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The second edition of "Driven A Woman's Rally" 2017, which was held in Bengaluru city and more than 200 teams participated.
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Driven like 20km Backside the main road of Dubai and inside the desert, that’s what you see in the middle of nowhere; a real size model (From Plywood) for a new coming project! What is it? No clue.
1969 Ferrari 365 GTB driven by David Hinton in Group 4B at the 2017 Rolex Monterey Motorsports Reunion.
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{Ribbons} Nest Bed
-Copy/Mod
-4 LI.
-6 Custom Static Poses; for sitting, laying & sleeping
-Menu driven blanket with up/down/off positions & access menu.
-Includes 13 solid textures for; base, bumper, skirt, bow, pillow, pillow trim, star, moon, blanket & blanket trim.
-MyStory compatible; 3.0% Energy & 2.0% Happiness
-Additional blanket texture patterns sold separately.
* Extended Info*
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*++Disclaimers++*
-Always save a copy in your inventory before resizing, or editing!
-Dont change the name of the prims, because it will ruin the texture change hud, the hud needs the name of the prim to know which ones to change the texture of.
-The Bed was made and posed using the Toddleedoo Fitted Chubby body with Shrinkeedoo enabled, so poses and Bed size may need to be adjusted to fit your avatar.
∘{Pose}:
When you first sit in the bed a pose menu will come up to select your pose, you can cycle through them with this menu and also adjust and save your positions! once you click out of the menu you can bring it up again by clicking on the bed, or standing up and sitting back down again.
there are 6 custom static poses!
∘{Blanket Position Feature}:
-There are 3 blanket position options; Up, Down & Off.
-Click on the bed while its rezzed on the ground, or while you are sitting to select the position (*Note that accessing this menu while sitting will also activate the pose menu as well.)
-Down - Blanket is down and laying over the top of the bed.
-Up - Idea for sleeping or covering yourself while sitting.
-Off - completely removes the blanket.
∘{Access Menu}:
You can choose an access level for your blanket position, to where you (owner) only have the ability to change it, or Everyone, so that a friend or caretaker can tuck you in. to access these option, Left click and hold down your mouse click for 5 seconds before letting go, and the access menu will pop up. (*Note that accessing this menu while sitting will also activate the pose menu as well.)
∘{Texture Change}:
There are 13 texture for the base, bumper, skirt, bow, pillow, pillow trim, star, moon, blanket & blanket trim.
wear (add) the hud to change the textures and mix and match to fit your style or home!
There are also Add-On huds available with patterns for the blanket. Included in the package for this bed, you will only get solid color options.
Available at Roselline Kids Event April 25th 2024
This car seemed to be full of children, even the driver looked far too young to be driving (or am I just getting middle aged?)! The car is a four seater 1904 Darracq.
The London to Brighton Veteran Car Run is for cars that were made in 1905 or before. It's run on the first Sunday in November each year (this year is its 80th running), and covers 60 miles of southern England.
MARS MAPS MUD
MUD | Market-driven Unintentional Development
The city: man’s greatest invention, or clumsy byproduct of civilization? China’s historic building frenzy is a hallmark of man’s dominance over the landscape. With speed and efficacy its urban spaces have been planned and then built, rolling out the modern cityscapes that are shaping our future. However, observing the outcome of three decades of flash urbanization reveals a disturbing reality. While every block is meticulously planned, the resulting urban form is not. The amorphous cities printed on these tables undermine the staunch belief we have control over the urbanization process.
Through GIS data we traced the footprints of eight urban clusters for the year 2000, and their expansion by 2010. The resulting patterns are wholly unintentional, revealing an organic logic at best. Moreover, the speed of their expansion has outpaced any strategy to streamline development: in ten short years Shanghai has doubled its built-up area. As the periphery merges with countryside, eluding planners in it wake, the profession finds itself in crisis. The urban edges fragmented, activities scattered, these oozing entities defy the very notion of the city. Set against the backdrop of China’s goal for new ecocities, this raises a fundamental question: if we cannot plan our cities, how do we plan ecocities?
Part of the upcoming publication “Manifesto of Mistakes - urban solutions for the new world”.
Exhibition @ Dashilar Beijing Design Week, The Nurturing House Sanjing Hutong 21
Forum: Countryside Revisited @ Dashilar, The Factory, Sat 26, 12.00-19.00 with MARS, OMA, Jiang Jun, Juan Du, et all.
