbo 2.2 from what I recall, but with a stick and louvers over the rear deck, blasting Ace of Base lol.
sounds like it was a beautiful life.
I'll let myself out
Actually a really tragic story, the guy got paralyzed from the waist down while practicing gymnastics, cut down in his prime.
My cousin had a red and silver Shadow ES Sedan. 5 year old me thought it was a very cool car. 35 year old me still does.
I was very happy to see Hulkenburg take a podium. He’s a good driver and for him to stick around F1 as long as he has does attest to that. Reading here that the other teams and drivers helped Hulkenburg and Stake celebrate makes a guy feel even better about the long denied podium.
Rain always seems to show who is a great driver in a mediocre car and who is a so-so driver in a great car.
I always love watching a driver who has been racing for a very long time get his first podium, both because it's nice to see hard work and tenacity rewarded and because the other drivers are usually so excited for them. It provides a glimpse of the community these guys are a part of.
On his last lap when Alesi won Canada his tears were hitting the inside of his visor under braking. I may have been crying a little myself.
sounds like what i always say---wide tires ruined racing!
Remember when he was a big deal?. Would have been cool to see him go to Ferrari, with his personal number.
In other news, the Lego trophies were a disgrace. (Apologies if it's already been discussed elsewhere)
Christian Horner is probably the most effective F1 team principal in history. He took a team that was nowhere and turned them into a championship machine that could only be thwarted by the FIA. The question is whether or not he still has the eye for technical talent and the ability to recruit identified technical talent that he did when he built Red Bull. Is the team sinking because of its corporate stated DEI agenda, or because Horner's achievements went to his head? I guess we'll find out when he tries to duplicate Jean Todt's success at Ferrari.
He’d be a good pickup for the Barstool Sportsbook Cadillac F1 Team Powered by Venmo.
I HATE the "powered by" sponsorship verbiage.
You ain't POWERING jack shit!
is that Venmo motor some sort of wild ICE/EV/pixie dust hybrid?
Sorry, can’t hear you over the collapsed lifters.
Did Danny Ric's last name start with "V"? Because he certainly got more second (third and fourth) chances from Horndog than anybody in my recollection.
None of us will ever be privy to if there really is/was an internal power-struggle at RB, but Horndog very much carries himself like a man who long ago came to believe his own press and thought of himself as bigger than his wife, than Newey, or even than Red Bull (the company) itself. The sad fact is that RB dropped the scent and lost the trail sometime in 2023(?), even though the otherworldly talent of Verstappen carried them through 2024.
I suppose it was his treatment of every driver besides Max and Danny Ric that soured me on him. What he did to Lawson was nearly criminal mismanagement.
I hope he lands at Aston. He and old man Stroll deserve each other.
Agreed. Horny seems like a dude who loves the smell of his own shit, and who came to believe that no one else in the world could do his job. Twenty years is a long time. This is a good change for Red Bull regardless of who ends up helming the team, or driving the cars.
Hulk on the podium is the best story of 2025 so far, with Piastri's nascent steely-eyed rocket man persona a close second.
If you're going to wish Horner upon Aston, please wish Alonso upon anyone else. He deserves better than to be subjected to both Stroll and Horner.
That ‘Ring wreck was BRUTAL. Crazy that they both lived through that, especially the Porsche.
Newer cars are terrifyingly good at hiding the physics that will kill you. That buffer lets people get in over their heads thinking the car will continue to behave like an arcade game…right up until no nanny in the world can save you from your own stupidity and your well earned fireball. It’s near “safer” for a car to make you a little nervous vs unwavering confidence imo.
That is how I felt when I test drove a model x on a rainy day. If the software nanny’s failed, it would be a plane wreck.
Per jacks recent article maybe we call it “The McLaren Problem” tho in this case “the track oriented car problem”
[*edited after able to watch film of incident]
Crazy that the new stuff is so powerful people get this far over their heads
This is the RX-2 in question. Summer 1975, driving in NW Ohio. I believe it had BFGoodrich Japanese radial tires too.
https://1drv.ms/i/c/DD320B8D93E13472/EYEgY8pXBnVNjyplr7-eUfkBfp123yaicMlouvdEWFG8lg?e=BHIwCx
Updating the article to include a photo of the real thing!
