Sunday, March 27, 2011

My sentiments exactly...

Some things haven't worked out...

From Cutaway Friday at ScooterMcRad's...

Why I like the Japanese...

The bottom photo was taken 6 days after the earthquake in Japan... Story here.

The pieces of shit that live/lived in New Orleans need to take a lesson from the bad mo'fo's across the Pacific.

This round eye wishes himself and other Americans had this sorta gumption!

No Easy Days

Jalopy Journal's got some old flat track racing photos from the Bay Area... I found the link at Hemmings.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Hot rod/roadster...

This fucker is awesome! From Sixshooter...

Rappin' with Willie...

From ShiftHeads...

Cowboy poetry...

What my tombstone will say...

He Done His Damdest
By E. Bell Guthrey

I ask that when my spirit quits this shell of mortal clay
And o’er the trail across the range pursues its silent way,
That no imposing marble shaft may mark the spot where rest
The tailings of the bard who sang the praises of the West.
But, that above them may be placed a slab of white or gray,
And on it but the epitaph carved in the earlier day,
Upon the headboard of a man who did the best he could
To have the bad deeds of his life o’ershadowed by the good:
“He Done His Damdest.”

Engrave upon the polished face of that plain, simple stone,
No nicely worded sentiment intended to condone
The sins of an eventful life, nor say the virtues wiped
Away the stains of vice — in lines original or swiped;
That rough but honest sentiment that stood above the head
Of one who wore his boots into his final earthly bed
Is good enough for me to have above my mould’ring clay—
Just give the name and day I quit and underneath it say:
“He Done His Damdest.”

Some who are overstocked with phony piety may raise
Their hands in blank amazement at the sentiment and gaze
Upon the simple marble slab ‘neath which the sleeper lies,
With six or seven different kinds of horror in their eyes;
But hardy sons and daughters of this brave and rugged West
Will see a tribute in the line so pointedly expressed–
And what more earnest tribute could be paid to any man
Whose weary feet have hit the trail towards the Mystery, than:
“He Done His Damdest.”

From The Art of Manliness...

Fine lookin' speedster...

I dunno who Sid Haugdahl is, but I like his speedster. Found this on

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Random scooter pict

Found this on the Falcon Motorcycles website. I love this style...

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Spit some Beechnut in that's dude's eye...

...Then shoot 'em with my ol' .45.

When most people hear that line, I'm sure most people think of a Colt. However, I didn't I thought about this pistol - 1858 New Army. These guns were originally manufactured as black powder pistols, but after the advent of metallic cartridges, the U.S. government had them converted to accept the new ammunition. Read more from Wikipedia...

This particular model is a reproduction from Uberti.

Bug-out bag

Of course a paranoid fellow like myself already has one of these, for the rest of you uninitiated, here's a pretty good guide...

From The Art of Manliness... "We cannot control when, where, or how disasters strike. But we can control how prepared we are to deal with a disaster. There is a fine line between order and chaos and sometimes that line can be measured in seconds. When every second counts, having a plan and the tools to see that plan through are crucial to survival. The Bug Out Bag is your #1 resource in your overall Bug Out Plan and may very well be your key to survival one day." Read the rest here...

When men were men (and likely to get killed)

Killed Myself When I Was Young from The Jalopy Journal on Vimeo.

Warning this video is not censored. It shows the brutality of racing pre/post WW2. You needed a set of brass ones to get behind the wheels of these...

From Just a Car Guy... "this video is a compilation of crashes, and unlike todays videos of incredibly designed race cars, the roadsters and early racecars in this video didn't have many features that could save the lives of the drivers. No padded dashes, no airbags, no steering wheels that will bend and are concave so you don't get the column through your sternum, no roll cages or tops of any kind to keep the driver in during rollovers, no seat belts, and nothing like a crumple zone."

Friday, March 4, 2011

Rough week

Rough f'n week at PS...

DBTs and Dexateens

Dunno when this show was, but I just found the poster for it...

Ace of Spades

"Fichu comme l'as de pique."

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Insulation: first the body, then the home

I saw this article at Low-tech magazine, I've been thinking about exactly the same...

You could fill a library with reports and books describing the importance of energy-efficient heating systems and home insulation. However, not a word has been said or written about the energy savings potential of clothing, even though there has been a lot of progress in this area too. Modern thermal underclothing offers the possibility to turn the thermostat much lower without sacrificing comfort or sex appeal. The potential energy savings are huge; the costs are almost nil.

This article explains through science and statistics how to maintain thermal comfort at any given indoor temperature using only clothes.

Read the rest here...

F-86 Sabre

I saw some picts (over at ChopperDaves - of which i stole one, the interior illustration) of the F-86 Sabre. I love Sabrejets! They are - and have always - been my absolute favorite not propeller aircraft. No matter the shape of today's aircraft, the F-86 has always looked like what a jet should look like.

From Wikipedia:
The North American F-86 Sabre (sometimes called the Sabrejet) was a transonic jet fighter aircraft. Produced by North American Aviation, the Sabre is best known for its Korean War role, where it was pitted against the Soviet MiG-15. Although developed in the late 1940s and outdated by the end of the 1950s, the Sabre proved adaptable and continued as a front line fighter in air forces until the last active front line examples were retired by the Bolivian Air Force in 1994.