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In the interest of brevity, we will state, just once, 'We are responsible for nothing.'</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>363</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Hooptyrides" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-8474935657711411024</id><published>2009-10-01T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:04:17.087-07:00</updated><title type="text">Gas Filler Neck Hose</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SsVC2rjkY7I/AAAAAAAAFCs/L8fgVcyO9bg/s1600-h/FillerNeckHose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SsVC2rjkY7I/AAAAAAAAFCs/L8fgVcyO9bg/s400/FillerNeckHose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387786036390945714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know what happens when the hose between the gas cap and the tank disintegrates? The gas pours on your feet at the gas station. Besides being awful for the environment, it is terribly embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-8474935657711411024?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/8474935657711411024" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/8474935657711411024" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/gvQrOiOijeM/gas-filler-neck-hose.html" title="Gas Filler Neck Hose" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SsVC2rjkY7I/AAAAAAAAFCs/L8fgVcyO9bg/s72-c/FillerNeckHose.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/10/gas-filler-neck-hose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-2119775240818008312</id><published>2009-08-18T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:13:17.994-07:00</updated><title type="text">Corvette Summer Living</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SouCNQenG6I/AAAAAAAAE-M/BjzuIza6w78/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SouCNQenG6I/AAAAAAAAE-M/BjzuIza6w78/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371530144842718114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The question is not do you want to buy the car, but who is that sitting on the fender? Showing up to purchase this vehicle would necessitate a trip with the seller to their local bar. There would be some excuse to accompany like "the only blue ball point pen in 30 miles." Once there, if you were cordial, you would be able to satisfy this social contract, have a beer and still emerge a 'good guy', squinting in the late, low slung sun of Reseda. However, if you managed to hang in there for a couple of beers and - god forbid - a shot, well then you are sort of stuck. Like a cross between novel plaything and a prisoner. Though, in those dark moments, you may learn the sexual orientation of the individual sitting on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/Chevrolet-Corvette-CORVETTE-1968-Corvette-RED-White-BLUE-SLALOM-RACE-CAR_W0QQcmdZViewItemQQ_trksidZp3286Q2ec0Q2em14QQhashZitem3a5204934aQQitemZ250484134730QQptZUSQ5fCarsQ5fTrucks"&gt;Corvette on eBay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-2119775240818008312?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2119775240818008312" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2119775240818008312" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/TyhAUHz9YPo/corvette-summer-living.html" title="Corvette Summer Living" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SouCNQenG6I/AAAAAAAAE-M/BjzuIza6w78/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/08/corvette-summer-living.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-3723295689592714815</id><published>2009-08-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:00:48.739-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="electronics" /><title type="text">Hard Earned Experience - 20 Things I Learned About Antennas</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SoDA99-LsNI/AAAAAAAAE8s/N6DG7GRP33E/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SoDA99-LsNI/AAAAAAAAE8s/N6DG7GRP33E/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502926665560274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I own a coin laundry with three television sets, the digital television conversion has been a particularly thorny transition. Admittedly, the coin laundry industry deals with a more complex matrix of considerations than would present themselves to consumers and most businesses. For example, the theft deterrent aspect of a tube television is of great benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, analog antenna reception has been a wonderfully worry-free proposition. It was cheap, reliable and yielded a high quality picture. Digital TV has been less successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://winegard.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Winegard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; offers an impressive array of products.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.antennaweb.org/aw/Welcome.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Antennaweb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is great.&lt;br /&gt;3. VHF/UHF/FM antennas are not great at VHF, UHF or FM. They are a compromise for everything.&lt;br /&gt;4. Antennas are fairly cheap, very light and mounting bracket choices are plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;5. Antennas are sharp and will cut you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Distribution amplifiers from Radio Shack are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mast mount amplifiers from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winegard&lt;/span&gt; help quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KMEX&lt;/span&gt; channel 34 is a particularly popular TV channel. Interruption of that channel causes great aggravation.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KMEX&lt;/span&gt; Channel 34 is a particularly difficult channel to receive.&lt;br /&gt;10. The digital TV signal is in the same frequency ranges as UHF/VHF. Therefore, a digital TV antenna is no different than a regular TV antenna.&lt;br /&gt;11. The different length antenna tines are tuned to different frequencies. The short ones are for UHF.&lt;br /&gt;12. UHF is directional, so if you are trying to tweak and peak UHF channels, like KMEX Channel 34, point the short tines towards the signal per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;antennaweb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. 300 ohm to 75 ohm converters are still required.&lt;br /&gt;14. The true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;geeked&lt;/span&gt; out solution is to have a tall mast with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; VHF, UHF and FM antennas daisy chained together with twin lead wire.&lt;br /&gt;15. Cable and satellite service for a business is about 8 times more expensive than the same service for home.&lt;br /&gt;16. Electronic City in Burbank is always impressive and their knowledge of TV antenna technology is very robust. They are generous with good advice which is a great value.&lt;br /&gt;17. Digital TV is a much more difficult signal to capture. Analog is much, much more forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;18. It is very difficult to find digital tube TVs.&lt;br /&gt;19. Mistake - trying individual powered 35db gain antennas on each TV because you think that you are over-splitting the signal is a bad approach.&lt;br /&gt;20. Overkill it. Buy bigger antennas and taller masts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I have two masts, two VHF/UHF/FM antennas, 1 UHF antenna, a mast mount amplifier, 2 new Coby TVs, 1 new Coby TV that arrived DOA and 1 broken TV power switch caused by individual so angry that they couldn't watch the telenovelas that they hit the television with a stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-3723295689592714815?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/3723295689592714815" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/3723295689592714815" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/pQCCbpIjTB4/hard-earned-experience-20-things-i.html" title="Hard Earned Experience - 20 Things I Learned About Antennas" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SoDA99-LsNI/AAAAAAAAE8s/N6DG7GRP33E/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-earned-experience-20-things-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-585483633719043277</id><published>2009-08-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:44:16.601-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="electronics" /><title type="text">Wiring Harness</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sn9Bu9qnFhI/AAAAAAAAE7c/p6mr9fSD1no/s1600-h/WiringHarness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sn9Bu9qnFhI/AAAAAAAAE7c/p6mr9fSD1no/s400/WiringHarness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368081555931993618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After on-again/off-again working on this wiring harness, today I finally decided to just start from scratch. To rebuild the harness was a fraction of the time I had dedicated to troubleshooting. A couple of things to remember for next time:  solid core wire is definitely the way to go with that style of light socket and solderless crimp connectors are for suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-585483633719043277?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/585483633719043277" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/585483633719043277" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/QfdTHAK6rWI/wiring-harness.html" title="Wiring Harness" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sn9Bu9qnFhI/AAAAAAAAE7c/p6mr9fSD1no/s72-c/WiringHarness.