Yup, that's the way it is
Andre Jute
Understeer is when you hit the wall with your front end.
Oversteer is when you hit the wall with your rearend.
Horsepower is how hard you hit the wall.
Torque is how far you move the wall.
Tosspot
ROFL! Where did you find that?
Peter Wieck
> Nothing original or about tubes - as usual.
He's BAAAAAaaaack.
Can the pillock and the rest o the various sockpuppets and sycophants
be far behind?
Peter Wieck
Melose Park, PA
John-Del
Pretty funny, hope that's not a life's lesson for you though...
Andre Jute
I woulda said where I found it, except I thought no one would believe
me. I have a minute repeater watch on order, a pretty esoteric and
refined item, and was reading a watch collectors' group when I
stumbled on that and burst out laughing aloud. Makes me feel better
about ordering such a poncey watch to know that real men with hair on
their motors also have one...
Andre Jute
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation. --H.H.Munro
("Saki")(1870-1916)
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Andre Jute
I only wish I thought of it first, back about a quarter-century ago
when I wrote my book for hotrodding toffs, DESIGNING AND BUILDING
SPECIAL CARS. Mind you, my editor would probably have dropped down
dead of rage at such vernacular; I've never understood why editors of
how-to books are all more hoity-toity than the top literary editors,
of which my first one, who once casually introduced me to six Nobel
Prize winners on the stairs under the Klee and the Picasso, was ex-
merchant navy.
Andre Jute
Who needs to make up jokes when reality is so bizarre?
semi-ambivalent
Picasso. Everyone has one of those.
sa
Andre Jute
I wasn't talking about sketches but about major-period paintings --
not that it makes any diffference: you're still right. Picasso
sketches are so common, I can remember when I declined a set about
fifteen feet by four on a wall because I thought them too expensive at
forty dollars each as a job lot.
I have one I like because it has incidental value that speaks to my
predilections, a table napkin with a sketch by Picasso in payment of a
restaurant bill; it's in a steamer trunk somewhere. Just a squiggle
really, but one day I'll have the food stain analyzed and deduce the
recipe from it; then I'll write a television play or documentary
around the mystery.
Un doggy bag, s.v.p., garcon!
Hercules Poirot
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semi-ambivalent
Klee didn't do paintings? He would have been surprised to know that...
sa
Andre Jute
Sorry, I was talking about Picasso. What everyone has one of isn't a
Picasso painting but a Picasso sketch, of which there are probably, at
a WAG, 30,000.
By the way, a couple of years ago I went to an exhibition which
included some lovely representational sketches by Mondrian. (I assure
you, I have proofread the preceding sentence and it is correct.) Not
many people know Mondrian changed styles in midstream. He was a
superior draftsman.
Andre Jute
Eyes wide open
Andre Jute
Life is when you don't hit the wall. -- Al Marcy
Andre Jute
You'll miss the excitement, Al. -- Andre Jute
Fu Knee
I do miss the excitement, Andre.
I didn't always. My first car was a 1961 MGA "1600". I got it way
cheap from a Ford dealer, in February, 1966 in Minnesota. Previous
owner(s) had not been kind, The interior had been removed, literally.
The passenger seat was not attached. It was once baby blue, but had
been repainted black. The roadster's top needed major surgery. The
"side curtains" were nearly opaque. The car dealer's mechanic managed
to get it started, using jumper cables to the two six volt batterirs
under the metal panel behing the seats. One on each side, for weight
distribution, and maximum cable length. Just above that panel, on the
rear bulkhead, was the hand crank for starting it. You pulled it off
the bulkhead and inserted it thru its hole in the front bumper. The
electric starter and batteries would start it, if it was above 50F
(and not raining). It was -15F the night I picked it up. The heater
controls had a position called Demist. A possibly optomistic
description. It was a wretched piece. Totally impractical. I drove it
every day (when not in the shop) for nearly two years, before the
night it slid in the rain nose first under the rear bumper of a huge
Mercury station wagon. I have never loved a car more. There are still
MGA's on the road in Arizona. Perfectly restored antiques. Their
owners have no clue, The car drove like a cookie sheet and we cheated
certain death much more often than even I can believe, now. I
attribute my survival of that car and the subsequent trip to that
decade plus TV mini-series police action in SE asia to the same Force:
damn fool luck.
