AccidentalChef

Think I read somewhere that the compression ratio on the engines in these things is 12.5:1. That seems like a major obstacle to an easy bolt on turbo kit.

The Camaro ZL1 did 7:41... I haven't seen a time for the Mustang yet.

If I'd been able to do 2.35 I would have used the Panasonic too. My room is narrow and my speakers are on the large side, so I couldn't fit a wide enough screen in between them. I ended up getting an Epson projector instead, mainly because I'd actually seen one in person and knew it looked good. For the people playing on PC... Any idea how Skyrim will run at 2560x1600? I've got an i7 920 at 4.0ghz and a Radeon 5870. My second 5870 died, but from what I've read Crossfire doesn't work on Skyrim anyway.

Same. 106" 16x9 here... Really wanted to go 2.35 but couldn't do it in this room. Based on what I've seen of the graphics online, it should be amazing on a big screen. When I play games, it's usually on my desktop, but I don't know if my video card can handle Skyrim at 2560x1600.

I would have pointed out that agriculture releases more greenhouse gases than cars, and as fat as she was, her prius wasn't going to make up for how much food she stuffed in her face.

Love the refueling pics... my dad flew KC135s for a while in the Air Force. I might still have a picture somewhere of his plane refueling another one. I'll have to try to find it.

Being conservative isn't a bad idea... that's what I'm doing now too. After probably half a dozen injuries in the last year I'm hoping that 2012 is a bit different. Yesterday's workout was 3x5x150 squat, 3x5x75 press, and 5x3x100 power clean. Tomorrow will be 3x5x155 squat, 3x5x105 bench, and 5x205 deadlift. Every lift increases 5 pounds per workout, except deadlift, which inceases by 10. All of the lifts feel trivially easy right now, even after 3 months off. My biggest worry right now is getting bored, screwing around, and hurting myself doing something stupid before these lifts get heavy enough to be challenging.

Those are pretty good numbers to start with, especially shoulder press, which is my weakness. I think you should be able to increase those numbers much faster than you're planning, at least for a while. For the short term, I bet you could easily go up 10 pounds a week on squat and deadlift, and probably 5 a week on bench and press, for the first couple of months if you eat and rest enough.

Wow. I hadn't even thought about yellow on the Aventador. Looks awesome!

I agree... Other than the Indy 500 I'd be perfectly happy if there were never another open wheel oval race again. Let the NASCAR guys keep that, and don't waste the interesting cars on the boring tracks. I wouldn't even complain if the Indy 500 switched from the oval to the grand prix track, but I know that would never happen.

I just started back up last week. My shoulder pain was almost gone, and then completely disappeared after a minor form adjustment. I'm still working on very light weights as rehab/technique work, so it'll probably be 6 weeks before things get interesting again.

I've actually become less of a scotch snob over the years... I used to go for whisky that was old enough to vote, independent bottlings, etc. I've finally realized that there isn't much that I really like THAT much better than Highland Park 12 or Laphraoig 10. I'll go for the fancy stuff on special occasions, but most of the time I'd rather do something else with the money. The same thing has happened to me with bourbon... these days I stick to Buffalo Trace most of the time.

I was just thinking the same thing...

Sorry to hear so many others have lost dogs recently... They're such amazing animals that even in the very best case their lives seem way too short.

Cliffs notes: 7:41.27 That is one bitchin' Camaro.

Thanks for the kind words everyone. Bodhi really was a unique dog. He seemed to understand that he'd been rescued and was completely devoted and loyal from day one. He was goofy and socially awkward, and he always tried to do the right thing. Of course, he rarely knew what the right thing was, so he guessed, and he usually guessed wrong. Still, you could always tell he really was trying. There were times I was sure he was the most ridiculous creature on the planet. His vet called to tell me his ashes are there today. I have no idea how long it'll take me to be able to go pick them up, but I'm going to spread them in some of his favorite places. They also made a clay pawprint. I saved some of his hair from the last few brushings and found someone who will blend it with wool, spin yarn, and knit me a hat out of it. He loved being outside in the cold, and I need a new winter hat anyway.

I guess the left needed their own version of the tea party. I consider myself liberal but even to me, a lot of the things I'm hearing from this crowd are embarrassing.

Awful Rest in peace.

