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Thursday, February 28, 2013
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Cool Cars With Girls images today
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FYI .. Elementary school teacher, 39, jailed for FORTY years for her affair with boy of 14 — Coweta County, Georgia (17th February 2012) …
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‘We believe that children deserve to be protected. This woman groomed and enticed a young boy she knew from birth to engage in these sexual acts. I crafted the sentence to take these things into account’
Assistant DA Kevin McMurry
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…..item 1)…. Mail Online … www.dailymail.co.uk/news … Elementary school teacher, 39, jailed for FORTY years for her affair with boy of 14
…Affair revealed when victim’s parents discovered explicit messages on his computer
…Assistant DA said they wanted to send a message out that this will not be tolerated
By PAUL THOMPSON and RACHEL QUIGLEY
Last updated at 5:25 PM on 17th February 2012
www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2102620/Elementary-schoo…
An elementary school teacher has been jailed for 40 years for having sex with a 14-year-old student.
Shannon Alicia Schmieder, 39, was told she will have to serve 20 years – by far the toughest sentence ever handed out by a U.S. court to an educator accused of underage sex.
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img code photo … Shannon Alicia Schmieder
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Shannon Alicia Schmieder was 38 when she was arrested for having an affair with a boy of 14. She has been sentenced to 40 years
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Legal experts said the jail term was the same for manslaughter and other serious crimes.
The 39-year-old knew the boy since he was born and was at one stage like a mother-figure to him, according to his family.
His mother said: ‘She was a close family friend. We had gone to the same church together for 10 years.
Our children were friends. Our families were friends. We did everything together. It’s impossible to describe how we felt to find out this was going on.’
The victim’s parents noticed a change in the relationship between their then 13-year-old son and Schmieder, saying she was acting more like a friend than a parental figure.
It was when they opened the boys Facebook page they realized something was wrong.
The mother said: ‘Never in a million years did I think I would find what I thought was evidence of inappropriate behavior between them. But there it was.’
The sentence was handed out after the mother of his young victim spoke of her ‘heartache and betrayal’ after discovering her son was involved with Schmieder.
In an emotional impact statement to the court, the mother spoke of the loss of innocence of her son and how she is struggling to come to terms with what happened to him.
The mother said: ‘As a mother of five boys, there are some things I’ve thought I would never have to worry about. April of last year our world was turned upside down.
‘We were told by investigators that our 14-year-old was a victim of child molestation. This was horrifying and unbelievable. I prayed that this was not true.
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‘The more evidence that came out the truth became real, and I began to deal with grief, denial, guilt and so many other emotions.
‘During this time I still was trying to maintain being a wife and mother. How could I have missed this… what mother can’t protect her child? I trusted so much and believed that this friend was a gift from God.
‘Words can’t begin to explain the heartache we’ve experienced this past year and the betrayal we’ve endured. Messages that were recovered showed me more and more evidence and it became a living nightmare. I couldn’t bear the thought of my boy trusting someone that had clearly manipulated him.’
‘We believe that children deserve to be protected. This woman groomed and enticed a young boy she knew from birth to engage in these sexual acts. I crafted the sentence to take these things into account’
Assistant DA Kevin McMurry
Coweta Superior Court Judge Jack Kirby imposed the sentence on the recommendation of the DA’s office.
Coweta Judicial Circuit Senior Assistant District Kevin McMurry said of the harsh penalty: ‘The state of Georgia has very strict sentences against child molestation. When I was negotiating this sentence, I treated her like I would a male perpetrator.
‘We believe that children deserve to be protected. This woman groomed and enticed a young boy she knew from birth to engage in these sexual acts. I crafted the sentence to take these things into account.
‘We want to send a message that this will not be tolerated. I actually reduced the charge from aggravated child molestation – which carries a maximum sentence of 25 years – to child molestation – with a maximum of 20 years – but wanted to ensure she would still receive a harsh sentence which recognized the life-long impact and damage done to this child.
‘Children are important and they deserve to be protected. She abused her position and the trust bestowed on her from the family and she had to be punished for this.’
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img code photo … Shannon Alicia Schmieder, 39
i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/02/17/article-2102620-11C8D9…
Sexual predator: Schmieder knew the boy most of his life and was like a mother figure to him, according to the victim’s mother, before the teaching assistant started preying on him
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img code photo … Shannon Alicia Schmieder, 39
i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/02/17/article-2102620-11C8D9…
Sexual predator: Schmieder knew the boy most of his life and was like a mother figure to him, according to the victim’s mother, before the teaching assistant started preying on him
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The victim’s mother said her son had trust issues as a result of the affair.
She said: ‘We’ve all been in counseling for several months and we’ve been made aware of so many others that are victims of child molestation and sexual abuse.
