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Again a model built in few hours, this time mostly because someone said that it is impossible to do the panoramic windscreen in this scale - so naturally, I had to check if this is true.
Not that I am satisfied by the rest of the car anyway... they're just not my thing ;)
Can you guess which one did I try to make?
Photographed at the 2010 International Route 66 Mother Road Festival in Springfield, Illinois on September 24-26, 2010.
Please visit my collection of Motor Vehicles on Flickr where you will find over 10,000 car and truck photos organized in albums by model year, manufacturer, vehicle type, and more. This project, which began in 2008, continues to expand with new material added daily.
Photographed at the International Station Wagon Club Annual Convention in Springfield, Illinois on June 23-27, 2015.
Please visit my collection of Motor Vehicles on Flickr where you will find over 10,000 car and truck photos organized in albums by model year, manufacturer, vehicle type, and more. This project, which began in 2008, continues to expand with new material added daily.
Photo taken in Kungsholmstorg at Gärdesloppet, or Prins Bertil Memorial, Stockholm, Sweden.
Driver: Nils Lindh.
Edward M. Murphy of the Pontiac Buggy Company began producing Oakland cars in 1908. On April 9, 1909, Oakland was purchased by General Motors, which had been organized just seven months earlier. Under GM, Oakland became an upper-medium priced car that sold well during the teens and into the 1920s.
In 1926, Oakland started building the lower-priced Pontiac as a 'companion car.' The relatively inexpensive 6-cylinder Pontiac was an immediate success and quickly overshadowed the more costly Oakland. The last Oakland was built in 1931. More than one million Oaklands had been produced by that time.
All 1929 Pontiacs and Oaklands featured a chrome divider bar that vertically split their radiators visually.
The Oakland Sedan listed for $1,245 - about one-third more than a comparable Pontiac. Its 117-inch wheelbase was seven inches longer than the 1929 Pontiac. Oakland production for 1929 totaled 50,693 cars.
www.conceptcarz.com/vehicle/z15621/Oakland-All-American-S...
A landaulet or landaulette is a car body style similar to a limousine, but with the passenger section covered by a convertible top. It was based on a carriage of similar style that was a cut-down (coupé) version of a landau. Landaulets are usually used by public figures in formal processions. (Wikipedia)
Gärdesloppet, or Prins Bertil Memorial:
Prince Bertil Memorial takes place each year in Stockholm, Sweden, in honour of Prince Bertil, uncle to Sweden's King Carl XVI Gustaf. The Prince was a race-car driver in the 1930s, using the pseudonym "Monsieur Adrian" to placate his disapproving father, later King Gustaf VI Adolf. Prince Bertil continued to act in the monarchy's best interests by forgoing marriage to his British girlfriend, Lilian Craig. Under Swedish law, which has since been changed, such a union with a commoner would have rendered him ineligible to serve as regent, should the need have arisen, to Carl Gustaf, son of Prince Bertil's deceased older brother. The Prince finally married the patient Lilian in 1976, three years after nephew Carl Gustaf was safely on the throne.
For the second time in 15 minutes, a ferry leaves Vaxholm with only emergency vehicles aboard.
This ferry - Castella - was built in 1980 by Lunde varv & mekaniska verkstad. It can carry 398 passsengers and 50 cars. LOA 77 m, beam 13.7 m, draft 3.5 m, speed 10 knots.
Mercedes Sprinter Command Vehicle of the MOD Police Special Escort Group. Thanks to Chief Inspector Richard Wilcocks and PC Don McLain and Team.
The Renault 12 was presented in October 1969 at the Paris motor show, and modified in 1975.
1289cc,
860 kg.
Renault 12 production in France: 1969-1980 (in some other countries under license till 2001).
Deventer, Mr. H.F. de Boerlaan, Nov. 11, 2012.
© 2012 Sander Toonen Amsterdam | All Rights Reserved
Milford Police Department, Delaware
Ford Crown Victoria
Vehicle #5106
K-9 Unit
Picture Date: 07/03/2015
A Milford P.D. K-9 unit sits parked at a red light within Milford town limits.
In my story about my bad fall where I couldn't get up for two hours, this is where I scooted to in order to have some leverage that might help me get up off the ground. This is where Rose thought it was play time on the ground, and the chickens thought I was lunch. I'll mark some notes on some of the things in the picture. I'll be adding a copy of my true story here in a short while. It is with each photo in this set; so no matter which picture you click on you can read the story.