Yesterday was my last day with my dog. He was born in November of 2008. I don’t know his exact birthday. I don’t know everything about the first year of his life, but I’ve managed to piece together quite a bit. He was probably born in a puppy mill, and sent to a pet shop a bit too early. Though he was listed for sale as a purebred Border Collie, we’re quite sure that he was a Border Collie/Australian Cattle Dog mix. His first owners were a couple who were completely unprepared for him. They had decided to get a cat, but when the wife saw him in the window, she brought him home instead. They named him Panda, but the husband never warmed up to him or showed him any affection at all. Not long after that, when he was only a few months old, he was attacked by a neighborhood dog. Rather than rehabilitating him and continuing his socialization, his owner decided to isolate him in hopes of keeping him safe. He’s one of the most energetic, intelligent, and inquisitive dogs I’ve ever met, so this complete lack of stimulation quite literally drove him crazy. In addition, it only reinforced his fear of other dogs, since the only encounter he could remember led to a large number of stitches. When he was just over a year old, his owners finally realized they were totally incapable of taking care of a dog like him, and contacted the local Border Collie rescue. When they saw what his life was like, they knew they had to take him in. He was given to a couple with lots of experience fostering herding dogs, where it was discovered that in addition to his psychological problems, he had epilepsy. Combined with his fear, anxiety, OCD, and total lack of socialization, they were worried that he would be unadoptable. I met him for the first time in February of 2010. It was clear almost immediately that he was batshit crazy. He barked at anything he saw and tried to chase anything that moved. When he got excited, he spun in circles. When he got too excited, he had a seizure. When I looked at him, I didn’t see a broken dog; I saw the dog he could be. I’d never seen such focus, such intelligence, or such a spark of life in a dog before. A few weeks later, he was my dog. I named him Bodhi, the Sanskrit word for enlightenment or awakening. I thought it symbolized his intelligence and overcoming his past. The fact that it could be a Point Break reference didn’t hurt. Once home, Bodhi was more difficult than I could possibly have imagined. His housebreaking disappeared, and there were days that he was so terrified of other dogs that he’d have a seizure when he saw them 50 yards away. Still, more than anything, he wanted to be a good dog, and he tried so hard to better himself. He learned fast, built confidence, and in just a few months he was able to join a group obedience class. He made me proud. Earlier this year, his seizures became more frequent, and we had to consider medication. Fortunately we got his epilepsy under control, and his last one was in June of this year. With the seizures no longer an issue and the worst of his psychological issues out of the way, he improved more rapidly than ever. We were able to make his first trips to the dog park, and though he was socially awkward, he was able to enjoy such an exciting environment without any major problems. Unfortunately, his first trips to the dog park were also his last. In mid-July, he started rapidly losing coordination. Two days later, he was unable to stand up on the hardwood floors. In another two days, he was almost totally paralyzed. The first neurologist we saw said he’d never walk again. We headed to Colorado State University, which has one of the best veterinary hospitals in the country, believing that he only had hours or days to live. He was diagnosed with acute idiopathic polyradiculoneuritis, or coonhound paralysis. This is the canine version of Guillan-Barre syndrome which occurs in humans. The prognosis was good, and in early August he began to walk again. In mid-September, the improvement stopped and things went downhill quickly. By the time we got back to the neurologist, his back legs had deteriorated to the point that recovery was impossible, and any improvement at all in his front legs was extremely unlikely. Based on that news, we decided not to subject him to the series of painful tests that would have been needed for a diagnosis. We tried steroids, in hopes that they’d be our miracle, but he continued to decline. Sunday night, Bodhi and I sat out on the balcony. We shared a nice seared rare Ribeye, and spent some time just sitting together. It was the happiest I’d seen him in a long time. Yesterday afternoon, I had to take my two year old dog for his last car ride and his last trip to the vet, and let him go. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

My first exposure to the Countach was this: Micro Machines may not have been the most accurate reproduction, but it was enough to spark my interest.

The F355 is one of the few Ferraris I really like, so it's my choice out of these 2. It's a maintenance nightmare though... engine has to come out pretty regularly. Still, I'd like to own one at some point.

I hadn't even thought of it that way. With that kind of perspective, this car is absolutely insane. Any idea on when it hits the streets? I want to make sure I have time to perfect my mullet.

Sorry for your loss. Angel was lucky to have a person who cared so much about her, and since she was a rescue, I'm sure she knew it.