‘We were forced to realize that role models of our community like preachers, teachers, scout leaders, coaches, and even mothers that you love and trust, and have known for years, and you would believe would never hurt your child could be a sex offender. This is physically and emotionally hard to accept.’
In a final address to the judge Jack Kirby before he imposed the sentence, she added: ‘We are continuing to hurt. We will struggle in fully trusting again and we will never understand the betrayal… and still today the dishonesty.’
Schmieder worked as a teacher’s assistant at Jefferson Parkway Elementary school in Coweta County, Georgia.
‘We are continuing to hurt. We will struggle in fully trusting again and we will never understand the betrayal… and still today the dishonesty’
Victim’s mother
She pleaded guilty to two charges of child molestation following her arrest last April.
The parents of her victim, who was not a pupil at her school, found out about the affair when the discovered a series of explicit messages on his computer.
After alerting police a forensic examination of the boy’s home computer revealed Schmieder was involved in a sexual relationship.
She was arrested and charged following an interview with detectives.
Schmieder’s case – though unique because of its harsh sentence – is by no means a rare incident.
There have been countless reports of female teachers in schools across America abusing their relationship with male students and engaging in sexual relations with them.
Leading child psychologist, Dr Michael Oberschneider, who sees both teenagers who have been sexually abused and the adults who sexually abuse, said having sex with older women, especially women in a position of power is a badge of honour for some boys and their peers.
‘There is a certain mystique around the older woman in our society,’ he added. ‘If it was a man (who is abusing) in our society we are harsher, but when it’s a woman we kind of wonder about it.
‘It’s still a horrible thing, but I think there is also a little bit of unconscious permission in society. It seems to be not quite as bad when an older woman does something with a younger boy.’
Dr Oberschneider is not connected with the Schmieder case.
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SEX WITH MY STUDENTS: THE TEACHERS WHO HAVE BEEN ARRESTED, CHARGED OR JAILED
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—Elizabeth Colleen Wallis, 34, was sentenced in March to four months in the Yuba County Jail for having sex with a former underage special needs student now 17.
Wallis a teacher's assistant at Yuba Gardens Intermediate School in Olivehurst, California, came to the attention of police when they were notified of the alleged inappropriate relationship by a concerned family member of Wallis.
The boy's mother had indicated that her son was in love with Wallis.
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—Kimme Woolf, was a 29-year-old math teacher at Perrin High School in Perrin, Texas, when she was arrested for allegedly committing sexual assault on a male student, 16, and having an improper relationship with another, 18, last November.
Woolf is alleged to have slept with both boys after they repeatedly asked for sex. She is also thought to have performed oral sex on both.
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—Felecia Killings, 27, an English teacher at Rodriguez High School in Fairfield, California was arrested in November on allegations of having sex with a 16-year-old student.
Police believe the alleged relations took place at Killings’ home.
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—Sara Leann Dwiggins, 24, a math teacher at South Creek Middle School in Williamston, North Carolina, was arrested on allegations of having sex with a 14-year-old former student. She has been charged with two counts of statutory rape and two counts of sex offence with a student.
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—Gina Watring, 40, was jailed for five years last September after admitting having sex with a boy, 10, at the primary school in Durham, North Carolina. The mother-of-two had faced up to 70 years after being charged with dozens of offences.
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SEX WITH MY STUDENTS: THE TEACHERS WHO HAVE BEEN ARRESTED, CHARGED OR JAILED
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—Marcie Lynn Rousseau, 34, had sex with a 16-year-old student at least 100 times.
The Michigan English teacher was sent to prison last December to serve a minimum of four years having pleaded guilty to all the charges.
But her defence lawyer said of the student: ‘He took part in this also … He courted her, bought her lunch, brought her flowers.’
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—Jennifer Riojas, 27, a science teacher in Fort Worth, Texas, was pregnant when arrested for sexual assault in November after allegedly having sex with a 16-year-old student.
The pupil told police they met in motels and even had sex when he was in a hospital bed recovering from a football injury.
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—Megan Baumann, 28, is currently serving three years in prison after pleading guilty to various sex charges involving three male students.
The social sciences teacher had sex with one and sent him naked pictures of herself by text. The former
Tennessee teacher sent texts of her breasts and pubic region to another while she fondled the third while he was clothed.
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—Carlie Rose Attebury, 31, a former California marching band teacher, denied having sex with a 15-year-old student but admits having sex with two former students when they were 18. Attebury said that she hugged the 15-year-old boy as she did any ‘band kid’. She was sentenced to 16 months in prison in March.
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SEX WITH MY STUDENTS: THE TEACHERS WHO HAVE BEEN ARRESTED, CHARGED OR JAILED
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—Nicole Chapman, 28, was this month jailed for 10 to 12 months earlier this month for having sex with a 19-year-old special needs student in North Carolina.
Bizarrely the teenager’s mother approved of the relationship between her son and the ex North Shelby teacher and told local TV: ‘I ain’t no victim. If it is love, man, it’s love. Nobody can stop this.’