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/08/wiring-harness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-8181672248572445199</id><published>2009-08-07T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:48:21.199-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hardware" /><title type="text">The Type of Screw That Holds Plastic Bullshit Together</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SnzhQxQ9MmI/AAAAAAAAE5U/_iy_RjRo77k/s1600-h/Jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SnzhQxQ9MmI/AAAAAAAAE5U/_iy_RjRo77k/s400/Jar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367412534137401954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved the term 'nail straightener' as it refers to an individual so pragmatic and so frugal that they will straighten an old nail for reuse. When the term is used, which is infrequent, it is often a term of derision to poke at the sensibilities of an individual who has such a low opinion of the value of their own time that they would engage in such penny folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't straighten nails, I do cut the power cords off discarded VCRs that have been left in alleys. And before I throw away a plastic coffee maker or inkjet printer, I salvage all the screws that hold it shut. Beyond being frugal, it is an issue of not being able to buy that type of screw. Screws for holding plastic cases shut are vaguely self tapping, usually chrome plated, with threads finer than a wood screw but not as aggressive as a drywall screw. Ubiquitous in the world, holding our junk together, this type of screw never makes an appearance in even the most well stocked hardware stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if you are specing hardware for manufacture, you know the real name, but I simply know it as The Type of Screw that Holds Plastic Bullshit Together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-8181672248572445199?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/8181672248572445199" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/8181672248572445199" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/Tn4KJNnHToQ/type-of-screw-that-holds-plastic.html" title="The Type of Screw That Holds Plastic Bullshit Together" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SnzhQxQ9MmI/AAAAAAAAE5U/_iy_RjRo77k/s72-c/Jar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/08/type-of-screw-that-holds-plastic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-4042611574490010539</id><published>2009-07-19T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:24:32.580-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coco's Variety" /><title type="text">Lettering, Part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn3NMeAAI/AAAAAAAAE1U/8zA-yvCiqQo/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn3NMeAAI/AAAAAAAAE1U/8zA-yvCiqQo/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360312548377624578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn26ZDo2I/AAAAAAAAE1M/kIqTvMYTvSk/s1600-h/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn26ZDo2I/AAAAAAAAE1M/kIqTvMYTvSk/s400/DSC_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360312543330149218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn2vzgLVI/AAAAAAAAE1E/DRw3wvWLcE0/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn2vzgLVI/AAAAAAAAE1E/DRw3wvWLcE0/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360312540488281426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to open a sticker department at &lt;a href="http://www.cocosvariety.com/"&gt;Coco's Variety&lt;/a&gt; and considered taking this old wood flat file to Jose to have the top painted. Having painted the facade of Coco's, our parking signs, our chisel and our bicycles, I knew that he could do the job with style and panache. Although he is extremely reasonably priced, times are tight and we are counting every penny so I decided to give hand lettering another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than engage in the extraordinarily &lt;a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/02/hand-lettering.html"&gt;amateurish efforts of freehand&lt;/a&gt; again, I used the magic of Photo-Lettering to create a template to work from. Excepting the disastrous connecting of the C and the K into a giant blob, I think it turned out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to &lt;a href="http://www.houseind.com/"&gt;House Industries&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.photolettering.com/"&gt;Photo-Lettering&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.houseind.com/fonts/edbenguiatfonts"&gt;Ed Benguiat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-4042611574490010539?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4042611574490010539" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4042611574490010539" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/djuN8IQwuQo/lettering-part-2.html" title="Lettering, Part 2" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SmOn3NMeAAI/AAAAAAAAE1U/8zA-yvCiqQo/s72-c/DSC_0005.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/07/lettering-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-5248777382420366126</id><published>2009-06-17T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:36:22.318-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bicycles" /><title type="text">Unstealable</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJrqc97I/AAAAAAAAEuU/53kVNr0PARg/s1600-h/Motiv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJrqc97I/AAAAAAAAEuU/53kVNr0PARg/s400/Motiv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346880749008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motiv, known as a low end department store purveyor of comfort and "mountain" bikes, appears to have been on the golden path at some point in the 1980's. If you line up a group of Miyatas, Nishikis, Univegas and Bridgestones, you will discover that the frames are all very similar to one another as they were assembled by the same Japanese frame manufacturer. Looks like Motiv had a couple made by them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJ6n1maI/AAAAAAAAEuc/4FFF4iVEFlE/s1600-h/Motiv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJ6n1maI/AAAAAAAAEuc/4FFF4iVEFlE/s400/Motiv3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346884764572066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motiv made a lot of the same aesthetic mistakes that others made in the 1980's. This frame became a donor of components to get another, less "aesthetically challenged" bike on the road. Hanging on a hook  and ignored at &lt;a href="http://www.cocosvariety.com/"&gt;Coco's Variety&lt;/a&gt; for months, I decided I would refashion it into an unstealable bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJEzJhzI/AAAAAAAAEuM/xD8__zM9OG4/s1600-h/Motiv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJEzJhzI/AAAAAAAAEuM/xD8__zM9OG4/s400/Motiv1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346870316500786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sure, it is dusty, but that is some pretty decent looking lug work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJ3bx1KI/AAAAAAAAEuk/RfFnkVJTRaE/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJ3bx1KI/AAAAAAAAEuk/RfFnkVJTRaE/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346883908687010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time &lt;a href="http://www.houseind.com/"&gt;House Industries&lt;/a&gt; sends a parcel, the box is full of stickers. Naturally, they are great and I will occasionally slap one on my PeeChee folder, but it proved just too many to deal with. They make stickers for everything. I mean, just how full of themselves are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklKKoDSqI/AAAAAAAAEus/V1Vcz8NBl3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklKKoDSqI/AAAAAAAAEus/V1Vcz8NBl3Y/s400/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346889060436642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With at least 40 stickers at hand, I thought I could fix two problems at once: Cover the dubious pink/gray/white paint job on the Motiv and use up the pile of stickers on my desk. Thus, I figured, I would create an unstealable bike. Not that it is too ugly to steal, because I think it turned out pretty sick, but nobody would steal it as no human could have the patience to peel all those stickers off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sjk-QbwzWBI/AAAAAAAAEu0/UZq1CPJ5Gz8/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sjk-QbwzWBI/AAAAAAAAEu0/UZq1CPJ5Gz8/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348374484530452498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With an X-acto knife, I trimmed around every braze-on, the water cage bosses and around each lug. Rather than looking like a bunch of randomly tacked on junk, I think it gave the lowly Motiv a pretty finished look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sjk-Qr8rQ7I/AAAAAAAAEu8/P1Rk0-E0Tw8/s1600-h/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sjk-Qr8rQ7I/AAAAAAAAEu8/P1Rk0-E0Tw8/s400/DSC_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348374488875221938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Soul SR stem and no name Japanese drop bars. A Frankenstein, for sure. All mismatched components. The rear wheel is Schrader while the front is Presta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sjk-QyVmoGI/AAAAAAAAEvE/X1rOJl9C3g0/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/Sjk-QyVmoGI/AAAAAAAAEvE/X1rOJl9C3g0/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348374490590388322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything is Japanese and definitely at the low end of mid-grade quality. It is like a who's who of non-collectible parts - Sugino, Suntour, SR, Araya, Shimano 105 - yet it rides great. Feels light, rides light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-5248777382420366126?