I never mastered getting it into non-synchro first gear - while
moving. Three or four times in two years is not mastery. I did become
expert at rebuilding the front disc calipers. And, the real deal, a
controlled, smooth four wheel drift was totally effortless. Well,
eventually ;)
May the G-force be with you.
Happy Ears!
Al
AMuzi
Amazing.
I had the same car and the same experience except it was an
1800 MGB (sigh)
--
Andrew Muzi
<www.yellowjersey.org/>
Open every day since 1 April, 1971
Fu Knee
>
> - Show quoted text -
And people think this world is unworthy ;)
Al
Ralph Barone
<8854a298-fd2d-4152...@g31g2000vbr.googlegroups.com>,
Fu Knee <tubeg...@aol.com> wrote:
> On Nov 18, 5:09?pm, Andre Jute <fiult...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> > On Nov 17, 10:26?pm, Andre Jute <fiult...@yahoo.com> wrote:
Good to see you here Al. Your posts on the JoeList are legendary.
Michael Press
<63b478e9-56fc-4b40...@x5g2000prf.googlegroups.com>,
Andre Jute <fiul...@yahoo.com> wrote:
The transition is fascinating.
<http://www.tc.umn.edu/~tiberius/images/Mondrian%20red%20tree.jpg>
<http://www.artchive.com/artchive/m/mondrian/mondrian_gray_tree.jpg>
<http://www.akinagasaka.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/mondrian-red-tree-s.jpg>
--
Michael Press
Andre Jute
Happy days. I had a TC for a while but it would have taken too much
money and time to restore it; I sold it to a German with more money
than sense. Then I had a TD bought in really good condition from its
first owner, a lady architect. The paint on the door was worn through
by her arm but otherwise that car was in perfect condition. Gutless,
like they all are, of course. A truck rearended it and I had it
repainted a beautiful BRG (it was the original gunmetal grey when I
got it). Sold on to a German with lots more money than brains for the
price of a pre-loved E-type (E-type trashed a couple of weeks later;
spent the insurance money on an Auburn Speedster). I also had a MGA
like yours, but the twin cam engine had been taken out and my brother
fitted a 2.6 or 3 litre (can't remember now) engine out of a big
Wolseley, same Austin-Morris group engine found in Austin-Healeys.
Made for *very* interesting braking and handling. That colour wasn't
officially baby blue; I think it was "sky blue". Trashed by a
girlfriend who got bitten by the torque of the straight six. Later I
drove someone else's twin-cam sedately in Tulip type time trials a
couple of times. Can't say I'd choose an MG over a 356 Porsche, nor
any British sports car, all the way up to a Healey 3000, of which I
had several, mostly with Chryster hemi engines shoehorned in. In fact,
to get to a worthwhile British sportscar, you have to go all the way
up to a Jaguar Mk 2 (a superior all-rounder of that period), or an
Aston (very big money to buy and maintain) or one of the Anglo-
American-Italians: the British car I really loved was the Jensen
Interceptor, an amazingly comfortable and very fast grand touring car
(not a sports car, though); there was also a four-wheel drive model in
a borrowed version of which I averaged a ton from Rome to Vienna when
the Italian air traffic controllers struck just as my girlfriend was
due to get her big chance at the Staatsoper; this in midwinter... The
three singers in the car with me sang all the way to Vienna to take
their minds off the wheel hanging over the precipice. I formed a
theory of imminent proximity to a violent end sharpening the edge of
art.
Andre Jute
Reformed petrol head
Car-free since 1992
Greener than thou!