城市到底是人类最伟大的发明，还是文明发展进程中拙劣的副产品？放眼历史，中国城市建设的狂乱将人类对城市景观的支配彰显得淋漓尽致。在中国，城市空间的规划极速而高效，紧接着投入建设，涌现的现代城市风光更塑造着我们的未来。然而，若仔细观察过去三十年间疾速都市化的成果，展现在我们眼前的是一片令人不安的现实。尽管每条道路、每个住宅群、每座工厂、甚至是整个村镇的规划过程都一丝不苟，所生成的都市形态却不尽然。这间小展厅的桌上所印的杂乱而无定形的城市动摇了我们的一种坚定信念，即我们有能力控制都市化的进程。通过采集的GIS数据，我们追踪研究了2000年的八大城市发展中心，以及它们2010年后续产生的城市膨胀。
研究数据证明，中国主要经济群的发展模式是完全无序的，最多象征了一种潜在的有机逻辑。此外，这些城市足迹膨胀的速度彻底超越了任何旨在控制它们发展的规划方案；举例来说，中国最大的城市上海的建成面积在短短十年里足足翻了一倍。城市边缘渗入郊区，发展步伐完全不再受城市规划者和决策者的掌控—城市规划这一专业领域陷入了危机。这一切情有可原。城市边缘的分裂现象极其严重，建设规划分散于城郊中，这些不断渗出的实体向城市这一概念本身发起了挑战。这一发现对城市理论家而言也许仅仅是一片值得玩味的沼泽，但在中国所提出的建设新生态城市的宏伟目标的大背景下，它提出了一个关键问题：如果我们无法规划城市，生态城市规划的愿景要如何实现呢？
该项目是即将问世的《试与错的宣言：新世界中的都市建设方案》的一部分。北京设计周， 大栅栏三井胡同21
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This summer construction reached highest point on the flagship headquarters by MARS Architects. The project, won in an International competition along Sofia's main avenue, is a sustainable proposal that intertwines office program, retail, leisure and indoor climbing into a single continuous folding space. See more on Design Boom and M-A-R-S.asia
何新城建筑事务所设计的旗舰店总部,建设施工在这个夏天达到了最高点。此备受瞩目的国际获奖项目位于保加利亚首都索菲亚主大道上，是将办公楼、零售、休闲和室内攀岩整合在一个连续折叠空间的可持续性规划方案。
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I just posted the power gear on the Westside Lumber Shay engine and added a load of notes. I realized that I needed to add the shot of the gear on the tender and further explain a Shay's operation. As you can see, the drive shaft continues on to the tender for more power in the form of tractive effort. A Shay tender could consist of two of the trucks on the really large locos. This means up to 16 driven wheels, drivers; that's twice #346 and #844. This engine has 12 driven wheels having a smaller tender. Near the "No Aqua" water tank at "Delay Junction" at the Colorado Railroad Museum, the WestSide Lumber Company #12 Shay locomotive sits on the siding rails. I know a lot of folks have knowledge of the history and construction of the Shay locomotives. If I remember correctly, Ephraim Shay, born in 1839, soon ended up associated with the lumber industry in Michigan. He had a brain explosion and designed his Shay locomotive originally to run on pole (lumber) rails in the woods. His idea worked and the Lime Locomotive Works in Ohio was to manufacture this oddity. Needless to say, they were expected to operate in foul conditions and on absurd trackage. He hung vertical cylinders on the side of the boiler and spun a drive shaft along the side of the engine and tender. That is not entirely unlike your car. Usng a design of bevel gears and universal joints allowed the contraption to power bogie trucks that swivel. All the trucks: the front truck under the boiler, the truck under the cab and either one or two trucks under the tender provided for maximum tractive effort powered through extremely tight curves. The top speed was of course, very limited and CRRM volunteers told me that the enjoyment of a ride wore very short but not short enough. Fortunately, the light was on the correct side but horribly directional and harsh. Here it is anyway. I work hard to expand the shadows on this so I could read the lettering on the frame; OWNED BY LOCO LEASE II. I doubt it now. CRRM does not have a Heisler locomotive; donations anyone? I'm not sure if there was one in Colorado.