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/5248777382420366126" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/5248777382420366126" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/jvr7bc-3pjg/unstealable.html" title="Unstealable" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SjklJrqc97I/AAAAAAAAEuU/53kVNr0PARg/s72-c/Motiv2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/06/unstealable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-8959980645783806054</id><published>2009-04-16T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:12:53.704-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><title type="text">Concours d'LeMons</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SeesdD3lTII/AAAAAAAAEZk/yfV1q67VWbE/s1600-h/CDL09-Website-header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SeesdD3lTII/AAAAAAAAEZk/yfV1q67VWbE/s400/CDL09-Website-header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325414699643522178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could have just been a goof, but the d'LeMons crew shows their true automotive passion through the myriad of event categories. My favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacuum-Carb Era, 1973-1983 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For: Cordoba, Mirada, Monza, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;An inside joke for those that have suffered the business end of a vacuum, semi-electronic carburetor. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.concoursdlemons.com/participants.html"&gt;Concours d'LeMons Categories&lt;/a&gt; (Thanks, Aaron!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-8959980645783806054?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/8959980645783806054" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/8959980645783806054" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/rRQOaGJk74c/concours-dlemons.html" title="Concours d'LeMons" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SeesdD3lTII/AAAAAAAAEZk/yfV1q67VWbE/s72-c/CDL09-Website-header.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/04/concours-dlemons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-7140725298546158160</id><published>2009-02-13T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:31:50.260-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tools" /><title type="text">Hand Lettering</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SZYpX4_SzSI/AAAAAAAAED8/fob8_CdXic8/s1600-h/Toolbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SZYpX4_SzSI/AAAAAAAAED8/fob8_CdXic8/s400/Toolbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302471101686926626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I saw the Von Dutch-lettered gold Snap-On toolbox at the Brucker auction, I immediately bought myself a can of fire engine red One Shot enamel paint with the plan to hand letter everything I own. Well, that was a few years ago and I never did get around to trying it out. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know some fellas with stone cold lettering skills, the fact that I am willing to display my extraordinarily amateurish first attempt borders on disgraceful. An insult, if you will, to their epic talent and my stunning lack of the same. But, as amateurs, the only thing we have going for us is our brazen willingness to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SZYpX7BsWkI/AAAAAAAAEEE/7DuddHjXqhc/s1600-h/Hammers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SZYpX7BsWkI/AAAAAAAAEEE/7DuddHjXqhc/s400/Hammers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302471102233860674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there they are. First, I did HAMMER. In case the hammer forgot it was a hammer. Or, I suppose, if I forgot it was a hammer. I immediately regretted that goofy H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did SMALL HAMMER, which is, arguably, my most successful attempt. The skill is no better than the others, but it was a better design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ANOTHER HAMMER which probably could have survived without that trailing R but I do like the stacked M's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I did 1 LAST HAMMER. As you can see I attempted a rudimentary pinstripe. Though I am fond of hot rod flourish-y pinstriping, my goal was more of a locomotive style stripe of outlining the lines of the object. Though not accomplished, it is successful enough to try again. I always thought it would be cool to outline every contour of a black engine block with a bright green stripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have watched sign painters and pinstripers, I always thought the way they brace their hands like tripods to steady themselves looked very awkward. I would pretend I was painting, trying to replicate how they had their hands, but it just didn't feel workable. Well, after 3 minutes of painting I found myself doing the same exact thing - unconsciously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-7140725298546158160?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/7140725298546158160" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/7140725298546158160" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/aARMKgjXZqg/hand-lettering.html" title="Hand Lettering" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SZYpX4_SzSI/AAAAAAAAED8/fob8_CdXic8/s72-c/Toolbox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/02/hand-lettering.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-2279262302358485557</id><published>2009-02-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:13:57.106-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truck" /><title type="text">Chevrolet COE for Suckers</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SYt501V5wZI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Fwa6eS02fiU/s1600-h/COE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SYt501V5wZI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Fwa6eS02fiU/s400/COE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299463335110623634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chevrolet COE, Highway 126, between Fillmore and the 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your name is Oliver Stanley Tommygun, you won't even need to paint the door! Or Oksana S. Tuxedo - she wouldn't have to paint the door either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having driven by this truck 20 times, I finally had to stop, take picture and see what sort of a scam they were perpetuating on the For Sale sign. As I have a new steely resolve to resist any time/money sucking projects, I merely stopped as a curiosity. Just for kicks. Just to see what people are up to in this crazy bing-bong world. Just to see what sort of bullshit values people are able to convince themselves of in that moment when Sharpie meets For Sale sign, when they have given up but picture some city slicker coming by with a Halliburton case full of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$4000! Ah, yes. I read on and it did give me moment of pause. I thought it said, "Really Strong Runner" and I thought, "huh. Ain't that the pickles?" Somebody actually spent the time to rebuild that dried out old Rochester carburetor, replaced all the brake lines and wheel cylinders, bought new brake shoes, replaced the master cylinder, rebuilt the front end, put on new shocks, adjusted the valves and swapped out the water pump when the bearing sounded like a jet engine. All this assuming the engine wasn't seized. Then, I read closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really Strong Fixer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Not me. Not this time! I learned my &lt;a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-expenses-spared.html"&gt;lesson&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-2279262302358485557?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2279262302358485557" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2279262302358485557" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/AyB14LR99Kg/chevrolet-coe-for-suckers.html" title="Chevrolet COE for Suckers" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SYt501V5wZI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Fwa6eS02fiU/s72-c/COE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2009/02/chevrolet-coe-for-suckers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-6269176803461821768</id><published>2008-11-22T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:41:13.371-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="losangeles" /><title type="text">NY Times: The Los Angeles of Ry Cooder and Mister Jalopy</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SSiBWUi5ihI/AAAAAAAADl4/CalvFVGDONE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SSiBWUi5ihI/AAAAAAAADl4/CalvFVGDONE/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271605584309357074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago, Ry Cooder and I went out to the dry lakes with the Old Crow Speed Shop,  the Bobby Green Bellytanker and the New York Times. The article is out tomorrow and it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the Los Angeles that people imagine, of red carpet premieres, Botox lunches, velvet rope nightclubs, Venice bodybuilders and tony boutiques. It is not a fable. That is real. Or, at least, it physically exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the Los Angeles that I know. Aerospace surplus hardware stores, smoky and ashtray-less Koreatown English hunt club bars in crumbling hotel basements, perfect beer buzz lunches in filtered sunlight at the Farmer's Market , the wild dogs of Pacoima, sprawling thrift stores, trolling junkyards for old diaries and Polaroids, the drag races at Pomona, chrome plating shops, backyards stacked with 300 bicycles, gold miners eager to show their biggest nuggets, fishing for carp in the Los Angeles River, optimists taking over art museums, the nicad battery selection at Electronic City, the metal patination case at Industrial Metal Supply, Kit Kraft Hobby, the gem vault at the Natural History Museum, the Szechuan peppercorns of Alhambra, the churlish bartenders at Hop Louie, the sneaker shops of Little Tokyo, the imported coldcuts at Monte Carlo Deli, the Japanese garden on the roof of the New Otani Hotel, the bicycle swap at the Encino Velodrome, the DDR kids at the Santa Monica Pier, the mustard at Philipes, the dim sum carts of Monterey Park, the carnitas at Carrillos, the buffalo at Hart Park, the Kris Special at the Waystation, the netsuke room at LACMA, the Remington Rolling Block at the Backwoods Inn, the coffee shop at the LA Police Academy, the abandoned restaurant with leather walls at Union Station, the yardage of the Garment District, the abandoned fire station in the Toy District with the quartersawn oak lockers viewable through the crack in the door, the first two rows of lowrider history at the Pomona Auto Swap, Abe Lincoln's hat at the Huntington Library, the camellia forest of Descanso Garden, the bolt room of Roscoe Hardware that is hidden in a kitchen remodeling home center, the genius at the Museum of Jurassic Technology, the chile pepper booth at the Grand Central Market, sneaking to the top balcony of the Bradbury Building, the threadbare and dented Variety Arts Center, the orange groves of the 126 and the secret utility salvage yard in the northeast San Fernando Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry and I share this Los Angeles and it was fun to show it to Lawrence. He did us proud. Los Angeles tries to throw itself away every day but we are still gold prospectors, hot rodders and guitarists. Our fundamental awesomeness will not be impinged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2008/11/23/travel/23Cooder.html"&gt;Ry Cooder's  American West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-6269176803461821768?