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It’s that time of year again..

It's not an offer, it's a threat. I'm sorry if you like Trump but IMO he is an asshoole. No wonder he likes Putin.

Confronting Canada: President Trump said in a social media post on Tuesday morning that he would impose an additional 25 percent tariff on Canadian steel and aluminum, doubling the levies he planned to put in place on Wednesday, and reiterated his notion that Canada should be part of the United States. He framed such an outcome as inevitable: “The artificial line of separation drawn many years ago will finally disappear,” he wrote.

" Extinction" by Douglas Preston. Rip roaring tale. If you want to know more about Neanderthals [ not the cigar] read this book. Fiction based on fact.

@Amos_Umwhat said:

@TRayB said:
Could be a GNX then. There were just over 500 produced in 1987, and they were the fastest "production" car in the U.S.

I asked, he said “I wish “. He then went on to explain the 500, plus 30 more that were made to satisfy the dealers. There was a 2 tenths of a second difference in the quarter mile times between the GNX and the production models, as well as a few other factors.

Still a badass car.

Very badass, especially for the mid-80s.

Funny story: I had an 86 Shelby Charger just like this one: . It was a 2.2 liter turbocharged 4 cylinder, 5-speed manual, and was pretty fast. It was a sleeper, especially against the doggish V-8s of the day. I could routinely destroy Mustangs and Camaros off the line. Once, at 4 consecutive stoplights in Pottsville PA, I annihilated a former classmate who had an 84 or 85 Camaro IROC Z (305, not 350 c.i.d.), being at least two car lengths ahead by the time I was shifting into second gear.

Anyway, everyone knew about the GNX, and wanted to go against one. I knew there was one in the area, and was fairly aching to meet him someday. So, my girlfriend at the time (now my wife) had a birthday coming up in mid-December. A woman I worked with was a baker on the side, and she made a beautiful, hand crafted and hand-decorated cake in the shape of a snowman. As I recall, it was about 16-18" tall and cost somewhere around $40 (remember, 1987 and I'm working for $251 a week). So on the day she delivered it to me at work, and said "Be very careful driving home with it.", I pulled out of the parking lot and, you guessed it, the GNX cruiises past me in the passing lane, and gets stopped at the first traffic light, with no one along side of him. There we are, side by side, no one behind us, no one in front of us, nothing, him glancing over at me, me peeking out of the corner of my eye with my heart racing, and I have this delicate birthday cake to surprise my future wife with later that evening, sitting in the back cargo area on a little cardboard tray. What a dilemma.

I let him go, a decision I regret to this day. No, on paper I couldn't take him, but I was a pretty darn good driver, fast on shifting, and unafraid to get everything the car had, but I was unwilling to destroy the cake. Ughh. I should have been cleaning icing and crumbs out of the back the next day, and explaining to my future wife and in-laws how my life would be worthless if I was afraid to take up challenges and opportunities when they appeared. But no, I saved the cake, lost a piece of my manliness, a got a wife. It still hurts though.