CK: Tror ikke man skal fokusere på hvor mange hk mv de gamle kasser laver. Det er en GT i mine øjne, med 40 år gammel teknik.
Skal man have power og fart, så er det en ânyâ
Er til Singer
195193 - From:
CK
02/03/2016 13:58
Fuck den her bil er jeg altså godt forelsket i lige nu
Men nu er der fandeme lagt op til monster slåskamp om hvem der bygger den vildeste 964
Ruf
Singer
RWB
Ved ikke helt selv hvor jeg lægge mine penge i første omgang hvis jeg skulle
Men der er altså brugt tid på den her også 525 hestes 4.2 liters suge boxer 6 til 1130 kg. bil. Så flere heste og samme vægt ca som en F40 bare i en 964. Og så er akselafstanden flyttet 7 cm for at give bedre balance. Det er fandeme vildt!!
195192 - From:
E
02/03/2016 13:53
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195191 - From:
E
02/03/2016 13:38
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195190 - From:
Knastbigger
28/02/2016 07:52
Lækkert lille projekt, desværre ikke afsluttet
195189 - From:
Moonie
27/02/2016 09:58
195187 - From:
Moonie
26/02/2016 21:04
Hvis man keder sig en smule, så kan man d lige slå tiden lidt ihjel
Paul Sagan reflekterede på denne måde over dette billede - det sidste billede taget af Voyager på vej ud af vores solsystem. Det er dybe tanker på en fredag morgen - men det er bestemt det værd!
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, itâs different. Consider again that dot. Thatâs here. Thatâs home. Thatâs us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home weâve ever known.
— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