Awesome photo!
0. Are you indirectly admitting to being a "clown" here?
1. My mom has a long and colorful car history that includes a manual 1973 RX-3 wagon, which was the car I was brought home from the hospital in; the car in which I (four months old) was swaddled with blankets, placed in a dresser drawer, and driven from California to Washington; and, later in its life, the car that became notorious in the neighborhood for loudly backfiring 30-60 seconds after the engine was shut off. It's very hard for me to believe given my early memories of how stinky that car was that it had any emissions benefits whatsoever.
'0. Are you indirectly admitting to being a "clown" here?'
I've done it a dozen or more times and only got penalized once. Never lost pace doing it, either. I'm saying there's a non-clown (but still unsporting) way to do it.
Proust, Senna, Schumacher, Verstappen... all have done non-clown but still unsporting moves. you are in good company.
Didn't know Proust was a venerated racing driver.
I highly recommend his racing memoir, "In Search of Lost Time" or, as the French know it, "À la recherche du temps perdu."
That actually works great as a racing title! Hope there's not too much gay French stuff in there.
Its actually about servicing women, thus the business about "the taste of Madeline."
😁
RX-2’s and RX-3’s made cool rally cars. There wasn’t a deer within 20 miles of a special stage in the woods.
https://youtu.be/8e-3bK0ES2A?si=s9d5rC4x92LUgmX9
That’s a blast! Definitely not a car to go hunting in….
Yes that is an odd claim. The Wankel has always been notoriously dirty and loud and an oil burner besides and isn't in production today mostly for those reasons.
Thirsty too.
The figures I have been quoted for RX-8 mileage are astonishing. I can’t make them make sense
makes even less sense when some people chose an automatic over a manual when rotaries are gutless at low rpm but some people dont understand rotaries or that modern piston engines are fine at high rpm
To understand the claim you have to understand what form of emissions was being outlawed. They are pretty bad by default for unburned hydrocarbons, but the emissions laws at the time didn't care about that. Those laws were completely focused on smog. Before the three way catalytic converter the only ways to deal with smog were to reduce compression, or go rotary. So rotary engines were the future and Mazda was way ahead of the competition. Right up until the laws started caring about the other things coming out the tailpipe.
Siigghhhh
*opens marketplace to look at old Mazdas*
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Wow they're really quite rare if you're looking for an RX-<7.
Roadkill had/has a long-running bit looking for a rotary mini-truck(s) but I don't think they have found one yet.
Seeing as roadkill proper is officially dead, I wonder if those guys still care? I did see one in my search today but it was an utter pile.
I know that everything on TV is scripted but having seen Tony Angelo's video about his audition consisting of being quizzed at a swap meet I imagine that the ideas for the episodes were at least "based on a true story" so I choose to believe that Finnegan at least is still keeping an eye out.
He may well be! I really doubt FriedBurger could care less about another REPU though.
They definitely tried to create a "story" with their shows but I don't think they ever had set scripts. Sometimes the story lines were thought of after the fact and then they edited the footage to reflect those decisions in the final episode.
At least that was my understanding of their productions.
My first vehicle was a 1975 Mazda Rotary pickup. Oddly popular 1980s high school vehicle in the Pacific Northwest (as were all the late 1970s mini-trucks). Mine was one of three in the school parking lot (two yellow, one white). Odd truck even by Mazda standards. Was floored to see one go for more than $30k on BaT last month.
I'll stick with my terrorist-spec digital Casio thank you very much!
Great watch, it’s my go-to for when I’m worried about my watch getting hung up on something. The only downside is how short the strap is. I recently ordered an adapter so I can put a NATO on it.
I was a photographer at a vintage race in Louden, NH where I was witness to an RX2 absolutely battling it out with a similar vintage Camaro. It honestly looked just like the one in your photo. Wonder if it was the same car. Those things could really hustle.
Loudon
Ha! Thanks for the correction!
Oh, wow! I dragged an RX-2 out of a field almost 20 years ago, with a hope of resto-modding it with friends. The original engine was bust, but the body was still in reasonably good shape.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Had to move 1500 miles for work, and was never able to get back to it.