76ChevyTrucker

All right, for all of y'all who don't know what I do with my spare time, this is some of it right here. I have built all of these models, along with many more at my parent's house, hanging from the ceiling, and even more than that that have met their fate during my annual 4th of July celebration. Don't mind the dust and I hope y'all enjoy.

I remember when Matchbox was always best if you liked trucks and construction equipment (still got tons of HW and MB toys around my parent's house). But seriously I prefer scale models from Revell and the like. There's just a certain "coolness" from building your own, you know?

Great color, she looks like a winner.

Great looking ride. I wish I could have found a Cobalt sedan in that color when me and the wife were looking for her a car, but we're happy with what we have.

Something else came to me after re-reading this thread. I have a great deal of respect for the soldiers that have fought for this country. My grandfather on my mom's side was a US Army Air Force SP at 7:51am December 7th, 1941, and since he passed away before I entered the world, I never got a chance to talk to him about it, but I did get to read his military records and see his medals, two purple hearts! Even though I didn't know much about him, I still go out to his grave every chance I get and I'll crisply come to attention and salute him in thanks. My other granddad served in Korea as a USAF ground-based forward air controller. He doesn't talk about his time in Korea, but from what he has said, most of his memories aren't really of the action, but more the people he served with. I've had numerous teachers and co-workers who are former military and many are Vietnam and Desert Storm vets, and they get the utmost respect from me all the time. As of this writing my cousin, who is an Army M1A2 Abrams loader has spent two tours in Iraq and my brother-in-law is about to go on his first deployment with his brother Marines. I respect my fellow soldiers, my only wish is that I could be there with them.

I like getting out on the last Saturday of the month with all my other car guy friends and hanging out at some of the local restaurants, brings back visions of the 60s and 70s with all that Detriot iron rolling and roaring around.

I've seen a ton of '06s running around here, so apparently the sale is working, I wouldn't mind seeing what my Impala would fetch, but right now I'm so upside down on it that it wouldn't make good financial sense.

well ladies and gents, I guess since I've gotten good review so far, I'll post more on here to continue to whet people's appetites. From the second chapter: “Coastal search radars are up, no positive lock-on yet, but I suspect they’ll see us any minute now,” Barnes warned the moment she saw the long-range radars pop up on her screen. “We’ll be feet dry in ten minutes,” Gladwell announced, watching the coast of North Korea quickly approach his fighter. “Contact, bogey, eleven o’clock low, range eighty miles, heading away from us,” Captain Howard stated. “IFF is negative, he’s a bandit,” Johnson announced. “Continue closing, feet dry in two minutes,” Gladwell called out, keeping perfect track of the distance from the coast. The radios remained quiet until the aircraft came in over the coast and Gladwell called that the group was feet-dry. Then again, the chatter picked up as the North Korean air defenses started to sweep the aircraft. “North Korean air defense network is coming online, we’re being tracked by two radars, and that airborne contact has turned back towards us,” Captain Robinson reported in, watching his radar screen. “Roger that, climb to high altitude and start jamming the ground threats, we don’t need missiles and triple-A coming up from those sites,” Gladwell ordered and activated the jamming and countermeasures system aboard his aircraft. The aircraft all pitched up hard and started to climb to thirty-six thousand feet. “That got their attention, missile launch!” Barnes announced as the first Sa-10 lifted off eighteen miles away. The automatic systems on Barnes’ aircraft kicked online, setting up a jamming package to shut down the guidance radar for the missile. At the same time, the system launched two decoy rockets, both emitting a radar signature equivalent to a large aircraft along with a very inviting heat signature for the missile to track. The Sa-10 continued heading towards Barnes’ F/A-22 Raptor instead of the two decoys, again the system activated and launched two more decoy rockets away from the aircraft. This time the rockets proved too inviting a target and the missile swung away from the Raptor and exploded behind it. Damn, that was too close, Barnes thought as she continued to watch the scene fold out ahead of her bird. The jamming systems on the fighters worked and kept all but a few of the guns and missiles from firing at them, meanwhile Gladwell kept his eye on the primary threat, the large number of North Korean fighters that were beginning to bear down on his fighters. “More fighters inbound from the North,” Johnson reported as he turned to evade another burst of triple-A. “I counted four.” “Roger that Renegade One-two let them come. Renegades, inbound fighters from all sides, lets do our jobs!” Gladwell stated and changed frequencies for a moment, “US Navy fighters, this is Renegade lead, we have fighters inbound at this time, estimated number is now twelve, repeat one-two bandits inbound. We’ll lure as many as we can to you.” “Roger that Renegade lead, we’ll be waiting,” answered the commander of the F-14 squadron. His group of eight Super Tomcats was patrolling up and down the North Korean coast with the help of two E-2C Hawkeye airborne radar aircraft. He watched as the North Korean fighters closed quickly with Gladwell’s birds and they engaged in fierce dogfights. “Watch out Renegade Two-one, you’ve picked one up on your tail!” Johnson warned as he saw a MiG-27 wheel in onto Lieutenant Barnes’ tail. “My tail is clear, go help out Reaper,” Gladwell said, using his wingman’s personal call sign, instead of the group’s collective call sign. Johnson immediately threw his fighter into a hard right turn and swept in behind the MiG-27 as it lined up for an infrared missile shot. “Two-one, he’s lining up a heater shot, I’m closing into gun range.” “Roger that, don’t take too long,” Barnes responded and continued evasive action, breaking hard to the left, trying to mask her exhaust trail from the infrared seeker in the nose of the Flogger on her tail. Johnson instinctively tightened down on the trigger in his fighter and felt the M61A3 20-mm cannon in the nose of his F/A-22 come to life and spit a deadly twenty rounds out at the MiG-27 just as it started to turn back towards Barnes’ fighter. The ammunition arced out towards the Flogger and stitched a deadly pattern of tracers and explosive rounds along the left wingtip of the North Korean fighter. The MiG pilot jinked hard right to avoid the gunfire, only to sustain minor damage. “Damn, that fighter is still there Two-one, I only winged him.” “Fox two,” Captain Robinson, Renegade Three-two, announced and sent one AIM-9X Sidewinder missile heading towards an incoming flight of three Su-27 Flankers. The two accompanying fighters dumped flare salvos and broke hard away from the inbound missile. The lead fighter continued in towards Robinson’s bird, well aware of the inbound missile and fired its own heat-seeking missile before breaking away, but by then the Sidewinder had locked on and turned to follow the Flanker. The missile plowed hard into the left exhaust of the interceptor and broke the left rear quarter of the Flanker away from the rest of the airframe, sending large flaming chunks spinning down into the North Korean coast. “Renegades, looks like we’re out numbered, head outbound, lets let the Navy take care of some of the fighters and interceptors,” Gladwell announced and turned his F-15 back towards the Sea of Japan. “Navy intercept, we’re outbound, get ready to pounce them.”