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—Marie L Fisher, 21, was last month charged with having a sexual relationship with a 15-year-old boy after sending him explicit text messages.
Fisher, who worked in the Special Education Department at Reeds High School in Sparks, Nevada, is alleged to have sent him a photo of her ‘half naked breast’ and later slept with him.
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—Bethyl Shepherd, 34, who worked in the same department as Fisher, was arrested last month after officials found out about an alleged threesome with two 17-year-old students.
Shepherd, who had taught at the school for 10 years, claimed one of the teens forced her to have sex while the other watched.
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—Barbara Anderson, 37, a teacher at a Washington State school, was arrested in March after allegedly having sex with a 17-year-old student.
The pupil in question told his uncle he was ‘getting laid by a teacher,’ according to court documents. She sent almost 800 text messages to the boy between January 15 and February 21, including more than 100 texts in one 24-hour period.
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SEX WITH MY STUDENTS: THE TEACHERS WHO HAVE BEEN ARRESTED, CHARGED OR JAILED
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—Jamie Waite, 35, a swimming instructor at a school in Utah, was arrested in March for allegedly having sexual relations with a 17-year-old student.
Police in Utah arrested the teacher after a tip off from friends of the student who claimed the pair were having a relationship.
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—Deborah J Cox, 58, of Naperville became involved with the boy while he was at Neuqua Valley High School, police said.
The teacher’s aide, had been the boy’s personal academic tutor for several years, before she was arrested in March for having an alleged sexual relationship with him.
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—Carrie Shafer, 38, a biology teacher, was caught in March by police partially naked in a car with one of her students.
An arrest report revealed the married mother-of-two, from Kentucky, was in a compromising position with a 17-year-old student from her school in Louisville. Police said the windows of the car were ‘steamed up’ and both occupants were partially clothed.
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—Gail Gagne, 29, a weight room supervisor at Cretin-Derham Hall High School, Minnesota, was sentenced to two years probation in February after having sex with a then 16-year-old student – both at her home in Bloomington and at a nearby hotel.
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SEX WITH MY STUDENTS: THE TEACHERS WHO HAVE BEEN ARRESTED, CHARGED OR JAILED
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—Chanda Frank, 34, a physical education coach at Haywood High in Brownsville, was charged with sexual battery in February, after allegedly fondling a 14-year-old female student on her softball team.
It happened at least twice between the dates of August 2010 and February 2011, according to court documents.
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—Stacy Schuler, 32, of Mason, Ohio, was charged with committing sex acts with students from her high school football team in February.
She faces 19 felony counts of sexual battery involving five male students, three misdemeanor charges of serving alcohol to underage youths and more than 96 years in prison if convicted.
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—Ashley Blumenshine, 27, a PE and dance teacher was arrested in January behind a department store in Plainfield, Illinois, after police caught her in a car with a 16-year-old boy student.
Police believe they had had sex shortly before the officers arrived and say the relationship may have gone on for more than a month.
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—Courtney Bowles, 31, a teacher who advised colleagues on how to avoid affairs with students, was caught having sex with a teenager in her car.
Bowles was found by a police officer lying naked on top of the boy, who was also naked, from her school in Colorado. A partly consumed bottle of vodka was also found in the car with the couple.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Nice Sexy Car Girls photos today
A few nice sexy car girls images I found:
Volvo
Image by Daniel Gasienica
Audi
Image by Daniel Gasienica
Porsche
Image by Daniel Gasienica
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KA6R6779-13-04-2008
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KA6R6779-13-04-2008
Image by Geogan
Modified Motors Cork 2008 – Canon EOS-1D Mark II, f2.8, 1/160", ISO 800, 90mm, Auto
KA6R6892-13-04-2008
Image by Geogan
Modified Motors Cork 2008 – Canon EOS-1D Mark II, f2.8, 1/160", ISO 800, 125mm, Auto
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Cool Hot Cars Girls images today
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IMG_4444
Image by Simon Davison
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Nice Nice Cars With Girls photos
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1955 Mercedes W 121 B II (190 SL)
Image by Georg Schwalbach (GS1311)
The Mercedes-Benz 190SL was a two door grand touring convertible with a removable hardtop. It was produced by Mercedes-Benz between May 1955 and February 1963. A prototype was first shown at the New York Auto Show of 1954.
The 190SL was sold alongside the faster, more expensive Mercedes-Benz 300SL, which it closely resembled both in its styling and in its fully independent suspension, with both cars having double wishbone suspensions at the front and swing axles at the rear. However, the 190SL did not use the 300SL’s purpose-built tubular spaceframe W198 platform, but was instead built on the shortened monocoque R121 platform, which was modified from the W121 small saloon platform.
