That’s me, because I didn’t know about this phenomenon either:
So like anyone who is intellectually curious, I did a little research:
Now you can all be as educated as I am on the topic… no need for thanks, it’s all part of the service.
Oh, and the best thing about the bikini bridge? That fatass Kim Kardashian is never gonna have one.
Borrowed from Knuckledragger, this pic presents a problem:
Regarded from the point of its effect on humanity: is it better to let the redhead drive, or to man the gun?
Your thoughts in Comments…
One of my favorite games is one I’ve played before on this blog: someone offers you a choice between three cars (in mint-original, fully-restored and/or modernized condition, whichever you prefer), which one would you pick? The rules are: you can’t ever sell it, so the car’s current market value is irrelevant; and it’s a driver.
For today’s fun, we’re going to feature three ragtop beauties from the mid-1960s (and I’ve tried to match the color so that it doesn’t affect your decision):
1967 Ferrari 275 GT Spider (3.3-liter V-12, 300 hp)
1965 Jaguar E-type Roadster (4.2-liter straight 6*, 265 hp)
1967 Maserati Ghibli Spider (4.7-liter V8, 306 hp)
Go ahead, make your pick in Comments — but show your work.
*Duly corrected, sorry.
/1984
Some time ago, I linked to an article where some of the photographs were so exquisite, they looked like paintings. Here’s another such article about award-winning photographers, and a sample:
Go there and see the rest.
If you like gorgeous photographs, look at these. My favorite is this one: it’s a detail, not the full thing (which wouldn’t have fitted on the page).
The last time I saw lighting like that, it was in a Rembrandt painting. The photographer is Chris Fletcher, who apparently first picked up a camera in 2011. (I’m not an envious type by nature, but there are limits…)
Once again, I hear the whines: “Oh Kim, those purty lil’ sports cars are fine an’ all… but they’re plain useless if’n you want to haul a load or sump’n. So give us more Murkin eye candy.”
I serve to please:
…and that’s it for this series, as 2018 draws to a close. Next Sunday there’ll be something totally different.