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Poor guy...Comment
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??Magnus, I am your father. You need to ask your mother about a man named Calvin Klein.Comment
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!!!!Magnus, I am your father. You need to ask your mother about a man named Calvin Klein.Comment
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How did I get brought in to the tags of this thread?Comment
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?'>.Magnus, I am your father. You need to ask your mother about a man named Calvin Klein.Comment
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Dude, you haven't hit 430 once. GTFOComment
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Yep, what a sad showing.Originally posted by Denny View PostOriginally posted by BroncojohnnyComment
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Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn't know. 'Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent, huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like 'ol squares in battle like uh, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark goes to the nearest man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces. Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, Bosun's Mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.Comment
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Late to the game on this thread but at the NASA National Championships in 2009 at Miller Motorsport Park I was having brake fade issues due to the high altitude and lack of air to cool the brakes. Was boiling Castrol SRF with decent brake cooling ducts. Was glowing the rotors at 11am and have some pretty awesome pictures of it.
Second qual race on Friday I was sitting in 4th overall and nursing the brake pedal A LOT. End of the 4000' straight I went for the brakes at about 140mph and it went to the floor. There was some pumping, puckering and down shifting going on but thankfully there is a lot of room before the tire wall beyond T1. I was able to slide the car a little and change direction away from the wall and then found the drainage ditch...cleared it and ripped the nose/splitter off the car. Took a full day to put the car back together and the "dirt" out there is about like corn starch. It was everywhere. even behind the tail lights and the body. Took hours to hose it all out.
Suffice to say, the next upgrade I made was to MUCH larger brakes. I also have this adventure on video somewhere.....
This GT500 while lucky, did about the worst think you could do. Had he not bled the speed he would have hit the wall sideways and probably had a broken neck or dead. Always best to go into a hard object straight....NOT sideways.Comment
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