A longer true story than my usual ones is below the row of asterisks.
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FALL OCCURRED IN THE SPRING
That’s right; fall occurred in the spring of 2012. Not the kind of fall like a beautiful autumn, but the kind of fall like Humpty Dumpty. The “splat” type of fall, which must have been painful for him. Mine was surely painful for me.
Let me digress a bit. I already have severe arthritis in both of my knees. I was very close to having the Orthopedic Physician’s Assistant refer me to the Orthopedist for knee replacements. The assistant had already seen me for seven to nine visits or so, and a series of Orthovisc® shots, which did not help me. I understand they are a great help to some people, but I wasn‘t one of them. He told me something I was completely unaware of. He said my teeth were bad, which is true. I have upper dentures and only one real tooth in my mouth. The bottom teeth except the one I just mentioned are all rotted away. They didn’t rot completely away; there are still parts of them in and below the gum line. He said they would all have to be surgically extracted before I could have knee replacements done. I asked him, “What do my teeth have to do with my knees?” He said infection can easily set in the rotten teeth and go to the knee or cause problems with my heart, major problems like death. Thus the reader can understand how I arrived at the title for my photo set about my hospital stay…The Knee Bone’s Connected to the Jaw Bone, Huh?
I have been walking around with very painful knees for quite awhile now, and I cannot afford the $1,600 to $2,000 to have my teeth surgically extracted. I already paid a dentist $180 for an appointment and a Panaray® X-Ray, over a year ago, just thinking it would be nice to finally get some lower dentures too. I never did get them. He split town, taking or disposing of his equipment and his files and x-rays. That $180 is long gone for me. I cannot even recover that old x-ray. Even if I did recover it, some new dentist would probably say it was out of date.
Medicare, which I am on, will pay for the two knee replacements, but here is the rub. They will not pay for dental. I have been in a surgical limbo with all the free pain I can stand.
That is the background information probably needed for this little story to be understood. There will be some OMG moments and some laughter. If it were a TV show, they would probably advertise, “You’ll Laugh; You’ll Cry; You’ll Sell Your Chickens; You’ll Call Your Congressman, and You’ll No Doubt Charge Your Cell Phone!”
That brings us to Thursday the 15th of March, 2012. (Beware the Ides of March). My daughter called to see if I could and would watch Rose all day Friday the 16th , as she had forgotten that she had signed up to be chaperone for her daughter, Anna Leigh’s, school field trip. It was going to be quite a bit out of town, the other direction from where I live. It was to be a special day. I wanted to be their hero; so I said sure. Some of you have seen Rose, the Hungarian Vizsla puppy among my photos. Rose is beautiful and young, and strong, and undisciplined and should probably be named Wild Rose. I love her, but she is a major handful. I had already watched her for 8 days while they went on a trip out of state, got one day off and then volunteered to do Friday the 16th.
Rose isn’t housebroken yet; so I took her out several times to encourage her to go outside. I was alone as far as other humans, and my daughter and granddaughter were about 60 miles away, on a school bus and then museum field trip. I live about 60 miles the other way from their home. It had been raining off and on and the ground and grass and driveway and mud were all pretty wet. My other trips outside with Rose that morning had been fine. I only had a thin shirt on, no extra shirt or jacket. I did not think I would be out in the yard very long.
Rose pulled on the leash too exuberantly, as she does often (she is five and a half months old, and has had puppy obedience training, but is in dire need of more of it). I slipped on a muddy and grassy slope. My right leg went out in front of me, and I fell on my rear end. My left leg folded underneath my thigh and toward my rear, and my weight, which is a lot, crunched it. It was bent backward way further than a knee is supposed to bend. I screamed bloody murder. I was afraid to even try to get up, as I thought I had probably torn a ligament or two.
Rose thought it was play time and was all over me. There was not a thing in sight that would give me any leverage to hold me up or to help me get up. I sat and I pondered what to do. My daughter and Anna Leigh would not be home for nearly 6 more hours. I thought, well I’ll just call 911 (the emergency number where we live). Wrong! No cell phone with me. It was inside their house, being charged up; ironically so it would be ready when I needed it.