Eddie and I spaced the Christmas Steamup this year but he found there was a "Black on Track" costume event upcoming. He really wanted to see this steam up. We are REALLY waiting for the RSG #20 to return for a steamup. Donate generously at the CRRM.That day will be shoulder to shoulder at the Colorado Railroad Museum; keep an eye on upcoming events on their web site. Outlanders could target Colorado trips with the expectations of hitting an event here in Golden. Someone will have already been here from your home town and/or country. These are the takes everyone is foaming at the mouth to see.
Outrageous light here for the bold early steam, IMHO. Steam is a winner in winter but the wind made it a blustery day. Are you ready for some steam? The first excursion was not quite full but is building on this blustery Saturday morning runby. The re-enactors are busy putting on a show now that we took our ride..
Driven by Mark Webber in 2004 F1 season
Chassis n° R5-01
Engine : Cosworth
V10
Jaguar Heritage Trust Collection
British Motor Museum
Gaydon
Warvick
England - United kingdom
November 2018
Me, Larry and Louise.
Negotiating a broken light socket fitting, jutting out into the hallway, and an overturned plastic chair blocking what looked an otherwise disused stairwell, we made our way up to the hostel on the first floor.
Osama had driven us to the hostel through the wet evening streets of Nablus in his beaten up Peugeot, all the while frantically gesticulating, trying to impress on us the severity of the situation in this city, perhaps seeing us as his or Nablus’s only chance to share a Palestinian perspective with some internationals. With one eye on the road and one arm on the back of the passenger seat, turning to talk to us in the back seat, Osama told us of the closures, the curfews, the checkpoints and the difficulty of moving about freely. Between narrowly avoiding oncoming cars as he occasionally veered into the opposite lane he told us of the nightly Israeli military incursions, the rocket attacks on the refugee camps, the shootings and assassinations, the house demolitions, the funerals and the loss of innocent lives. But for all we were told perhaps the most upsetting thing for me was to see this desperate attempt to squeeze as much information as possible into what was no more than a 10 minute car journey. Most, if not all, Palestinians have shocking stories to tell, and are more than willing to share their opinions about the occupation and the hardship it has created, but nowhere as much as Nablus have I felt that this to be a need and certainly never one so desperate. Osama questioned us, “What life is this? Where is my dignity? Where is my dignity? And what of my son? What life is there for him?” We had no answers. All we could do was sit solemnly and nod, the windscreen wipers jolting back and forth as we continued through the wet streets. My mind wandering, I remembered that very morning when we had come through Hawara checkpoint, just to the south of the city. As we passed through wire mesh walkways, not unlike the pens used for livestock herding before a final despatching at the abattoir, and crossed a wasteland to where Nablus bound minibus taxis waited in muddy pot-holed car park, I watched an old lady, perhaps of grandmother age, tiptoe through sloppy mud to a wheel spinning taxi, its back end sliding out down the slippery dirt mounds. The old lady hitched her traditional style black embroidered dress, at the same time trying to pass her plastic bagged wares to a fellow passenger, finally being dragged aboard before the mud sprayed taxi bounced and skidded off across the wasteland rank. I thought of my own grandmother in a similar scenario, humbled by the relative immobility of old age and humiliated by a blind oppressive system that continues to punish the innocent in ways that are slowly becoming an excepted norm. While the Palestinians continue to put up with life as it is, to see it anew with an outsiders perspective is shocking. It simply isn’t right. Osama’s question came back to me then as it always will whenever the immense disparity between freedom and oppression makes itself even subtly apparent. Where is the dignity? What life is this?
The hostel’s reception desk, tucked away in a dingy corner of a strip lit room, was dead apart from where between nicotine yellowed walls the proprietor sat, stooped over a cigarette and a game of cards with another of the guests. A television set flickered and chattered away, ignored in the corner, and from an ashtray on the card table a column of Brownian smoke rose from the lodger’s unstubbed butt. Creaking out of his low chair, and shuffling across the room he took a key from the wall behind the desk and beckoned us to follow him. The better of the two rooms we were shown had what looked to be a relatively new a bullet-hole in the window. Broken reflected light from the florescent on the rear wall accentuated the fissures emanating from the crude hole, and a dent in the opposite wall betrayed the bullets trajectory. “Don’t worry.” Osama told us, “It’s just a stray bullet, probably from children throwing stones at soldiers from the roof.” With that and a recommendation that we didn’t go out, just to be on the safe side, Osama left us. Deciding on a supermarket purchased bread and hommous dinner and an early night, we took Osama’s advice.