The 190SL was powered by a completely new, slightly oversquare 1.9L straight-four SOHC engine (Type M121 BII), that developed 105 PS (77 kW; 104 hp) (or 120 gross hp) that earned itself a reputation for not running that smoothly mostly due to the difficulty in properly synchronising the twin-choke dual Solex carburetors, and that, in detuned form, was later also used in the W120 180 and W121 190 models. In fact, the four cylinder engine block of the 190SL was based on the six cylinder engine of the 300 SL. The 85 mm bore was transferred unchanged from the larger engine to the smaller, although the stroke for the 190 SL was reduced from 88.0 mm to 83.6 mm.
The car was available either as a soft-top convertible (initially priced at DM 16,500/$ 3,998) or with removable hardtop (DM 17,650/$ 4,295). A nice option to be had was the third-passenger transversal seat that could even fit an adult. In its early life, the 190SL could also be had as a sports-racing model with small perspex windscreen and aluminum doors. In 1959, the hardtop’s rear window was enlarged.
The 190SL was also referred to as the Nitribitt-Mercedes after the scandal surrounding the murder of the call girl Rosemarie Nitribitt, who owned a 190SL.
Both the 190SL and the 300SL were replaced by the Mercedes-Benz 230SL in 1963.
(Wikipedia)
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Mercedes-Benz W121 (zur Unterscheidung vom Pontonmodell 190 wurde der Werkscode um den Zusatz BII = Baureihe II ergänzt) ist die interne Bezeichnung des von 1955 bis 1963 produzierten Mercedes-Benz 190 SL. Plattform für diesen Touren-Sportwagen war die des oben aufgeführten 180er/190er Ponton-Modells. 1953 gab es Studien einer zwei- bzw. viersitzigen Variante des 180er Pontonmodells mit weitgehend der geschlossenen Limousine entsprechenden Karosserien, die aber zugunsten des Entwurfes von Walter Häcker und Hermann Ahrens verworfen wurden.
Die Modell-Zusatzbezeichnung „SL" ist die Kurzform von „Sport Leicht". Der 190 SL sollte nahe an seinen „großen Bruder", den b300 SL Flügeltürer, heranrücken, die Fahrleistungen differierten aber erheblich (105 PS gegenüber 215 PS). Bei Daimler-Benz war man sich von Anfang an dessen bewusst und sprach in den Prospekten von einem „Touren-Sportwagen".
Der 190 SL wurde in folgenden drei Varianten angeboten:
ab 05.1955 Roadster mit Stoffverdeck – Baumustercode 121.042 – Preis 16.500 DM (nach heutiger Kaufkraft 37.356 Euro)
ab 12.1955 Coupé mit Hardtopaufsatz (d. h. ohne Stoffverdeck/Verdeckkasten) – Baumustercode M 121.040 – Preis 17.100 DM
ab 12.1955 Coupé mit Hardtopaufsatz und Stoffverdeck – gleicher Baumustercode wie Coupé – Preis 17.650 DM (39.960 Euro)
Die Mehrzahl der hergestellten Modelle waren Roadster. Hier gab es die Möglichkeit, ein passendes Hardtop nachzurüsten. Mit der teuersten Version, dem „Coupé mit Roadsterverdeck", gab es für den Ganzjahreseinsatz beide Dächer. Die 190-SL-Coupéversion wurde sehr selten bestellt, weil man nach Abnahme des Hardtops zum Offenfahren auf schönes Wetter angewiesen war. Ebenso hatte eine spätere Nachrüstung des Stoffverdecks samt Verschlussmechanik und Verdeckkasten hohe Mehrkosten zur Folge.
In den ersten Verkaufsprospekten wurde eine Sportversion des 190 SL angeboten. Für den Renneinsatz (gedacht wurde hier an regionale Bergrennen oder Rallyes) sollten bessere Fahrleistungen durch die Verringerung des Fahrzeuggewichts erzielt werden. Hierzu konnten die Stoßstangen und das Verdeck abgenommen werden. Zusätzlich konnte die Windschutzscheibe durch eine kleine, leichte Plexiglasscheibe am Fahrerplatz ersetzt und die Türen gegen spezielle Leichtmetallexemplare ohne Fenster ausgetauscht werden. Von diesem „Sportroadster" wurden jedoch nur 17 Fahrzeuge (Quelle: Motor-Klassik 2/1986) produziert, die Modellvariante wurde im März 1956 eingestellt.
(Wikipedia)
1955 Mercedes W 121 B II (190 SL)
Image by Georg Schwalbach (GS1311)
The Mercedes-Benz 190SL was a two door grand touring convertible with a removable hardtop. It was produced by Mercedes-Benz between May 1955 and February 1963. A prototype was first shown at the New York Auto Show of 1954.