I tried yelling for help. Nothing! A neighbor about a half an acre away, was mowing, and every time the mower cut off, I tried screaming for help. He must have had headphones on or something. Cars would drive by on the road way down the driveway, and I would yell, but no one had their windows down on that day. Did you know that when you have upper dentures and no lower ones, and you yell really hard, that it blows the upper dentures right out of your mouth? When I tried to hang onto them to keep them in my mouth, I was unable to cry out very loudly. I just thought I would throw that little trivia in. I didn’t know until that day.
I knew I couldn’t make it back in the house. There were too many upward slopes and an exposed aggregate patio and a few stairs. The front of the house was even worse, as it had more stairs. I looked down the driveway and saw a vehicle which had some metal protrusions, on the order of spare tire holder or something like that. I decided to try to scoot on my rear down to that metal thing. I thought perhaps it would give me leverage to get up. Rose thought that it was great fun to romp on and around me.
I thought the four chickens would be afraid to come around Rose. No, they are not very intelligent. They came right up to me and Rose and started pecking on me. I had never been pecked on by chickens before, and there I was on the ground with no help and Rose alternating between trying to attack the chickens and trying to play with me. Rose’s playfulness sort of resembles an attack, anyway. I scooted faster, much faster.
There was a light rain, but it was getting a little heavier. There was also a dusting of snow mixed with the rain. I was wondering how long it would take to get Exposure. I was wondering about Shock also. Can a person who has Exposure or Shock know that they have it? Ominous looking clouds were blowing quickly toward me. It was 1:30 P. M. when I fell. I didn’t have my phone, but I had my watch.
I scooted methodically toward the vehicle closest to me. I think it was about 100 feet. I got to it, and thought if worse came to worse with the weather, I could roll under the back of it. I did not relish thought of cold dark ground and spiders, but thought it might be better to risk them than the weather. I saw some wide strapping tape on the spare tire, which was loose. I didn’t want to risk hoisting myself up on the spare and its frame, as it was quite loose. But I took the tape and wrapped it around the metal thing that was separate from the spare tire things, and made it softer for my arm to lean on. I tried to prop myself up. No use; I fell back down. Not enough leverage. I put Rose’s leash handle on the trailer hitch. I didn’t want to just let her run free and maybe get hit by a car.
I tried again to get up and made it to both knees. It hurt so badly I went back down again. I noticed the license plate on the vehicle renewed on the ninth month of 2011. That said 911. I thought, “Oh yeah right, you inanimate license plate. Go ahead and taunt me! You know I can’t call 911.” I got a chuckle out of my own joke, and gave myself a figurative pat on the back for being resourceful about trying to get up.
I tried again. I got on both knees but the right one was in gravel that really hurt. Then I thought which knee should I put forward and which one should I try to rise on. I tried one, and it didn’t seem as if it would work so I tried the other way. That wasn’t the right way either. Finally I tried the first way again. I told myself on the count of three I would stand up, even if it hurt excruciatingly, I would scream but I would still get up. False start! Down again! I tried again and got up. I was standing!
Now was the problem of how to go anywhere, not knowing if my left knee would buckle at any time. I thought I had to try. I spotted my own truck further down the driveway, and decided to try to make it to it. I walked between two vehicles very carefully and slowly and got to my truck. I unlocked it with the remote key which I had in my pocket. After 11 years of driving it, the seat is pretty well conformed to me; so I didn’t have to bend my knees to sit down in it. I just leaned into the seat and put my relatively good right leg in. It was painful to bend my left knee to get it in the truck, but I did. Rose was still tied to a trailer hitch further back in the yard, but she was safe.
I looked at my watch. It was 3:30 P. M. It took me two hours to stand up and to get to some degree of safety and warmth. I could drive, as my truck is automatic. I drove down the road to a house that Anna had pointed out was where a schoolmate lived. I thought I could ask them to go in my daughter’s house and get my cell phone for me. There was a very large barking dog in the driveway, and no sign of humans, and the mother of the schoolmate has never even met me. I decided to go back to Jennifer’s home.
I found a cane in my truck that a charity, a different one than the one later in my story, had given me a few months ago. It is not a very sturdy one, but better than nothing. I did not use it on a regular basis. I used the hook end of it to fetch a large stick lying near the driveway (larger than a normal hiking stick). I pulled it to me, and stood back up out of the truck and used the big stick and the cane and balanced against two vehicles, and decided to try to get back in the house. I did. I got in the recliner and pulled a blanket up over me and slept until they got home.