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6269176803461821768" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6269176803461821768" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/ForaHcfvZiM/ny-times-los-angeles-of-ry-cooder-and.html" title="NY Times: The Los Angeles of Ry Cooder and Mister Jalopy" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SSiBWUi5ihI/AAAAAAAADl4/CalvFVGDONE/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/11/ny-times-los-angeles-of-ry-cooder-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-4210741247782453769</id><published>2008-10-16T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:48:06.230-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camaro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><title type="text">Some Expenses Spared</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezXwiX_8I/AAAAAAAADS4/wtTs47trwZY/s1600-h/Camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezXwiX_8I/AAAAAAAADS4/wtTs47trwZY/s400/Camaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257868310725787586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, yes. The Camaro. One of the automobiles from the stable that has not elicited a single mention on Hooptyrides. Initially, I envisioned having this car for a mere month or two. Do a little work and flip it for a modest profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intent was simple - I wanted the Camaro for the sole purpose of driving to Tommy's Hamburgers while listening to Van Halen.  Then I discovered the 2 broken studs failing to secure the lowly, leaking 2 barrel carburetor - the cause of lackluster acceleration answered, as it sucked air, diluted the air to fuel ratio and bogged down. And that, my friends, is how little projects become big projects. The Camaro is done. Or, done-ish. Done as it is going to be. And it took a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I have finally learned my lesson:  There are no quick projects. Right now I sit here before you, humbled by my lack of timely progress, and I commit to you, never again. Only heart and soul projects from here on out. I will leave the quick flips and modest profits to those who can actually extract those few dollars in reasonable time frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYMdEuHI/AAAAAAAADTA/4rds9pKgo1c/s1600-h/CamaroStereo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYMdEuHI/AAAAAAAADTA/4rds9pKgo1c/s400/CamaroStereo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257868318219745394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the time of this photo, I added an additional Van Halen album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unchained&lt;/span&gt;. And, recognizing that not all passengers rock it at the same level as the more senior heshers in the Hooptyrides inner circle, I have also included Kiss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alive!&lt;/span&gt; for those preferring their metal more bar-band-make-up-wearing in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYRECRrI/AAAAAAAADTI/ls9QBvHDtl8/s1600-h/Seatcovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYRECRrI/AAAAAAAADTI/ls9QBvHDtl8/s400/Seatcovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257868319456904882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchased at the seat cover hut in the parking lot of the Echo Park Alta Dena dairy, the leopard skin seat covers were a completely satisfying upgrade. At a mere $40, the proprietor installed the covers for no additional charge. With the texture of a stuffed animal won at the carnival, the seat covers tend to pull themselves out of shape with every egress and ingress. No matter, I love them. As engaged readers have already noticed, I also added a lace-up, faux leather steering wheel cover. It sounds ridiculous, but it makes a tremendous difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYhbXDfI/AAAAAAAADTQ/tUkWIWdMgCM/s1600-h/House33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYhbXDfI/AAAAAAAADTQ/tUkWIWdMgCM/s400/House33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257868323849702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, the House 33 sticker really jazzes things up. When you start so low, modest improvements are palpable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYsoGx9I/AAAAAAAADTY/SZRU3rvhOXk/s1600-h/ExpensesSpared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezYsoGx9I/AAAAAAAADTY/SZRU3rvhOXk/s400/ExpensesSpared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257868326855952338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are levels at which Hooptyrides addresses deferred maintenance issues. It is a complicated matrix of variables which includes cost, availability of parts, seriousness of aesthetic detriment, safety concerns, time required and, perhaps most importantly, sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1 - Restoration&lt;br /&gt;Pebble Beach grade restoration will require finding NOS parts that are date coded to the correct year. The bolt heads will align along a common axis. The installation will be at the level of a pro restoration shop - far exceeding original factory specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2 - Refurbishment, New Parts&lt;br /&gt;With reasonable attention to detail, individual will replace offending components with newly manufactured reproduction parts that appear as new to all but the snootiest, number-matching snobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3 - Refurbishment, Used Parts&lt;br /&gt;Junkyards are scoured to find replacement components from the same general year, make and model. The condition would best be described as "better than what I had before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4 - Best We Can Do, No New Parts&lt;br /&gt;For example, in this case, the bumper of the car would be removed, any broken hardware would be discarded and a best attempt would be made from the selections available at Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5 - Not the Best We Can Do, No New Parts, Source Material Restricted to Contents of Kitchen Junk Drawer&lt;br /&gt;This is the sort of repair that you encounter on an aging automobile that is collapsing in on itself. As the cost of professional work starts to eclipse the value of the car, the repairs have a decidedly more creative flavor. As you unravel your new crappy car purchase, you will find drywall screws holding together the goddamnedest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6 - Parking Lot&lt;br /&gt;Repairs executed using only materials found in a parking lot at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7 - Removal of Components&lt;br /&gt;Think of this as surgery without the finesse. As issues crop up, simply remove the part and see how the drive ability is effected. I would say, on average, most automobiles are over-fastened by at least 20%. In other words, removal of one fifth of the bolts, nuts, screws, clips and fasteners will not categorically lead to complete failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8 - Do Nothing&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous. When you are completely disengaged from the automobile, failures come with a suddenness that is not only dispiriting, but also quite dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Camaro is considerably more solid than I found it, there are certainly still easter eggs to be found. For example, there is a terrific example of farmyard welding to patch the exhaust system. With ample MIG wire still remaining at the site of the repair, the hole is mostly closed with just enough of a leak to produce a satisfying growl. The effect is particularly effective while driving through a tunnel - heavy on the gas with the V-8 roar echoing off the walls until you are bearing down on a hapless Hyundai only to lift off the gas to produce an epic backfire amplified by the close quarters. People get out of the way, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shortcuts and outstanding issues remaining on The Sister Golden Hair Surprise Camaro, I must say, when you are sailing down the road and listening to Van Halen under full V-8 power, you really do find yourself saying, with a shit eating grin, "This is a nice fucking car! It is a piece of shit, but it is a hot fucker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is not a nice car in comparison to a new Honda from the perspective of performance, economy, quietness, comfort, climate controls, visibility, stopping distance or handling, but it has a definite appeal. People give you the thumbs up at stop lights. Fans come and talk to you at gas stations. Wild Stories are told about similar cars. I suppose that is what it boils down to - it is a car that feels like adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad decisions are more likely in a 1977 Camaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-4210741247782453769?