The 190SL was sold alongside the faster, more expensive Mercedes-Benz 300SL, which it closely resembled both in its styling and in its fully independent suspension, with both cars having double wishbone suspensions at the front and swing axles at the rear. However, the 190SL did not use the 300SL’s purpose-built tubular spaceframe W198 platform, but was instead built on the shortened monocoque R121 platform, which was modified from the W121 small saloon platform.
The 190SL was powered by a completely new, slightly oversquare 1.9L straight-four SOHC engine (Type M121 BII), that developed 105 PS (77 kW; 104 hp) (or 120 gross hp) that earned itself a reputation for not running that smoothly mostly due to the difficulty in properly synchronising the twin-choke dual Solex carburetors, and that, in detuned form, was later also used in the W120 180 and W121 190 models. In fact, the four cylinder engine block of the 190SL was based on the six cylinder engine of the 300 SL. The 85 mm bore was transferred unchanged from the larger engine to the smaller, although the stroke for the 190 SL was reduced from 88.0 mm to 83.6 mm.
The car was available either as a soft-top convertible (initially priced at DM 16,500/$ 3,998) or with removable hardtop (DM 17,650/$ 4,295). A nice option to be had was the third-passenger transversal seat that could even fit an adult. In its early life, the 190SL could also be had as a sports-racing model with small perspex windscreen and aluminum doors. In 1959, the hardtop’s rear window was enlarged.
The 190SL was also referred to as the Nitribitt-Mercedes after the scandal surrounding the murder of the call girl Rosemarie Nitribitt, who owned a 190SL.
Both the 190SL and the 300SL were replaced by the Mercedes-Benz 230SL in 1963.
(Wikipedia)
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Mercedes-Benz W121 (zur Unterscheidung vom Pontonmodell 190 wurde der Werkscode um den Zusatz BII = Baureihe II ergänzt) ist die interne Bezeichnung des von 1955 bis 1963 produzierten Mercedes-Benz 190 SL. Plattform für diesen Touren-Sportwagen war die des oben aufgeführten 180er/190er Ponton-Modells. 1953 gab es Studien einer zwei- bzw. viersitzigen Variante des 180er Pontonmodells mit weitgehend der geschlossenen Limousine entsprechenden Karosserien, die aber zugunsten des Entwurfes von Walter Häcker und Hermann Ahrens verworfen wurden.
Die Modell-Zusatzbezeichnung „SL" ist die Kurzform von „Sport Leicht". Der 190 SL sollte nahe an seinen „großen Bruder", den b300 SL Flügeltürer, heranrücken, die Fahrleistungen differierten aber erheblich (105 PS gegenüber 215 PS). Bei Daimler-Benz war man sich von Anfang an dessen bewusst und sprach in den Prospekten von einem „Touren-Sportwagen".
Der 190 SL wurde in folgenden drei Varianten angeboten:
ab 05.1955 Roadster mit Stoffverdeck – Baumustercode 121.042 – Preis 16.500 DM (nach heutiger Kaufkraft 37.356 Euro)
ab 12.1955 Coupé mit Hardtopaufsatz (d. h. ohne Stoffverdeck/Verdeckkasten) – Baumustercode M 121.040 – Preis 17.100 DM
ab 12.1955 Coupé mit Hardtopaufsatz und Stoffverdeck – gleicher Baumustercode wie Coupé – Preis 17.650 DM (39.960 Euro)
Die Mehrzahl der hergestellten Modelle waren Roadster. Hier gab es die Möglichkeit, ein passendes Hardtop nachzurüsten. Mit der teuersten Version, dem „Coupé mit Roadsterverdeck", gab es für den Ganzjahreseinsatz beide Dächer. Die 190-SL-Coupéversion wurde sehr selten bestellt, weil man nach Abnahme des Hardtops zum Offenfahren auf schönes Wetter angewiesen war. Ebenso hatte eine spätere Nachrüstung des Stoffverdecks samt Verschlussmechanik und Verdeckkasten hohe Mehrkosten zur Folge.
In den ersten Verkaufsprospekten wurde eine Sportversion des 190 SL angeboten. Für den Renneinsatz (gedacht wurde hier an regionale Bergrennen oder Rallyes) sollten bessere Fahrleistungen durch die Verringerung des Fahrzeuggewichts erzielt werden. Hierzu konnten die Stoßstangen und das Verdeck abgenommen werden. Zusätzlich konnte die Windschutzscheibe durch eine kleine, leichte Plexiglasscheibe am Fahrerplatz ersetzt und die Türen gegen spezielle Leichtmetallexemplare ohne Fenster ausgetauscht werden. Von diesem „Sportroadster" wurden jedoch nur 17 Fahrzeuge (Quelle: Motor-Klassik 2/1986) produziert, die Modellvariante wurde im März 1956 eingestellt.