After they got home, we all decided to go to the nearest Emergency room. It was a Friday night by then, and no normal doctor’s hours. We went to one closest to them, but it was still about 27 miles or so. They checked me out and did an x-ray. I told the Physician’s assistant nurse type lady about my knee history. She was fun and nice and caring and a little bit of a comedienne. She said that my left knee was really “ratty” looking on the x-ray. I laughed, because I’m sure it was. I have just never, in all my doctor visits ever had a nurse refer to one of my body parts as “ratty”. I suspect it is not a medical term. They said I sprained my knee, and gave me some medical records to take up to the emergency room (or my doctor) closer to where I live, seventeen miles from my home, the other direction from Jen & Anna. I wanted to be closer to the doctors and hospital that I know. I was given a prescription similar to Vicodin. Someone kindly pointed out that Walgreen’s was visible about a block away and their drive-thru was open. At that point I was still getting around by hobbling and by leaning on Jennifer. So I sat in a chair and she and Anna and Rose drove over to Walgreen’s . It seems as if it took a long time for them get the prescription filled.
While I was sitting there waiting, a employee came out to the lobby with clipboard in hand and asked if I were the lady with an injured knee. I replied that I was. She said, OK, come with me and we’ll have you see a triage. I thought it odd that I had already been seen and now they wanted to start all over again. I told her I had already been seen and x-rayed and all. It turned out there was another lady in the waiting room with an injured knee. It probably would have blown the Physician’s Assistant’s mind if I had played dumb and gone through everything again, and then told her when she looked shocked, “I’m coming through again; and this time don’t call my knee “ratty! Funny to imagine, but not a good idea.
Finally, my daughter and granddaughter returned to the hospital waiting room. Jennifer had forgotten her checkbook. So back they went and then it turned out, Jennifer couldn’t sign for my prescription, and she didn‘t have my insurance information. Thus, we all drove back over there. I was in line ahead of Jen‘s car. I told the pharmacist that my window did not go down well on the driver’s side, and I could not reach the pills in the drawer. So I would give him paperwork and cards he needed, but to please leave the pills themselves in the slide-out drawer. I said my daughter was right behind me and her window worked; and she would pick them up with my permission. Walgreen’s closed at 10 P. M. and it was about 9:57 P. M. Finally she got the pain pills in the drawer, but when we got out of Walgreen’s I flagged her down to stop and be sure to give me the pills to have with me before we forgot. Jennifer got them and handed them over to me. We laughed about how, at that time of night, it looked for the entire world like some sort of illegal drug deal.
We tried to go out for dinner, and the restaurant we chose put the closed sign in their front window as we were approaching. That always makes one feel so welcome, not!
Saturday, I rested, and then Sunday they took me to Good Samaritan Regional Medical Center. I had called my normal doctor, and he was out of the country (probably on some Doctors without Borders type thing). He participates in many good will efforts. The doctor filling in for him said to go to the Emergency Room. So I did, and they did an MRI, and I had torn the meniscus in my left knee. I ended up in the hospital for 8 days. No surgery was done to repair anything, because of the dental situation. But I got a walker, and some really nice nurses and physical therapy. I saw all kinds of doctors, and Home Health care people, and Senior and Disabled specialists. They must have taken my blood pressure 100 times, it seems. They always seem surprised that it is very good.
Anna Leigh, who is seven years old, threw a coin in the Hospital Fountain and made good wishes for me. She is such a sweetie. My daughter helped to clean up my place so when I went home the walker would fit through the rooms. I don’t know what I do without Jen and Anna. The first few days out of the hospital, I taught Anna how to play Monopoly, and she and Jennifer and I also did puzzles. There were some quality family moments. At one point I was eating a chip or cracker of some kind with my right hand, and trying to place a puzzle piece with my left hand. I got absentminded and stuck the puzzle piece in my mouth. I realized what I had done because the food tasted like cardboard. I took it out of my mouth. Anna about went into hysterics over it. I was laughing too. Anna’s Daddy called Jen about that time, and wanted to know what the laughter was all about. Anna wrote a note to show her Mom so her Mom could tell her Dad what happened. She spelled it phonetically, as she is only in first grade. I think she does really well, but Jen and I cracked up over how much Anna was laughing and over what she wrote. She wrote, “My grandmuther ate a pussel pees.” It looked substantially nastier than it was. Jen and I were cracking up about the note. Anna thought we were still laughing about the event itself, not the note. In any case, we all had some great belly laughs. Since the belly bone is no doubt connected to the brain bone and the knee bone, I think it was very healthy for us.