Later, back in the smoke-filled reception room I sat with Samer, a construction worker from Hebron, in the south of the West Bank. Over the game of cards he continued to play with the proprietor, communicating in broken Arabic and English I learnt that he had no choice but to stay in the hostel during the week due to the difficulty in travel between Hebron and Nablus. Hebron would be just an hours drive away, unhindered, but with at least three main Israeli military checkpoints, and the further possibility of “flying checkpoints”, a system of permanent structures manned only on what seems a random basis, travel has become extremely difficult with no guarantee of reaching work on time, if at all. This, coupled to the rise in oil prices and the longer tortuous routes Palestinians are forced to take around any Israeli territory, including the illegal West Bank settlements, has become a serious issue for travel between all of the West Bank’s major cities and regions. This inefficiency of flow through the West Bank, these restrictive measures upon money, trade and people, has to be looked upon as a very shrewd move by Israel that has a very predictable outcome; a slow death for the Palestinian economy and a gradual chipping away at any chance of a viable Palestinian state. Looked at in terms of Nature, impeding blood circulation between body organs is a sure fire way of killing any organism.
At least the closures and checkpoints benefit hostels. The dribs and drabs of tourists though Nablus are certainly too few to keep the hostel industry afloat. In the centre of the city the tourist information centre is now used as mission control for Nablus’s street cleaning operations. We dropped in just to share the fact of our tourist status only to be met with apparent confusion and asked if we wanted the Turkish Bath, Nablus’s biggest attraction. When we again tried to make ourselves understood, we were just met with a shaking head, a smile, and asked if we wanted tea.
Just a short walk through the bustling new city reveals obvious signs of ongoing violence. Bullet dents in shops’ steel shutters, shattered, bullet pierced windows in some of the high rise buildings, bill board sized posters of young and proud Kalashnikov toting “militants”, the latest to be killed or assassinated by the Israeli military; one even of a father with his arm around the shoulder of, presumably, his son, not older than 12 years old and bearing an AK47 machine gun. In the old city, these “martyr” bill posters can be found on every free wall and shop shutter, the older sunlight faded faces progressively covered with those of new victims. I can’t help but feel that these serious posters lend further an underlying oppressive air to the everyday comings and goings of an otherwise culturally peaceful society. While I understand the natural principle of action and reaction, these young militants must understand that their activity can only ever at best be a gesture of resistance, never the real thing.
Due to its geographical location in the mountainous north of the West Bank, Nablus was at one time a stronghold of the West Bank Palestinian resistance whose militants posed a real problem to Israeli troops during the second Intifada. Now, however, the grinding occupation, closure, siege, and continuing violence has seen this resistance all but crushed, and large parts of the city’s infrastructure damaged with little hope of near future repair. The destruction that Israel has caused the city, both infrastructurally and socially, in retaliation for the actions of relatively few Palestinian militants really amounts to a collective punishment of the city’s population, a population that still live in fear of nightly Israeli military incursions, and even, as a visiting friend experienced last year, sonic boundary breaking Israeli fighter jets flying just hundreds of feet above Nablus city rooftops. I hate to think of the effect these deafening sonic booms have upon the developing inner ear of any young child. Beyond 10 o’clock in the evening the city’s streets are abandoned to Israeli soldiers and whoever they manage to taunt into a showdown. In the narrow alleyways of the old city, Israeli soldiers have been known, locals say, to shout out to anyone in range, “Mujahideen. Show yourselves and fight.” Any rise, usually from stone throwing youths, will be met with live ammunition and more often than not new statistics to add to the ever growing discrepancy between Israeli and Palestinian casualties. The fight, slowly but surely, is becoming a one sided campaign that not only represents continued harassment of the local Palestinian population and provokes disenfranchised youths into bloody confrontations; this fight is even further polarising the impressionable minds of teenage Israeli soldiers, youths that grow up believing popular right wing media and what life in the military instils – hatred for a perceived enemy.