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4210741247782453769" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4210741247782453769" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/o-77xBebZGc/some-expenses-spared.html" title="Some Expenses Spared" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SPezXwiX_8I/AAAAAAAADS4/wtTs47trwZY/s72-c/Camaro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-expenses-spared.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-1293951560813781059</id><published>2008-09-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:12:01.627-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><title type="text">Epic 1943 Dodge Carry-All Project</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHPpzEDIsI/AAAAAAAACUw/ja6bug3VH9I/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHPpzEDIsI/AAAAAAAACUw/ja6bug3VH9I/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242699758224745154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHQCbkwDOI/AAAAAAAACU4/gH0Sfkqo0AY/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHQCbkwDOI/AAAAAAAACU4/gH0Sfkqo0AY/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242700181416185058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHQDIc51YI/AAAAAAAACVA/3sNumpfaDZw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHQDIc51YI/AAAAAAAACVA/3sNumpfaDZw/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242700193462867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If the scope of this 2 year Dodge Carry-All reconstruction does not give you an upset stomach, then you are clearly a stronger individual than I! My goodness, this is a lot of work. Just the fabrication of the interior birdcage support is two weekends worth of busted knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having documented lots of project construction, I can attest that it is difficult to find the time and patience for documentation when you are up to your nose in metal filings and rancid brake fluid. So, hats off to MooseCreekMaple, as this is a fine archive you have assembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageevent.com/moosecreekmaple"&gt;Power Wagons, Dogs and Adventures&lt;/a&gt; (Thanks, JB!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-1293951560813781059?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/1293951560813781059" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/1293951560813781059" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/yvujcz3YNc0/epic-1943-dodge-carry-all-project.html" title="Epic 1943 Dodge Carry-All Project" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SMHPpzEDIsI/AAAAAAAACUw/ja6bug3VH9I/s72-c/Picture+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/09/epic-1943-dodge-carry-all-project.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-1161869931789939273</id><published>2008-08-10T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:34:30.772-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tools" /><title type="text">Breaking Crescent Wrenches</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJ9PnnKs4uI/AAAAAAAACDM/F5eXJnGVmuU/s1600-h/BrokenCrescentWrench.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJ9PnnKs4uI/AAAAAAAACDM/F5eXJnGVmuU/s400/BrokenCrescentWrench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232988833975165666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to imagine the stress and stretching involved in this minor catastrophe. Minor, as I have additional adjustable wrenches in the tool crib. Catastrophe, as it is so clearly destroyed and beyond salvaging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-1161869931789939273?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/1161869931789939273" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/1161869931789939273" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/z8Izh59IuhA/breaking-crescent-wrenches.html" title="Breaking Crescent Wrenches" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJ9PnnKs4uI/AAAAAAAACDM/F5eXJnGVmuU/s72-c/BrokenCrescentWrench.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-crescent-wrenches.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-2198088122303033075</id><published>2008-07-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:42.365-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tools" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coco's Variety" /><title type="text">The Downward Force of Hammers (When Not Hammering)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJDxxKl37EI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nH-cu-R5GPI/s1600-h/ToolShop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJDxxKl37EI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nH-cu-R5GPI/s400/ToolShop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228944994336238658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In preparation for unveiling the new &lt;a href="http://www.cocosvariety.com/"&gt;Coco's Variety&lt;/a&gt; tool department, I lined the drawers of an old Craftsman toolbox with roll linoleum. Though I have previously used lino for such, it is the first time I have affixed it with adhesive. Despite leaving the unrolled linoleum in the sun for a couple of hours, the pieces are so small they still want to curl and become unstuck. Hammers and dollies proved a perfect solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJDxxLD52GI/AAAAAAAAB7c/jkJS9iti7dc/s1600-h/ToolShop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJDxxLD52GI/AAAAAAAAB7c/jkJS9iti7dc/s400/ToolShop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228944994462193762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, these hammers will not be for sale at the Coco's Variety tool department as these are from the corporate collection of Hooptyrides, Inc. Historically, we sold fine tools from a cart outside the store but they tended to get dusty, which discouraged sales. Shoplifting attempts, however, remained undeterred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-2198088122303033075?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2198088122303033075" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2198088122303033075" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/pPxuENR3cnY/downward-force-of-hammers-when-not.html" title="The Downward Force of Hammers (When Not Hammering)" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SJDxxKl37EI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nH-cu-R5GPI/s72-c/ToolShop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/07/downward-force-of-hammers-when-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-4088629037780220553</id><published>2008-07-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:42.511-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misterjalopy" /><title type="text">Mister Jalopy on NPR's Day to Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SHuL5rY3gKI/AAAAAAAABw4/5kcDMEy-Cck/s1600-h/jalopy540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SHuL5rY3gKI/AAAAAAAABw4/5kcDMEy-Cck/s400/jalopy540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222922015882051746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mister Jalopy, in front of &lt;a href="http://www.cocosvariety.com/"&gt;Coco's Variety&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with &lt;a href="http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/au/26"&gt;Dale Dougherty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nemomatic.com/nemomatic/home.html"&gt;Nemo Gould&lt;/a&gt;, I was interviewed for NPR's Day to Day on the Maker's Movement. Celeste and Shereen did a great job bringing together a compelling piece on why we should be doing more making and less buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having written the Maker's Bill of Rights back in 2005, I feel that we have effectively made our case to makers that we deserve to truly own the things we purchase. Having won that battle, I have devoted myself to talking to corporations to explain how lowering the draw bridges and engaging consumers is not just respectful of consumers, but also sound fiscal advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks NPR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92508461"&gt;Mister Jalopy and the Maker's Movement on NPR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makezine.com/04/ownyourown/"&gt;Maker's Bill of Rights at Make&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-user-serviceable-parts-inside.html"&gt;My original Hooptyrides post that became the Maker's Bill of Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-4088629037780220553?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4088629037780220553" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4088629037780220553" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/aYzCrnVgTW0/mister-jalopy-on-nprs-day-to-day-today.html" title="Mister Jalopy on NPR's Day to Day" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/SHuL5rY3gKI/AAAAAAAABw4/5kcDMEy-Cck/s72-c/jalopy540.