At first a physical therapist helped me in the hospital with a walker and with some small steps. After a few days, I could roam around the hallways on my own with the walker. At that point I took my camera. As I was practicing with my walker I took a number of pictures. I tried very hard to only shoot artsy type things and nothing about any patients or doctors that would invade their privacy. I had a bulletin board in my room just about me. I wrote “Exemplary Patient Award” on the comments. I wanted to see if it would make the nurses laugh. I thought it was funny to give myself an award. I enjoy making people laugh. I was curious if they would erase it, but it was still there when I was discharged.
I graduated from the walker to a cane yesterday. A home health physical therapist came to see how I was doing, and brought me a very colorful cane. I like it. It suits me, and it is brand new. There is a charity in my area called Love, Inc. I don’t know if it is just local or nationwide. Anyway, they gave him the cane to bring to me. Really super! Of course, I need to take a photo of it, and add it to this set. I’ll probably do that in the daylight.
I am still in surgical limbo, but a charity is going to come out and install grab bars on my shower, and still another charity will build up my recliner (which I sleep in) with a platform so it will be easier to get in and out of. It was suggested that I donate enough to cover the cost of the supplies but not the labor. I will probably make a donation, but I haven’t decided how much yet. I’m going to call my Congressman to see if something can be done about covering some dental procedures. I know him personally. He collects vintage cars, and has at least one Dodge and well over 10 Buicks. When I had a hubcap store, he would drop by and buy hubcaps for some of them. We would chat about politics, and automobiles, and high rent, etc. He probably won‘t be able to help, but I feel I have to try. Not just for me, but for a multitude of people.
I’ll close with a quote, although I don’t know who said it, “Be True to your Teeth and they will Never be False to You.” and “That is the Tooth, the whole Tooth, and Nothing but the Tooth.”
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43017 leads an InterCity 125 Paddington to Cheltenham service through Standish Junction. Back in 1932 the "Cheltenham Spa Express", the fastest scheduled train in the world, was hauled by a "Castle" from Cheltenham to Paddington in 57 minutes, averaging 81 mph.
14 August 1985
Photographed at the Early Ford V-8 Club of America 2014 Central National Meet in Springfield, Illinois on August 19-22, 2014.
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Broward County Sheriff's Office, Florida
Dodge Challenger
Vehicle #6308
Picture Date: 05/13/2013
This Dodge Challenger is owned by the Broward County Sheriffs Office in Florida. It was spotted in Washington D.C. during Police Week 2013.
A little bit of Italy, in rural Warwickshire!
Saw this beautiful badboy trundling down the street and when the owner pulled up for a Cup of Tea, I pounced!
It was once seen to be the reddest Apple in Ferrari's eye, a car that would paint the roads of the world in their legendary colour, but even nearly 30 years after the first ones slipped out of the Modena factory in 1987, this car is still an icon, a symbol, something every aspiring soul once pined for. It could only be the Ferrari F40!
Being the last car to be personally approved by Ferrari founder Enzo Ferrari before his death in 1988, Ferrari desired a car that would be their perfect birthday present, with a planned release date on the company's 40th anniversary since it's founding in 1947. It also had pretensions of becoming the world's fastest production car, something that could rival their Teutonic neighbours to the north, Porsche, and their 959.
Design was given to Leonardo Fioravanti of Pininfarina, who produced something truly spectacular in terms of styling, with crisp lines and space-age corners complimented by smooth, wind-tunnel curves. The car was indeed a staple of the brash 1980's of which it quickly became a figurehead. Power came from an enlarged, 2.9L version of the previous Ferrari 288 GTO's twin IHI turbocharged V8 developing 478hp. The F40 did without a catalytic converter until 1990 when US regulations made them a requirement for emissions control reasons. The flanking exhaust pipes guide exhaust gases from each bank of cylinders while the central pipe guides gases released from the wastegate of the turbochargers. Engines with catalytic converters bear F120D code.
The F40's light weight of 2,425lb and high power output gave the vehicle tremendous performance potential. 0-60 came in 3.8 seconds, with a top speed of 201mph, making it the first road-legal car to break the 200mph mark. Between 1987 and 1989 the car was the world's fastest production car, beating the Porsche 959 and the Lamborghini Countach. It was eventually knocked from it's prestigious perch by the Bugatti EB110 GT.