(Wikipedia)
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Monday, February 25, 2013
Flamengo's Superleague Formula Car Reveal 15
A few nice car with girl images I found:
Flamengo’s Superleague Formula Car Reveal 15
Image by superleague formula: thebeautifulrace
Flamengo’s Superleague Formula car revealed to 82,000 fans… with the SF Mengo Girls (25 November 2007)
Flamengo’s Superleague Formula Car Reveal 14
Image by superleague formula: thebeautifulrace
Flamengo’s Superleague Formula car revealed to 82,000 fans… with the SF Mengo Girls (25 November 2007)
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Sunday, February 24, 2013
1953 Chevrolet Bel Air
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1953 Chevrolet Bel Air
Image by friskierisky
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Nice Hot Cars photos today
Check out these hot cars images today:
4082
Image by Rmonty119
16th September Penrith NSW ..Hot rod-classics – drag cars – street machines – utes- rat rods sydney NSW trophies
Norev Racing and Hot Wheels 2010
Image by SamismagiC
Peugeot 908 and Lamborghini Murciélago
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Saturday, February 23, 2013
car show
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car show
Image by http://heatherbuckley.co.uk
vintage car show
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Car in a Forest
Image by Stephen Downes
Car in a forest. No, I don’t know what kind of car it is, nor why it has been apparently abandoned in the middle of a forest.
Tags:show
Nice Car Show Girl photos today
Some cool car show girl images today:
Maxxis Girl
Image by Dave Hamster
Autosport International Racing Car Show 2012, NEC Birmingham
The F2 Girls
Image by Dave Hamster
Autosport International Racing Car Show 2012, NEC Birmingham
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
Cool Sexy Car Girl images today
A few nice sexy car girl images I found:
MINI
Image by Daniel Gasienica
Lamborghini
Image by Daniel Gasienica
MINI
Image by Daniel Gasienica
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Nice Car For Girls photos today
A few nice car for girls images I found:
girl shoot 4
Image by photographphil
had the pleasure of shooting this girl for her portfolio in march 2008.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Back to the Future Food
Some cool fun car games for girls images today:
Back to the Future Food
Image by Wootang01
With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
Jaws Captured
Image by Wootang01
With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
Haruka Express
Image by Wootang01
With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
Tags:back, food, Future
Monday, February 18, 2013
Nash car dealership
Check out these cars & girls images today:
Nash car dealership
Image by The Library of Virginia
Title: Nash car dealership
Creator: Adolph B. Rice Studio
Date: March 20, 1954
Identifier: Rice Collection 294F
Format: 1 negative, safety film, 4 x 5 in.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Virginia, Prints and Photographs, 800 E. Broad St., Richmond, VA, 23219, USA, digitool1.lva.lib.va.us:8881/R
Cute yellow car.
Image by ArtemFinland
Zagreb got cute cars too. It toally looked to me like the girl is sitting on the back seat.
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In the very end of 2012 I went to travel a little in Croatia and around and these are photos from the Christmas Eve in Zagreb. Zagreb happened to be a very nice city full with happy people, kuhano vino (mulled wine) and with buzz on the streets not stopping until the very late regardless of the Christmas Eve.
Tags:dealership, Nash
Nice Race Car Games For Girls photos
A few nice race car games for girls images I found:
Back to the Future Cookies
Image by Wootang01
With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
Turtle Swims By
Image by Wootang01
With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
Hello Kitty Hat
Image by Wootang01
With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
Tags:Games, girls, Nice, photos, Race
Nice Car Games For Girls photos
A few nice car games for girls images I found:
Sand Dollar Beach, day 3 – 06
Image by Ed Yourdon
(more details later, as time permits)
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I came back to Sand Dollar Beach for a third and final day today, and was surprised to see that the crowds were gone, and the weather was substantially different. Instead of the chilly wind on the first day, and the heavy fog on the second day, it was hot and sunny today. I lathered myself with suntan lotion, but was comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt, and I left most of my camera gear in the car and simply wandered up and down the beach with my Nikon D300 and a 300mm telephoto zoom lens.
As for the crowds: well, maybe this was the end of spring break for a lot of colleges, and maybe most of the college kids were heading home … There were still at least 50-100 people on the beach, but it felt a lot more peaceful than before. There were several families picknicking, a few people trying to catch a wave out in the surf, a couple of frisbee/football games … and I suspect that if I came back tomorrow, I’d find the beach almost completely deserted.
But I’ll be gone tomorrow, too, and Sand Dollar Beach will once again become the primary residence of seagulls and sand pipers, and the occasional fisherman or surfer. I’ll keep my fingers crossed and hope that there’s never a McDonald’s hamburger stand down on the beach.
As for a return visit 40 years from now: alas, I’ll be well past a hundred by then, and they’ll probably have to carry me down in a wheelchair. But if I can still lift the camera viewfinder up to my eye, I’ll be happy to come…
Tags:Games, girls, Nice, photos
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Christian Clarke,Liliya May
Check out these sports cars for girls images today:
Christian Clarke,Liliya May
Image by Eva Rinaldi Celebrity and Live Music Photographer
Any Questions for Ben? Premiere In Sydney, Australia
The Sydney premiere of the rom com Any Questions For Ben? enjoyed its premiere in Sydney, Australia tonight.