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/07/mister-jalopy-on-nprs-day-to-day-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-5410003455917827696</id><published>2008-04-14T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:42.703-08:00</updated><title type="text">Dodge Caliber SRT-4 is Yowza Spot-On</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwGUSlVKUkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oyXWWnEKuXI/s1600-h/Caliber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwGUSlVKUkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oyXWWnEKuXI/s400/Caliber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116533698649018946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There is great nobility in the small car and a lot to love about a modest automobile that is a capable performer, knows its place in the world and does small car things small car well. As the air cooled Volkswagens proved a generation ago, the honest compact can stand on its own merits and doesn't have to be pretend to be something it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While I was largely disappointed by the compact cars at the last Los Angeles Auto Show, I was quite taken by the Dodge Caliber. Comparatively, it really seemed to be a car of integrity, both in construction and design. For example, the uninspiring Toyota Yaris has power windows while the bottom-of-the-barrel Caliber has manual crank up windows. All things being equal, one look at the Yaris' more feature-rich window sticker and it would seem to best the Caliber, but the Caliber &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; like a better car. It seems that the Dodge budget for power windows went into building quality instead. Of course, I don't have their respective balance sheets in front of me, but the Caliber earned my respect with its quality feel and materials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four-door hatchback, the Dodge Caliber is a champion of utility. The cubic foot cargo specs lie, as any hatchback owner can attest to the extraordinary volumes that present themselves when necessary. Without the limits of a sedan, the hatchback lets you think in terms of a world without barriers. Recline the passenger seat and you are able to carry 8 foot 2" x 4"s, one end wrapped in an old t-shirt and resting on the dash while the other end sticks out the hatch with an attached Twix wrapper serving as a red warning flag. Add a 6' Noble Fir Christmas tree, two flats of pansies, two bags of Quikcrete, a case of Tecate, a large pizza, two cans of Ajax and a new water-saving toilet to really appreciate the black hole qualities of the hatchback. Believe me, your passenger won't mind sitting in the back seat one bit. What with the pine smell and the limo service, they will feel like a Kennedy on the way to Hyannisport.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So, if there is nobility in a small car of restraint, what if that piety is thrown out the window and a monster is born? The Renault Turbo R5 breathed fire into the lowly LeCar and transformed it into a true classic of the 1980's - a decade in which few classics emerged. And consider the VW GTI, which practically invented the hot hatchback. What are these bastardizations of economic restraint when they crash head on with turbo chargers and giant disc brakes? Hopefully, examples of exquisite balance in the form of extreme performance driving onto freeway entrance ramps, downtown lane splitting, and abandoned business park skid pad practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I already respected the Caliber, I was thrilled to learn that Dodge SRT is shopping the parts bins and building a little beast of a hatchback... A turbo charged aluminum 4 with cast iron cylinder sleeves and tiny oil squirters to keep the pistons from melting. Big brakes and half shafts off a full size Dodge. Functional cold air scoops at the front bumper and ducts to cool the brakes. All the typical racecar treatments that you would add if you were going racing, like improved intake air flow, higher compression, bigger injectors, higher volume fuel pump and an external oil cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The hood scoops gave me pause since they seemed to be non-functional geegaws, but they are open and used to exchange air to keep the under hood temperatures lower. The interior is a little tarted up for my taste, but I love the aftermarket boost gauge and dash gizmos that report 0-60, 1/4 mile time, braking distance and g-force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This would really speed up garage saling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Caliber SRT-4 (Around 300HP, 260 ft. lb of torque, 23 mpg)&lt;br /&gt;Reportedly around $22,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drivesrt.com/en/dodge_caliber/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-5410003455917827696?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/5410003455917827696" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/5410003455917827696" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/ooAS7mY3ebw/dodge-caliber-srt-4-is-yowza-spot-on.html" title="Dodge Caliber SRT-4 is Yowza Spot-On" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/RwGUSlVKUkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oyXWWnEKuXI/s72-c/Caliber.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/04/dodge-caliber-srt-4-is-yowza-spot-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-6120913593924025236</id><published>2008-04-13T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:41:25.396-07:00</updated><title type="text">Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine</title><content type="html">&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604525070359&amp;amp;names=Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine&amp;amp;userName=dinosaursandrobots&amp;amp;userId=21197316@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604525070359&amp;amp;names=Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine&amp;amp;userName=dinosaursandrobots&amp;amp;userId=21197316@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, there is a Japanese mook (magazine/book) dedicated to obsessive tool collecting.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Factory Gear Magazine&lt;/span&gt; dives into the toolboxes of World Rally Championship teams, Honda mechanics, F1 racing teams, German tool factories, stateside tool retailers and, much to my delight, Hooptyrides, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not a collector with comprehensive historical knowledge, I do love to compare tools of different eras and manufacturers to see how individuals have engineered solutions to common problems - how to turn a bolt, how to cut a wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 hours, the guys from Factory Gear cleaned, photographed, documented and considered hand tools that I forgot I even own. As the Factory Gear editor is also the owner of Deen Tools, it was not surprising that he and his crew were deeply knowledgeable about the engineering and manufacture of hand tools. They pointed out tiny details in construction that made one better than another - details I had never noticed on tools that I use daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I wonder what the article says would be to greatly understate my intense curiosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-6120913593924025236?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6120913593924025236" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6120913593924025236" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/7x6E8aUt4TY/mister-jalopy-in-japanese-tool-magazine.html" title="Mister Jalopy in Japanese Tool Magazine" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/04/mister-jalopy-in-japanese-tool-magazine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-2792798828498823962</id><published>2008-04-07T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:42.832-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="makezine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bicycles" /><title type="text">Mister Jalopy on Discovery Channel Canada - April 8, 2008</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pcMvK-qzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JPRcRFSFx-M/s1600-h/Trike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pcMvK-qzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JPRcRFSFx-M/s400/Trike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186559294761249586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Canadian readers, I will be on Discovery Channel Canada's Daily Planet tomorrow to discuss the &lt;a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2007/05/mister-jalopys-urban-guerrilla-movie.html"&gt;Urban Guerrilla Drive-In Movie House&lt;/a&gt; - the home brew movie projector that I built.  Hopefully, some enterprising ne'er-do-well will figure out how to put it on the internets, as the site/channel is not viewable from the rest of world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see the Urban Guerrilla in person? Come to &lt;a href="http://makerfaire.com/"&gt;Maker Faire&lt;/a&gt;, the most inspiring weekend of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discoverychannel.ca/content/?pid=183"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pZ_fK-qyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-VQXjdZTq5Q/s1600-h/BikesCars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pZ_fK-qyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-VQXjdZTq5Q/s400/BikesCars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186556868104727330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-2792798828498823962?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2792798828498823962" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/2792798828498823962" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/jjL6Z_5sbHI/mister-jalopy-on-discovery-channel.html" title="Mister Jalopy on Discovery Channel Canada - April 8, 2008" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_pcMvK-qzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JPRcRFSFx-M/s72-c/Trike.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/04/mister-jalopy-on-discovery-channel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-4223446321919153261</id><published>2008-04-05T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:42.989-08:00</updated><title type="text">Shrunken Snap-On Screwdriver</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_gTL_K-quI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-STcdRNoABU/s1600-h/Snapon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_gTL_K-quI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-STcdRNoABU/s400/Snapon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916067574098658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I buy any Snap-On screwdriver? No matter how rusty the shank? No matter how corroded the tip? No matter how diminished the handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the right price, it would seem so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-4223446321919153261?