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That sure is how it has been presented. The reality will be different.

Just make another post, it should let you upload another pic (unless it is too big). I'd like to see it.

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TTAC deserves all the bashing they get - they have earned it. 1. Very little merit buried in a pile of inaccuracy and blind hate. I agree that you have exhibited enough real knowledge to be credible, but using TTAC lessens that. 2. It's more than "rosy proclamations" it is a lengthening list of sales and market share gains as well as increasing profits. As such, it absolutely has bearing on what happens here. 3. I have little doubt of that, but leave the TTAC garbage out of it - you'll be better off.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'. You bought a guitar to punish your ma, And you didn't like school, you know you're nobody's fool So welcome to the machine. Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream. You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar, He always ate in the steak bar, he loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the machine.

Some leave for good, and some will be back, others just come and go. Nature of the beast.

I understand funeral fatigue - I've been to too many. However, if I'm expected to be there, I go. I don't usually find comfort in the ceremony as some do, but I go out of respect.

One of the best ways to exorcise your demons is to put them on paper. I've been doing it for years, and always feel better after I do.

Both still lurk.

Did someone say "encore" ? You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side that's winning You say I let you down You know it's not like that If you're so hurt Why then don't you show it You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You had no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd You're in with Do you take me for such a fool To think I'd make contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" But you don't mean it When you know as well as me You'd rather see me paralyzed Why don't you just come out once And scream it No, I do not feel that good When I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I'd rob them And now I know you're dissatisfied With your position and your place Don't you understand It's not my problem I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you

You asked for it, PCS! I am singing this one, and I'm singing it the way Bob did. Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed Wond'ring if she'd changed it all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough And I was standing on the side of the road Rain falling on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first meet Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split it up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walking away I heard her say over my shoulder "We'll meet again someday on the avenue" Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Working for a while on a fishing boat Right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind and I just grew Tangled up in blue. She was working in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer I just kept looking at her side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me "Don't I know your name ?" I muttered something underneath my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello" she said "You look like the silent type" Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burning coal Pouring off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the caf,s at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue. So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't what they're doing with their lives But me I'm still on the road Heading for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in Blue.

Wond'ring aloud -- how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset -- my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other. Wond'ring aloud -- will the years treat us well. As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell of toast as the butter runs. Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed and I shake my head. And it's only the giving that makes you what you are.

Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

You know, I'm tempted to take that bit of idiocy apart point-by-point. But that's FOG's job. :AH-HA_wink: I will hit him on one point though. In the piece he mocks the Chevrolet "Yukon" (sic) hybrid, and that is a completely asinine position to take. There is no better place for a hybrid system than the large, truck-based vehicles where the greatest reductions in fuel consumption are to be found. We've seen how foolish it is to apply the technology to small, already efficient cars, and how ineffective that has been. Add in the sophmoric hyperbole and histrionics over this vehicle and you begin to see the depth of the author's inability.

True enough, but I'm just so bloody sick of everything 4-door. I do like that pickup concept they did recently.

Well, I know Razor ruffled plenty of feathers, but I enjoyed his perspective as well as talking music with him.

This bit stuck out, so I thought I'd quote it.

Mightymouse and Razoredge

Hardly. You and I don't agree much, but I've read enough of your posts to know that you yourself could outwrite that twit at TTAC. Quoting that guy doesn't help your own credibility, you are far more logical in stating your own position than he is. EDIT: For instance, I doubt you would have mentioned a "Chevrolet Yukon Hybrid" if you had written the piece.

Fallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend. Running on bad lines --- we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister --- it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr. President --- you've been put to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth. Looking for sunshine --- oh but it's black and it's cold Yet, you say that milk and honey's just round the bend. Giving us a hard time, my friends handing us the same line again. Fallen on hard times --- and there's nowhere to hide Now they've re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink. Turning on the peace sign --- and it's back to the wood. Soon there will be raised a holy stink. Somebody wake me. I've been sleeping too long. Oh, I don't have to take this lying down. You can keep your promises. Shove `em where they belong. Don't ask me to the party --- won't be around.

Sad state of affairs.

Don't forget that the failure of Ford, Chrysler, or VW, could shift the market in a huge way. GM is easily the strongest domestic and stands to gain hugely if one of the others goes down.