Launched in 1987, the car was an immediately lauded for its beautiful design, incredible power and superb performance. At the time it was the fastest, most powerful, and most expensive car that Ferrari sold to the public. At a quoted price of $400,000, it wasn't long before those eccentric and expensive millionaires began paying over the odds to get themselves specialized, custom versions of this mean machine, with some cars selling in excess of $1.6 million!
But behind the legend, the F40 does have a number of faults, chiefly that problem that is inherent to all Supercars, the fact that you'll never be able to enjoy them! In Lehman's terms, you'll probably never reach that provocative 201mph, especially not on the public highway if you know what's good for you or anyone else sharing the road with you! Using the Clutch is an ordeal in itself, it being so heavy it's like it was set in concrete! Turning is also very heavy, and it's low ride-height means you can't simply just Mount-the-Curb when you need to do a three-point turn, which you will inevitably have to, and be sure to have all the local Petrol Stations mapped out before you set off because at 8mpg, this car doesn't just drink fuel, it positively gorges itself on it!
Aside from those problems Supercar's all suffer from, there's a reason why the F40 weighs in at a measly 2,425lb, there's practically nothing in it! Usually, when developing Supercars, the idea is to provide luxury in addition to the almighty amounts of power, usually with Leather Seats, Carbon Fibre trim and all the latest creature comforts such as advanced Stereo systems, Cruise Control, etc. For the F40, Ferrari decided to scrap every single little bit of luxury in favour of light weight, as the car doesn't come with a Radio, or Cruise Control, or Carbon Fibre trim, it doesn't even have any Carpets! It does however come with a Fire Extinguisher underneath the Passenger seat, something that would certainly inspire confidence in me! Combine that with the fact that it's got panel gaps so large you could drive a bus through them, and you see that the F40 is certainly a beautiful car to look at, but not exactly one you'd want to own!
Nevertheless, by the time production ended in 1992, Ferrari had sold 1,315 F40's to customers all across the world, and even today it still commands legendary status and a place in many people's favourite car of all time lists. Top Gear's Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond (back when they were Top Gear's Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond) have both lauded the car as the ultimate symbol of the 1980's in automotive circles, even making it to Number 11 on Clarkson's list of Top 100 cars from the first century of motoring. At one point they even pitted it against its eternal rival, the Porsche 959, with their desired race being brought to an abrupt halt when the F40 failed to start, and the 959 suffered issues with the Turbo!
Either way, today an F40 will happily turn every head that it goes near because it truly is a beautiful machine. Although Ferrari would attempt to rival such a feat 3 years later with the F50, and again with the Enzo Ferrari, the F40 is still that machine that most people associate as the true Ferrari machine, as well as the ultimate Supercar!
2 First Rusholme Vehicles awaiting service at there newly Acquired depot. Still displaying 'Cared for by Queens Road' logos where they incidentally have never been.
Photographed at the 2014 International Route 66 Mother Road Festival in Springfield, Illinois on September 26-28, 2014.
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New York Police Department, New York
Chevrolet Impala
Vehicle #3482
Picture Date: 12/27/2014
A NYPD Chevrolet Impala passes by after the funeral service of Officer Ramos. Officer Ramos of the NYPD was shot and killed in the line of duty.
This vehicle is equipped with a Federal Signal Vector lightbar and L.P.R.'s on the trunk.
West Midlands Ambulance Service [5122] | Rapid Response Vehicle 5122 | Skoda Octavia | YC13 FEH onscene to a drunken and disorderly male one Thursday morning on Broad St in Birmingham, UK
To see a video of this onscene and responding, click here.
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Thankyou to all emergency services!!!
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Here's a tidy Saab 900, a two door two so a bit more unusual. This one had quite a nice colour too. One of 31 licensed of this spec, with 11 from 1986.
The vehicle details for C867 HJO are:
Date of Liability 01 07 2014
Date of First Registration 28 05 1986
Year of Manufacture 1986
Cylinder Capacity (cc) 1985cc
CO₂ Emissions Not Available
Fuel Type PETROL
Export Marker N
Vehicle Status Licence Not Due
Vehicle Colour BLUE
Vehicle Type Approval Not Available
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The Morgan Aero 8 is a sports car designed and built by Morgan Motor Company at its factory in Malvern Link, England (an area of Malvern in Worcestershire).