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4223446321919153261" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4223446321919153261" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/NWYjGovUiew/shrunken-snap-on-screwdriver.html" title="Shrunken Snap-On Screwdriver" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_gTL_K-quI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-STcdRNoABU/s72-c/Snapon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/04/shrunken-snap-on-screwdriver.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-3235170676107098232</id><published>2008-04-04T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:52:23.565-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><title type="text">Nash Ambassador - Impressively Ugly</title><content type="html">&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604380374158&amp;amp;names=Nash Ambassador&amp;amp;userName=dinosaursandrobots&amp;amp;userId=21197316@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604380374158&amp;amp;names=Nash Ambassador&amp;amp;userName=dinosaursandrobots&amp;amp;userId=21197316@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting about the &lt;a href="http://www.dinosaursandrobots.com/2008/04/faurecia-concept-car.html"&gt;Faurecia concept car on Dinosaurs and Robots&lt;/a&gt;, I can not help but to think about the Nash Ambassador that spent some time at Hooptyrides, Inc. Mercifully, it has returned to whence it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 1950's, the independent American automakers were having an extremely difficult time competing with the Big Three. Following the rationing of materials during the World War II, the big auto companies locked up the supply chain of steel and rubber so that the minor players were not able to meet customer demand. When raw materials were once again available, the independent automakers responded with outrageous design to distinguish themselves from the mainline automakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash engaged the legendary Italian design firm, Pininfarina, to design a luxury automobile. To save development costs, Nash fitted the Ambassador with a powerful, modern Packard V8 engine. In theory, it seems like a good idea. Without fax machines or email, Nash executives tried to explain to Italian sports car designers what an American luxury car should be. As evidenced by the photos above, the collaboration was not a success. Through mergers and dilution, Nash eventually became American Motors, but 1957 was the last new model year for the Nash marquee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Paris Hilton or McMansions, the Nash Ambassador is an easy target. During a visit to Hooptyrides, Gale Banks declared it the ugliest car he had ever seen. He is not wrong, but the longer the Ambassador sat in my back yard, the more I began to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boldness&lt;/span&gt; - It has a lot of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comprehensive&lt;/span&gt; - Every single element of the car was designed. From the hood ornament to the gas cap, nothing was left to chance or considered to minor to escape the Italians. If nothing else, Nash certainly got their money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complexity &lt;/span&gt;- Check out those front fenders and the grill. The sheet metal has more folds and curves than the Sydney Opera House. Complex, yes. Elegant, graceful? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Condition and Originality&lt;/span&gt; - Not a function of design, the car was completely original right down to the pink leather and silver brocade interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lineage to Nash Metropolitan&lt;/span&gt; - Probably a decision that doomed the Ambassador to being forever awkward, the choice was made to tie the ambassador to the Nash Metropolitan. Though it is not immediately apparent, there is a &lt;a href="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-1960-1969/1961-Nash-Metropolitan-Aqua-White-le.jpg"&gt;Metro&lt;/a&gt; nestled between those pontoon fenders. The Ambassador is actually a docking station for the trapped Metro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking the Pininfarina 1950's &lt;a href="http://www.pininfarina.com/index/storiaModelli/timeline/1950"&gt;timeline&lt;/a&gt;, the Alfa Romeo Giulietta Spider and Ferrari 250 are mentioned but somehow the Nash Ambassador has slipped through the cracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-3235170676107098232?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/3235170676107098232" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/3235170676107098232" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/v3ar9FoSQGM/nash-ambassador-impressively-ugly.html" title="Nash Ambassador - Impressively Ugly" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/04/nash-ambassador-impressively-ugly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-4913604862829303572</id><published>2008-04-01T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:43.472-08:00</updated><title type="text">Dust Enabled!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_QPK-qgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4y6g3FCuUsY/s1600-h/Dust2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_QPK-qgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4y6g3FCuUsY/s400/Dust2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184416406728256002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing a laundromat is an extreme environment, I was still mighty impressed by the accumulation of dust and lint in my security DVR. No wonder the hard drive failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_FvK-qfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmfj-oQR5N4/s1600-h/Dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_FvK-qfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmfj-oQR5N4/s400/Dust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184416226339629554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-4913604862829303572?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4913604862829303572" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/4913604862829303572" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/aykD77ZaH2A/dust-enabled.html" title="Dust Enabled!" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R_K_QPK-qgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4y6g3FCuUsY/s72-c/Dust2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/04/dust-enabled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-6817350771167149803</id><published>2008-03-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:44.495-08:00</updated><title type="text">1964 Ford Galaxie 500 Rocket Car</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOmPK-pyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/58UVJs0NVwQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOmPK-pyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/58UVJs0NVwQ/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477790104332066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Mecum Auctions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;...the most outrageous of these creative maverick enterprises was the Turbonique Company of Orlando, Florida. Aimed at the burgeoning drag racing market, their line of products consisted of three basic devices: AP superchargers, microturbo thrust engines and rocket drag axles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most outlandish of these devices was the Rocket Drag Axle, which connected mechanically to a car’s differential and, when ignited, surpassed the engine’s motive force by upwards of a thousand horsepower and launched the vehicle forward at a truly mind-numbing rate of acceleration. The infamous Black Widow Volkswagen Beetle, a basically stock Bug fitted with a Turbonique Rocket Drag Axle, instantly became a drag racing legend by leaving Tommy Ivo’s four-engine Showboat dragster in its dust with a 9.36 elapsed time at 168 mph on Sept.19, 1966, at Tampa Dragway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built by tobacco heir Zachary Reynolds of R.J. Reynolds Tobacco fame, the “Tobacco King” 1964 Ford Galaxie was as wild an example of a Rocket Drag Axle-equipped car as one could ask for, and certainly reflected Reynolds’ daredevil personality. Playboy, pilot, Ham Radio enthusiast and all-around enfant terrible, Reynolds specifically wanted a car that would terrorize everyone with its appearance alone...&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR-BE" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO6PK-p0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/OFiVptAAB7M/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO6PK-p0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/OFiVptAAB7M/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478133701715778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sinister Ford Galaxie is not a metaphorical rocket, as in "fast as a rocket!" It is not a marketing trademark like Oldsmobile's Rocket 88. This car actually is rocket-powered. In addition to the prodigious amount of power created by the supercharged 427 engine topped with four side draft carburetors, there is a genuine rocket engine affixed to the differential that generates an extra 1000 horsepower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO_vK-p1I/AAAAAAAAAso/caLoMeAWxj4/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hO_vK-p1I/AAAAAAAAAso/caLoMeAWxj4/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478228190996306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some stories that can't be told in words but can only be truly understood through an object of the era. The stories of cruising Bellflower Boulevard, the Bonneville speed trials, the advent of Whittier Boulevard lowriders, the WWII aerospace effort and moonshine running in '40 Fords are brought from the history books to brilliant Technicolor reality when you are able to experience an artifact in real life. There is the sculptural quality of seeing the object in space that makes it real and palpable but, even more importantly, there is the human element of coming to grips with the craftsmanship and engineering of details. That is where you see the mark of