The weather was wet, but the atmosphere was warm.
With a big name and ultra talented cast, this movie is set to do extremely well in a tough market.
St George Open Air Cinema was the venue for the premiere showing, and actress Rachael Taylor did the honours, coming back to Australia especially for the promos.
Promo
For 27-year-old Ben (Josh Lawson), life couldn't be better. A well paid job, friends, parties, girls and nothing to tie him down. But when he is invited back to his old school to join several other ex-students including Alex (Rachael Taylor) and Jim (Ed Kavalee) in talking about their personal achievements, something goes wrong. Ben is the only speaker not to be asked a question by the school kids. This triggers a year of soulsearching and looking for answers in all the wrong places.
From his best friend Andy (Christian Clark) whose solution is that they both take another holiday, to his mentor Sam (Lachy Hulme) who loans him a sports car in the belief that there's nothing like excessive speed to resolve emotional turmoil. Not even Ben's father (Rob Carlton) or friends Nick (Daniel Henshall) and Em (Felicity Ward) can offer much in the way of meaningful guidance.
Of course, it's not easy seeking enlightenment in nightclubs, or on the ski fields of New Zealand, and when you start dating a Russian tennis star things can get really complicated. As the poster boy for a generation desperate to tick every box, Ben begins to suspect that the meaning of life may well reside in the things he’s already doing – and a girl he used to know.
Stars: Josh Lawson, Rachael Taylor, Daniel Henshall, Felicity Ward, Christian Clark, Jodi Gordon
Director: Rob Sitch
Distributor: Roadshow Films
Cinema Release: 9 Feb 2012
Websites
Village Roadshow Australia
www.village.com.au
St George Open Air Cinema
www.stgeorgeopenair.com.au
Working Dog
www.workingdog.com
Eva Rinaldi Photography Flickr
www.flickr.com/evarinaldiphotography
Eva Rinaldi Photography
www.evarinaldi.com
Music News Australia
www.musicnewsaustralia.com
Tags:Christian, ClarkeLiliya
Cool Car Stuck Girls images today
Check out these car stuck girls images today:
An Excerpt
Image by Viewminder
"When we saw the plane crash my dad let me out of the car to go check it out even though I had to walk about six miles home after that.
Something he’d be arrested for today.
That was the day I decided that I had to become a pilot.
Because the pilot I’d met that day was so cool.
I was maybe eight or nine and I had to trek through about a half a mile of muddy field to get to the plane.
By the time I got there the pilot was gettin’ chewed out by his girfriend and duckin’ flyin’ suitcases and stuff.
He was really happy to see me.
I guess I provided a little ‘diversion’ for him and I noticed his girfriend cooled off right away too… I mean she stopped throwin’ shit at him at least…
although she was still pretty pissed about his losing an engine… his only engine… on the way to their vacation.
She said they’d taken off earlier in Minnesota.
He showed me the inside of the plane and told me how everything worked.
His girfriend sat on a suitcase with her arms folded lookin’ pissed.
That’s how girfriends can be you know?
Dude saved their ass… glides his powerless plane into a muddy field… avoids the powerlines and barely dents that sweet Beech Bonanza… neither of them gets hurt… the guy’s a freakin’ hero…
and she’s all mad at him.
‘We should’ve just drove’ I heard her say… ‘I told you we should have driven.’
If she knew just what he’d done right there… by the time I arrived on the scene she’d have been making voracious love to the guy or otherwise demonstrating her affection for him in a more romantic way.
Bonanza’s are known to glide like a brick when the engine quits.
Her boyfriend done good.
Another hundred feet and he’d have plowed it into a treeline.
I think he deserved a real and sincere and generous ‘atta boy’ at least.
‘If this plane’s a rockin’ don’t come knockin’
She shoudda showed old boy some ferocious love right there I’m telling you.
Then I would have decided to become a pilot the next day.
‘Mom, dad… I’m dropping out of school to become a pilot’ I can see myself saying.
‘But you’re only in the fourth grade’ my mom would say.
‘It’s been my lifelong dream.’
I thought that guy was so cool… I mean… he just crashed a plane and he was talkin’ to me.
He did everything right because he kept his cool.
The only thing he didn’t do right is deal with the girlfriend properly but I didn’t know that then.