The Aero 8 is notable for several reasons, primarily because it is the first new Morgan design since 1948. It does not use anti-roll bars, an oddity in a modern sporting car. It is also the first Morgan vehicle with an aluminum chassis and frame as opposed to traditional Morgan vehicles ("trads") that have an aluminium skinned wooden body tub on a steel chassis.
The engine first powering the Aero 8 was a 4400 cc V8 built by BMW mated to a 6-Speed Getrag transmission. In 2008, the Aero 8 will have the 4.8 BMW engine with an optional automatic transmission. All Aero 8s are assembled at Morgan's Malvern Link factory, where they are able to produce up to 14 cars a week (Aeros and trads).
It has been criticized for its "crosseyed" look which originally was justified by the manufacturers as conferring aerodynamic benefits. In response, Morgan changed the design for 2007 and later cars to a front end design based on the Morgan Aeromax, using Mini rather than VW New Beetle headlights.
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26-12-2014 - NetJets Europe, Hawker Beechcraft Hawker 750.
Arrived a short while ago from Bern.
Info:
Aircraft was built in 2008 and carried the test reg. N3206V. It was delivered to NetJets in July 2008.
C/n - HB-6
16th July 2014.
Trevor Wigley & Son Volvo FM Recovery vehicle YN58DBZ.
Pensnett garage, Pensnett trading estate, Kingswinford, West Midlands.
Seen in the rear yard at Pensnett garage, Trevor Wigley recovery truck is awaiting to take West Midlands Travel Limited Mercedes-Benz O405N 1658 - T658FOB for it's final journey. The driver was prepping 1658 by winding off brakes and removing the contract tyres.
Image Copyright D.J.Ralley 2014.
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Another Kearseys vehicle, KGK813 was a ex LT RTL (RTL149) dating from 1949 which was purchased from LT in 1959 . It is here passing Cheltenham Spa Station on a misty 24/4/70.
The Ferrari 458 Italia is a mid-engined sports car produced by the Italian sports car manufacturer Ferrari. The 458 Italia replaces the Ferrari F430. The 458 Italia was officially unveiled at the 2009 Frankfurt Motor Show on 15 September 2009.
The 458 Italia is powered by a 4.5 L V8 engine derived from a shared Ferrari/Maserati design, producing 570 hp at 9,000 rpm (redline) and 540 N·m at 6,000 rpm with 80% torque available at 3,250 rpm. The engine features direct fuel injection, which is a first for Ferrari mid-rear engine setups in its road cars.
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This vehicle is the only example of it's type within Stagecoach Manchester
Seen working out of Middleton depot on their 112 service.
This is an early example of it's type, and was initially used for evaluation by Stagecoach, originally being numbered 80001 (Ex Transbus Demonstrator) and renumbered upon being retained as a permanent fleet member.
Vehicles from Exercise 'Flipper' at Carbisdale Castle, Sutherland. 28th + 29th March 2009
Nissan Patrol, Renault Master and Nissan Navara Trek D/c Dci
copyright Derek Gordon / British Red Cross
The 1992 Roadster Concept from Ace Automotive was an experiment in subcompact sports car design and construction. Ace, a French company, wanted to compete with the sudden influx of Asian-made small cars into Europe. While the Roadster Concept never entered production, it influenced the style of Ace vehicles in the coming decades.
The Roadster was a functional concept, sporting rear wheel drive and a 4-cylinder engine in the back of the car over the rear axle, leaving the hood space up front free for a small trunk. As a result of the car's light weight and RWD/rear engine alignment, the car was very quick off the line, but the lack of weight in the front resulted in a tendency for the car to understeer and perform poorly in slick conditions unless the front was weighted down.
The visual styling of the image is intended to evoke the show style of the early 1990s. Concept cars were usually photographed either outside in daylight in front of impressive natural features, or inside in very high-glitz environments, the latter of which I'm emulating. The serif font reflects typographical styles of the day. The car's style is a lot more TLG-official than I usually do, but I'm quite pleased with the product.
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More photos to come after I edit them! It's nice to be back to Lego stuff. :)
East Kent 7575 (575RKJ) a Ld PDR1/MCW which was new or Maidstone & District parked up at Kent Road Garage Cheriton on 22nd May 1982 and seen on the M&D and EK Bus Club Tour
Photographed at the Early Ford V-8 Club of America 2014 Central National Meet in Springfield, Illinois on August 19-22, 2014.
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