Earlier in the day I had visited Al Lod Charitable Society in Nablus’s Asker refugee camp. Asker camp along with the infamous “Balata”, are among the most frequently targeted areas on the Israeli military’s agenda, and where any trouble can rapidly escalate. These camps are the usual sites of stone, Molotov cocktail, and gunfire exchange between angry yet apathetic Palestinian youths in disbelief of their ability to affect social change through peaceful means, and young indoctrinated Israeli soldiers. It was, in fact, the riot in Balata camp following the funeral of a youth killed by an Israeli sniper in 2000, that is partly attributed to the sparking of the second Intifada. I had been sent to photograph some of the donations and projects funded by Muslim Aid UK, an NGO that channels money, food, and education to Al Lod and similar organisations. I sat with Jamal in his office at the Al Lod centre while, over a cup of tea, he showed me some of the centre’s work: charitable donations of meat and money during the Eid festival; computer and Internet facilities for the surrounding camp neighbourhoods; educational and school materials for local children; even a “Charitable Cheese Project”, distributing 400 tons of cheese to camp residents. Besides charitable donations the centre is also involved in art workshop programs that help children deal with internalised emotional issues. Jamal showed me a collection of some of the art produced. One workshop was based around each child producing two drawings; one of a world in which the children would like to live, and one with life as it is in the camp. Flicking through the pages I was met time and time again with the same, or similar images; the idealism of young minds, rainbowed pastures and sunny hillsides, large rabbits eating carrots from a child’s outstretched hand, kite flying and park scenes – nothing materialistic, simple desires. Contrasting these images to the scenes of perceived camp life, green men chain-sawing trees, tanks demolishing homes, barbed wire, walls, rocket launchers, and war planes, a faceless brutality, it is austerely apparent that the occupation is forging young minds warped to the extremity. As I played with local children, called in off the streets to model for a impromptu photo shoot, some of whom had probably produced the drawings I had seen, I realised that these are the Palestinians in need of real help. These are the children whose only contact with Israelis is with armed soldiers sent to demolish a neighbour’s house, or arrest and drag away a youth in the middle of the night. These are the children amongst which real seeds of anger are being sown. All the while Israel is busy tackling its own perceived “security threat”, it is in the process of creating another perhaps more real future threat. If this brutal contact between Palestinian youths and Israeli soldiers, this inequality, is propagated much further into the future, Israel will only respond with ever more extreme measures; measures that will not only further escalate violence, but measures that will portray the State of Israel’s already tainted human rights track record as beyond all international acceptance. This further alienation of an already insecure state is not only dangerous; it is far from being in the global community’s interests. Without concerted effort and political pressure, Israel is itself in danger of becoming a “rogue” state.
That night, as I lay in bed, I could hear the distant bangs and echoes of stun grenades and bullet split air reverberate up and down streets and alleyways. Jeeps passed by outside, given away by the whirring of off-road tyres on tarmac, and their familiar throaty engine tone. I could not help but think that, in the morning, after sleep has come to us all, maybe, just maybe in those awakening moments, before the reality of the world we live in comes flooding back, before all the complex interactions that have formed the evolution of our social structures, there is a moment when all is well, when peace seems the only possible way, and every sole is equal. If only we could hold on to this innocence and let it permeate into our day.
"Anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go,...you'll have it forever, real and eternal."
- John12:25
A very good book: Purpose Driven Life
Another one for Beyond Driven gear and nutrition with professional bodybuilder Brian Ahlstrom.
Beauty Dish High and camera left. I believe for this shot that was the only light. We did a few different set-ups in a short amount of time...so even I have to look at the picture again to remember!
The Lockheed Super Constellation, or "Connie" was one of the last great propeller driven commercial Airlines of the "Golden Age of Flight." Designed in the late 1930's the Connie was ordered by TWA and it's eccentric stockholder Howard Hughes. During WW2 the Connie was labelled the C-69 and used in a military transport role. After the war the Connie became the overseas and continental workhorse of some of the most iconic airlines of the era, such as TWA, Pan Am, and Lufthansa, as well as many others. The Connie remained in service with Eastern until 1968, when jetliners became the primary aircraft in the skies.
This Connie, dubbed "The Star of the Atlantic" is an intercontinental version of the L-1049. Designed to reach places such as Rome, Cologne, and London, this connie is designed for comfort during a trip which took many more hours than it does today. It includes bunks for passengers, and a large galley, prepared to serve full meals. The rear of the plane has two bathrooms.
