Czech figure skater turned American (and Republican) actress, Vera (Hruba) Ralston somehow managed to captivate everyone who met her. I dunno why.
And yes, of course she had the legs:
In one of my works-in-progress, (working title: Afternoon In Budapest), I’ve actually used this sepia pic as a basis for the heroine of the story:
I prefer her as a natural brunette to a bottle blonde anyway.
…not the dying of the light, but against those who want the internal combustion engine gone from our lives.
In one of his more serious moments, Jeremy Clarkson reviewed the Aston Martin Vantage V12, and his conclusion was unexpectedly poignant (watch it first before reading on).
“…what I’m driving here is an ending.”
Lamborghini has bid farewell to its incredible naturally-aspirated V12 engine, fitting the final two powerplants into a pair of one-off cars that pay testament to one of the great supercar motors.
The Invencible [no, that’s not a typo] coupe and Auténtica roadster are unique special editions modelled on the outgoing Aventador and will be the last 12-cylinder Lambos without any form of hybridisation, with the Italian marque set to embark on electrifying its model line-up in the coming years.
I’m not a Lambo fan, haven’t been one since the disappearance of the wonderful 400 GT:
But I love what Lamborghini cars have come to represent (even though I don’t much care for it, personally): completely batty, speed-is-everything, balls-to-the wall acceleration, hopeless impracticality, outrageous body shape, even more outrageous prices, and all that.
And all that, as Clarkson observes, is going to be taken away from us by the bloodless killjoys among us because in these oh-so modern times, we’re not allowed to have fun [thousands of silly and who-cares reasons omitted because I don’t want to have an RCOB].
Even the Puritans of the Mayflower would have said, “Stop that foolishness.”
But we can’t stop them.
I’m feeling even gloomier than Clarkson.
I see that FoxNews hottie Julie Banderas is getting divorced — having announced it in rather a public fashion:
Of course, she comes with three (3) small kids, so caveat emptor.
Always thought she was hot, kids or no kids.
Reader Mike L. sends me disgusting stuff like this — ugh — which forces me down a branch line of thought, basically to help me get rid of the taste of vomit.
I spend a lot of time talking about how much I love Britishland foods (fish & chips, meat pies, sausage rolls etc.) but I have to say that I’ve also come to love me some Tex-Mex dishes, e.g.:
and:
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the kitchen.
I really need someone to explain to me just what it is about this old warhorse that makes my trigger finger twitch and my overburdened credit card start whimpering:
I mean yes, I know that this particular one is beautiful beyond words, and in a post-Lotto-win era would already be mine, all mine. But still… I’m not nor ever will be a cowboy, and the chances of my doing any deep-woods black bear hunting are slim to non-existent. And I already have a .30-30 Winchester lever rifle.
But I still want this one, oh how I want it.
Somebody help me.
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