I just re-read it....my mind ain't where its supposed to be tonight.

I remember one day we were up in the attic of one building rewiring it and we couldn't be up there more than 20 minutes at a time because of the heat, you'd die after about a half hour in there.

No problem, by the way, have you caught my thread about the book I'm writing?

she's up, running straight and true camino

Futurama

I have to say that I try my best to avoid hitting animals, but in some cases, I honestly believe that the animal has a death wish, like the pigeon that I hit yesterday.....two pigeons on the street, I come driving out of the neighborhood, one pigeon takes off and flys AWAY from the car, the other takes off, flys straight INTO the car, flips up and over, feathers flying everywhere and lands back in the street. Then proceeds to stand up, walk around dazed for a few minutes and flies straight into a PARKED car.....talk about suicidal birds.

Born and raised in alabama, 100+ degree days in the summer with constant high humidity all the time, I don't mind it, I really don't, but by God don't put me in an attic in those temperatures (did construction work for three years with my dad, I was the one that got to play either in the attic or under the house)....

Happy birthday y'all!

yeah, he did bring a little spice to things, he is missed, at least a little.

Have a good one too hawk, enjoy the food, the family, and the fun.

Fender!

All right, I have to say that the Element looks like a polished pile of horse $h!.....I cannot stand them. I'd rahter have me, and my dog in the bed of a regular pickup (most dogs don't jump out of pickups if they're well-trained) cruising down the road.

Largemouth Bass

the wife wants to see it, I dont' really want to see it, seems too "girly movie" to me, but I suppose that every Superman movie had an underlying love story to it....what can I say, I hate sappy movies.

I agree whole-heartedly with you on this one balth, there should be crashes like this every day in test centers around the world, not just here in the US. I know that small cars are nice to have, but when you pair them up with something like a full-size car, or hell a pickup or SUV, you're going to lose, I don't care how well built the car is...like you said, nothing can stop physics.

76ChevyTrucker: Eddie, current daily driver is a 01 Impala, but RWD vehicles in the family include: '97 TJ Wrangler, '75, '76, & '83 Chevy pickups, '92 (possibly soon replaced with newer) Chevy pickup, '89 S10 Blazer (last year of the two-door S10 Blazers), '31 Ford Model A, '66 International Loadstar 1600, 1997 Massey Ferguson 231 tractor, 2003 crew cab ZR5 S10 4WD. Wife currently drives a Cobalt (lease-car), but aspires for a Dodge Magnum with the Hemi (hopefully all the Zeta-based GM's will be out when the lease is up so I can change her mind), and my next ride as soon as the Impala is payed off will be a Chevrolet or GMC 2500 or 3500 extended cab 2WD, long bed, with either the 6.0 or the Duramax..... Gee, I hope I qualify!

fishin' hole