About two days after I talked about the relaunch of the Toyota Supra, I took a young man from Toyota US HQ to a function room somewhere in Plano, and what was parked outside?
Actually, I kinda like the “shape camo” Candy-Colored Tangerine-Flake Streamlined Baby paint job. Imagine seeing that in your garage after a heavy night’s drinking…
Best of all, I’d like to know what you’d write under “Color” on the insurance form.
From the Knuckledragger, looking at Italy circa 1944:
Why yes, yes they do:
Then again, it could have been worse, such as in Paris:
Perhaps they should have gone to Holland, where the Dutch got into the proper spirit of the thing:
Threesomes!
Your suggestions in Comments.
In my post about 9mm pistols last week, Readers chimed in about the Heckler & Koch P7 thus:
William O. B’Livion: “No love for the H&K P7?”
And Mike M: “I have a love/hate relationship with the P7. The squeeze-cock action is great in theory, but it aggravates carpal tunnel issues tremendously. No idea why. And it heats up FAST.”
Not everyone knows about the P7, of course, even among my self-identified gun nut Readers, so here it is:
As Reader Mike M. reveals, the P7 is cocked not just by working the slide (which you can do as well) or pulling back a hammer (no exposed hammer, duh), but by squeezing the grip. In addition to his mention of carpal tunnel syndrome, let me say too that the squeezing action — which is severe, as it should be — had the effect of affecting my aiming of the gun; so hard did I have to squeeze the wretched thing that after a while my hand got the shakes from muscle strain. (Bear in mind that this happened after several dozen squeezes — I seldom shoot fewer than 50 rounds when testing a handgun. YMMV.)
My biggest gripe was that the shorty barrel made accurate shooting impossible at any yardage greater than halitosis distance. I know, I know… the P7 is purely a short-range self-defense pistol, not a long-distance target shooter; but I found its strange action to be just that, or else the answer to a question never asked.
Anyway, I later had the opportunity to buy one at a very low price ($150 if I recall correctly), but passed. There are far better guns for the job than this curiosity.
This report comes out of Florida, but we face the same issue:
Coyotes have learned to thrive in the same urban development that has caused other predator populations to decline. They can cross bridges, swim canals, and navigate sidewalks while hunting for food.
A coyote’s dream home, though, would be in a suburb like Bloomingdale, where densely packed developments are surrounded by farms and pastureland — a small taste of the open range prairies they used to roam.
In Plano, there’s an abundance of wild rabbits about the place, so where there’s food, there will be predators.
My apartment building lies less than a hundred yards from a heavily-wooded creek, and I must have seen coyotes crossing the road bridge about half a dozen times since I moved here.
This is somewhat problematic because I go for walks along a trail which follows said creek bed for over a mile. Needless to say, I never walk unarmed — I never leave home unarmed, period — and even though coyotes prefer to be out and about at night time or at least dusk / dawn (when I don’t walk), I like the feel of the S&W Airweight in my pocket anyway.
I have a .38 Special shot shell lined up for trigger-pull #1, and hollowpoints for the other four.
(The shot shell is in case I get close to a snake — we have rattlesnakes, cottonmouths and water moccasins in the creek area, and I hate the bloody things.)
Of course, it’s illegal to discharge a firearm in city limits, but I’d rather argue with a judge than be bitten by a rabid coyote or fucking snake. Don’t even mention the chances of encountering some choirboy who might imagine that this fat old man is a ripe target for a little involuntary financial redistribution.
As Longtime Readers may know, one of my favorite stops when I’m in Britishland is Patisserie Valerie, which makes some of the best pastries I’ve ever tasted (along with outstanding croissants at breakfast time). Apparently, quality merchandise hasn’t been enough:
Patisserie Holdings plc announces today that, as a direct result of the significant fraud referred to in previous announcements, it has been unable to renew its bank facilities, and therefore regrettably the business does not have sufficient funding to meet its liabilities as they fall due.
As a consequence, the directors have appointed partners at KPMG as administrators to the company and its various subsidiaries.
The Chairman Luke Johnson has personally extended an unsecured, interest-free loan to help ensure that the January wages are paid to all staff working in the ongoing business.
This Loan will also assist the administrators in trading as many profitable stores as possible while a sale process is undertaken.
Needless to say, stores will be closed and people will lose their jobs.
This after one of its senior executives siphoned money out of the place to support his jet-set lifestyle. And if I could get hold of the asshole, his legal and financial problems would be the least of his problems.
Yes, I take my pastries that seriously.