This moc represents probably the end of my LEGO career for at least a year. Starting August 25th, I'll be doing a gap year in Deutschland. I plan on remaining active online, but obviously I will not be bringing my LEGO along nor building.
Richard Burns and Robert Reid's Subaru World Rally Team, Subaru Impreza S5 WRC '99 [T14 SRT / Chassis #10] - which won Safari Rally Kenya 2000 - at Classic Nostalgia 2021 driven by Paul Howarth
Parts of the loop road through Monument Valley run right over bare rock, complete with all the bare rock pot holes. The Honda handled it all just fine. Here's the Honda looking car-commercial cool.
Greenlees Grove is located in Federation Forest State Park off of Highway 410. I’ve driven by this small state park many times on my way to Mount Rainier National Park and the surrounding area but I’ve never stopped there. Well this past Mother’s Day my wife wanted to do a hike so we headed out to this place. We started on a trail from the parking lot that took us down by the White River and the trail was pretty overgrown and in desperate need of clearing. There were fallen trees everywhere and it was a little hard to pick up the trail. We eventually made it back up a hill to a nice loop trail that goes by Greenlees Grove that has some pretty impressive trees. I thought it was cool and I just read that there’s a little Hobbit Village there. I will for sure head back there to check it out.
“This is what the Lord says: ‘Maintain justice and do what is right, for my salvation is close at hand and my righteousness will soon be revealed'” – Isaiah 56:1
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A bitterly cold day on the exposed east coast at Donna Nook.
Snow, sleet and rain driven by a 50mph wind meant that standing still was hard never mind taking photos.
But always worth the 2 hour journey each way to see these lovely animals close up.
Driven by Nigel Mansell in the 1991 Formula 1 season.
On display at the Haynes International Motor Museum, Sparkford, Somerset during December 2021.
Laser installation as a promotional campaign and starting signal for the "Intensity.Driven.United.-Tour" by Aston Martin on Moosacher Str. in Munich from half-time of the opening match of the European Football Championship in Munich (Germany : Scotland).
One of the most powerful show lasers, which can shine up to 30 km into the night sky in clear weather, gets stuck here on the low cloud cover.
The laser is harmless and switches off automatically when flying objects approach.
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Laser Installation als Werbeaktion und Startschuss zur „Intensity.Driven.United.-Tour.“ von Aston Martin in der Moosacher Str. in München ab der Halbzeitpause zum Eröffnungsspiel der Fußball-EM in München (Deutschland : Schottland).
Einer der stärksten Show-Laser, der bei klarem Wetter bis zu 30 km in den Nachthimmel strahlen kann, bleibt hier allerdings an der niedrigen Wolkendecke hängen.
Der Laser ist harmlos und schaltet sich bei Annäherung von Flugobjekten automatisch ab.
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driven ghostly crow (while camouflagin')...This road is heading where? Where's this ninja going? Unknown, yet shapeshifting (maybe domiknowing)?
I speak it to God: I don't want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory and rest deep and sing joy and just enough time in a day not to feel hounded, pressed, driven, or wild to get it all done---yesterday. To have the time to grab the jacket off the hook and time to go out to all air and sky and green and time to wonder at all of them in all this light, this time refracting in prism. I just want time to do my one life well. {Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts}
1958 Maserati 250F chassis CM7 driven by Allan Miles. He finished first in class 6 of the Pre 1961 Grand Prix cars (HGPCA: Historic Grand Prix Cars Association).
I took this photo during the Historic Grand Prix 2013 on Circuit Park Zandvoort in The Netherlands. I had such a great time with the following race classes:
MES Pre '66 Touring Cars
Grand Prix Cars Pre '61
Historic Formula Junior
FIA Historic Sports Cars
Historic Formula 2
Demonstratie - Yamaha Classic Racing Team Demonstratie
Demonstratie - Porsche Demonstratie
Demonstratie - Coloni Demonstratie
Youngtimer Trophy
Grand Prix Cars '61 - '65
NKHTGT - Nederlands Kampioenschap Historische Toerwagens & GT's
Demo - Yamaha Classic Racing Team Demonstratie
FIA Historic Formula 1
Historic Monoposto Racing
MES Gentlemen Drivers
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