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watched with anticipation.

Mike And The Mechanics...Hits

Well I'm up another level but eeek!....100 posts in 16 days .......... jim (note to self: gotta get a social life and out of this office)

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If you have ever been in a C130 with jato assist you'll know the rush ! True story btw.... The Arizona Highway Patrol came upon a pile of smoldering metal embedded into the side of a cliff rising above the road at the apex of a curve. The wreckage resembled the site of an airplane crash, but it was a car. The type of car was unidentifiable at the scene. The lab finally figured out what it was and what had happened. It seems that a guy had somehow gotten hold of a JATO unit (Jet Assisted Take Off - actually a solid fuel rocket) that is used to give heavy military transport planes an extra "push" for taking off from short jungle airfields. He had driven his Chevy Impala out into the desert and found a long and straight stretch of road. Then he attached the JATO unit to his car, jumped in, got up some speed and fired off the JATO! The facts as best as could be determined are that the operator of the 1967 Impala hit the JATO ignition at a distance of approximately 3.0 miles from the crash site. This was established by the prominent scorched and melted asphalt at that location. The JATO, if operating properly, would have reached maximum thrust within 5 seconds, causing the Chevy to reach speeds well in excess of 350 mph and continuing at full power for an additional 20-25 seconds. The driver, and soon to be pilot, most likely would have experienced G-forces usually reserved for dog fighting F-14 jocks under full afterburners, causing him to become an insignificant passenger for the remainder of the event. However, the automobile remained on the straight highway for about 2.5 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied and completely melted the brakes, blowing the tires and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface, then becoming airborne for an additional 1.4 miles and impacting the cliff face at a height of 125 feet leaving a blackened crater 3 feet deep in the rock. Most of the driver's remains were not recoverable; however, small fragments of bone, teeth and hair were extracted from the crater and fingernail and bone shards were removed from a piece of debris believed to be a portion of the steering wheel. Epilogue: It has been calculated that this moron nearly reached Mach I, attaining a ground speed of approximately 420 mph.

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Most all womens footwear made and sold in Oz use the American system of shoe sizing.There are of course, some sizing differences between styles and makers,but this a world wide phenomena. If,for instance, you take a US womans size 9,then you can be reasonably confident that an Aussie womens size 9 will fit you as well. Good luck. jim

Hi knee_boots_lover, welcome to the board. There's no need to feel uncomfortable here, so just pull up a chair a sit awhile. jim

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hushed the jeering

Contentment

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I found that each sequence was a rather tantalizing adventure in it's own right.. and very clever. Altho a little strange,I tried not to analyze the tire segment to much and just enjoyed the vid for what it was.... jim

Just because "our" Dr Wang received his Doctorate from some dubious school of Alchemy dose not mean to say yours did also.

I hope things work out ok for you.

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You can learn a lot from reading the graffiti in a bathroom, library or other public area... The best way to a man's heart is to saw his breast plate open. * Women's rest room, Murphy's, Champaign, Ill. If you voted for Clinton in the last election, you can't take a dump here. Your asshole is in Washington. * Men's rest room, Outback Steakhouse, Tacoma, Wash. Beauty is only a light switch away. * Perkins Library, Duke University, Durham, N.C. If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life, then let's all get wasted and have the time of our lives. * Armand's Pizza, Washington, D.C. Remember, it's not "How high are you?", it's "Hi, how are you?" * Rest stop off Route 81, W. VA. God made pot. Man made beer. Who do you trust? * The Irish Times, Washington, D.C. Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity. * The Bayou, Baton Rouge, La. No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her shit. * Men's rest room, Linda's Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill, N.C. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere. * Written in the dust on the back of a bus, Wickenburg, Ariz. A woman's rule of thumb: If it has tires or testicles, you're going to have trouble with it. * Women's rest room, Dick's Last Resort, Dallas, Tex. Watch out for gay limbo dancers. * Inside toilet stall door, men's rest room? Express Lane: Five beers or less. * Sign over one of the urinals, Ed Debevic's, Phoenix, Ariz. You're too good for him. * Sign over mirror in women's rest room, Ed Debevic's, Beverly Hills, CA No wonder you always go home alone. * Sign over mirror in men's rest room, Ed Debevic's, Beverly Hills, CA What are you looking up on the wall for? The joke is in your hands. * Men's rest room, Lynagh's, Lexington, KY jim

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