the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOw_K-pzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CbpsKc8vvO4/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOw_K-pzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CbpsKc8vvO4/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477974787925810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car epitomizes what I wanted to be when I grew up... A savage engineer on the razor's edge. A craftsman dedicated to awesomeness. An artist building folly. It is easy to dismiss this illegal monster as a rich kid's plaything, but that does not begin to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOXfK-pxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/EuIKtcEfr2E/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOXfK-pxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/EuIKtcEfr2E/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477536701261586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rocket-powered Galaxie is a beautifully executed assembly of the best technology of the time. Mad scientist-style Turbonique for the Rocket Drag Axle, commercially available speed equipment from Carter and Lathem, war surplus from Uncle Sam and ham radio equipment from hobbyist suppliers. This is not a Corvette purchased off the lot but, rather, a finely curated assemblage of great creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOO_K-pwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hVjSrhWHAzM/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOO_K-pwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hVjSrhWHAzM/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477390672373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more than an exercise in the history of 1960's speed equipment and cinder block workshop engineering, this is a story about the end of the outlaws. As when Hunter Thompson went to Vegas and Tom Wolfe rode with the Pranksters, these were the final days of those who lived in the wonderland just outside the laws. The world was changing so fast that the disparate elements of the freak power contingent were hitting the straights and ninnies from all sides. Those poor district attorneys in Vegas just didn't know what was happening to the world. As the world became a more litigious and uninteresting place, these brazen animals gave way to the sober Ralph Nader regimented era of corporate responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hPH_K-p2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/QSAJCNswYI8/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hPH_K-p2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/QSAJCNswYI8/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478369924917090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we jumped our Schwinn Stingrays over trash cans, these extravagant and vulgar machines were an inspiration to be our best. It is no wonder Jackass, monster trucks, Jesse James and hardware hacking are so popular, as these are the remnants of doing the wrong things for the right reasons. Extraordinary personal expression as high art and savage good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live the outlaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mecumauction.com/auctions/lot_detail.cfm?LOT_ID=SC0508-65922"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt; (via Hooptyrides pal &lt;a href="http://iowahawk.typepad.com/"&gt;Iowahawk&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-6817350771167149803?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6817350771167149803" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6817350771167149803" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/UtTBja5NXIk/1964-ford-galaxie-500-rocket-car.html" title="1964 Ford Galaxie 500 Rocket Car" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-hOmPK-pyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/58UVJs0NVwQ/s72-c/Picture+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/03/1964-ford-galaxie-500-rocket-car.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-612078770745367980</id><published>2008-03-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:44.628-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercedes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><title type="text">Mercedes Wheel Cylinders Rebuilt</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-GG4PK-pkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sxXu_LJ2vfk/s1600-h/BrakeCylinders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-GG4PK-pkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sxXu_LJ2vfk/s400/BrakeCylinders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179569347156158018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never really being happy with how the brakes turned out on the &lt;a href="http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunbleached.html"&gt;Mercedes 190b&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to overhaul the entire brake system the right way. At $35 per wheel cylinder, I don't know that you could find a better deal in rebuilding than ABS Power Brake in Orange, California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-612078770745367980?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/612078770745367980" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/612078770745367980" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/EZkAeWmCtiM/mercedes-wheel-cylinders-rebuilt.html" title="Mercedes Wheel Cylinders Rebuilt" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R-GG4PK-pkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sxXu_LJ2vfk/s72-c/BrakeCylinders.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/03/mercedes-wheel-cylinders-rebuilt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985189.post-6334939787827585785</id><published>2008-02-03T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:44.962-08:00</updated><title type="text">Dinosaurs and Robots Dispatch: New Digital Mag from Mark Frauenfelder &amp; Mister Jalopy</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZheCMylZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9XlQzY8kzwU/s1600-h/Dispatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZheCMylZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9XlQzY8kzwU/s400/Dispatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162921191441339794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is true that my entertaining internet presence, Hooptyrides, has been neglected as of late.  As Ed T. - official stalker of Hooptyrides - has pointed out, the time elapsed since my last post has officially set a new record for inattention by shattering the Spring 2007 period of neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I would like to claim sloth as the excuse, I have been fantastically busy launching a media conglomerate with Mark Frauenfelder called Dinosaurs and Robots. In addition to a blog and radio station, Dinosaurs and Robots is also publishing a (digital) magazine called Dispatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Magazine has been terrifically supportive of trying all sorts of novel approaches to conveying technical information and have backed it up by hiring great artists to illustrate whatever I am trying to explain. The relationship is better than great and I am spoiled by their attention to excellence. But, as a DIY-snob, I have always wanted to try to do the entire thing myself. The first issue of Dispatch is a handy magazine of projects, techniques and tools, loosely arranged around the idea of transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides planning and executing every step of the projects myself, I was also the sole designer, photographer, writer and editor of the inaugural Dispatch. It was a good deal of effort - maybe 60 hours, as it required a lot of starting from scratch. But, it was great fun and the next one will be less onerous as I have now set some standards for how I want to convey information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by Yahoo/Adobe PDF Ads&lt;br /&gt;There are folks who do not believe creative effort should be rewarded monetarily. I am not one of those people. Dispatch is released as a PDF with dynamic ads from Adobe/Yahoo. You can choose to turn off the ads or open the PDF with Apple Preview, which does not support ads. However, if you enjoy the Dispatch and would like to see future issues, I would appreciate it if you'd open with the Adobe Reader and leave the ads enabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZhpyMylaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6TaYqlB2YNY/s1600-h/Dispatch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZhpyMylaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6TaYqlB2YNY/s400/Dispatch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162921393304802722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I have had a sneak peek, I am eagerly looking forward to Volume 2 by Mark Frauenfelder. It is very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Due to issues at Mediafire, I have uploaded to archive.org, which I should have done in the first place. &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/DinosaursAndRobotsDispatchVolume1"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Eric, Mike and Matt of Yahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985189-6334939787827585785?l=hooptyrides.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6334939787827585785" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985189/posts/default/6334939787827585785" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Hooptyrides/~3/DxeY7KnN3pg/dinosaurs-and-robots-dispatch-new.html" title="Dinosaurs and Robots Dispatch: New Digital Mag from Mark Frauenfelder &amp; Mister Jalopy" /><author><name>Mister Jalopy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06586158288783026772" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l2C8nYmCV0/R6ZheCMylZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9XlQzY8kzwU/s72-c/Dispatch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hooptyrides.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinosaurs-and-robots-dispatch-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