Of course now I understand that the proper reaction to the girlfriend would have been to say something like…
‘baby… I know that I’ve just saved us from certain fiery death and everything… but revelling in the moment would be selfish… and even though I’m totally pumped up and all jacked on adrenaline I can feel the emotional disconnect growing between us at the moment… which saddens me more than I’m probably letting on because of all of this excitement… and I really just want to reassure you that I love you and I care about you more than anything in the world… I want you to know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me… even sitting on a suitcase in a muddy field after we just crashed in a plane because of my arrogance and stupidity… that I’m sorry that the airplane’s engine quit… you didn’t deserve to be put through this… you deserve to be flown around in a plane that’s taken care of by a more competent mechanic… and I chose aircraft mechanics poorly and in a way that wasn’t considerate of you… I was wrong… I feel like I let you down… and I don’t like how that makes me feel inside… when the airplane’s engine quit my first thought was you… I was scared that I could lose you… I wanted to discuss how you were feeling inside right then and there but I had to fly the plane… I promised myself that the second we survived this crash that I’d address these issues together with you… that’s why I’m talking to you now… because I’m keeping that promise that I made with myself… I didn’t like how the whole episode made me feel… and it made me feel powerless and vulnerable and I’m going to need time to deal with those issues on my own… and I promise to reach out to a professional for help if I have to… I can understand why you’re angry and you’re right… we should have just driven… I should have listened to you… because every time I fuck! up royally it’s you that’s there to tell me what I should have done… and I know it’s because you love me and it comes from a good place in your heart… it’s because you care… not just because you want to change me… I’ll take life more seriously from now on I promise and I want you to know that I’m totally focused on your emotions at the moment if you need to talk about it… just know that I am completely emotionally available to you at this very second… I’m sorry baby… I don’t even care if that piece of shit plane burns with all our luggage in it and I promise to kick that mechanic’s ass next time I see him… I’m just glad that you’re alright… this plane crash has changed me for the better and it’s made me look at everything differently… I feel like a whole new man… I’m so grateful to have you in my life… I promise you that as soon as we get home I will start thinking about all of that shit around the house you’ve been telling me to fix… and I really hope that as we grow old together we look back on this crazy little moment as something that we can laugh about… something that brought us closer together… and made our love stronger… who’s my hot little copilot huh… you are… c’mere you sexy little love nugget… somebody looks like they need a big hug.’
I think that covers all the bases.
Then… just to go the extra mile and because I’m a romantic at heart…
I would have walked back to the plane… grabbed the radio microphone and said loudly enough that she could hear me…
‘Midway Tower this is Beechcraft yadda yadda yadda… I just made that mayday call… I just want you to know that the most beautiful woman on earth… the love of my life and I are on the ground safe and sound… and that I was wrong and I should have listened to her… we’ll be driving next time… over.’
‘Roger that Beech yadda yadda yadda… we’re glad you’re safe and goodluck with the girlfriend… hope you didn’t FUBAR that’ I can imagine the tower would respond.
They should put that in the ‘post crash checklist’ under ‘dealing with your wife/girlfriend after the crash.’
Shit… they should have ‘pilot type’ checklists for girlfriends and wives.
Damn… I could make some money with that idea.
Laminated… with index tabs and everything… bullet pointed issues to address… key words to say over and over again and a sample script tested on female focus groups and approved by psychiatrists, marriage counselors, therapists and divorce attorneys for every scenario.
Things NEVER to say highlighted in red.
Every guy would need a copy of that.
Dealing with womankind without it’d be like flyin’ by the seat of your pants.
My instructor always said… ‘no matter how crazy it gets… stick with the checklist… when the shit hits the fan your head’s gonna be up your ass.’
And he was right.
That dude crashed eight times… flew like a madman-kamikaze wanna be… smoked a pack of Pall Mall filterless cigarettes a day… half of them in the cockpit with me where he’d fall asleep with them burning in his mouth… he drank whiskey straight like water… married an ex-nun and lived to almost ninety.
Lenny Prorok you were the best pilot I’ve ever known and certainly the most fearless.
You did things with airplanes that God, physics and the Wright Brothers never intended… and the FAA certainly objected to.
I miss you.
The guy knew what he was talking about.
If I ever doubted him he’d pull out his original pilots license and show it to me… pointing out that it was signed on the back by Wilber Wright.
Every good argument in the cockpit always seemed to end with ‘see this… this is Orville Wright’s gahdamned signature!’
The guy used to hit me in the cockpit if I messed up.
We flew through some crazy skies together me and that old bird.
Crankiest mofo I ever met.
But the dude could fly.
Man could he fly.
He proved to me that he could land a Cessna 152 in a football field once.
The little move he pulled at the end ‘to clear the goal posts’ he said… that was some scary ass flying.
Wing on a ‘knife edge’ in the craziest sideslip I’ve ever seen ten feet above the ground with the stall warning horn screamin’ as loud as I ever heard it.
That manuever had a ‘pucker factor’ of eleven and it probably took a week for my cajones to relax enough to come out of my esophagus.
I thought that was the end.
Pilots like to use acronyms and rhymes to remember stuff.
I stick with ‘BISYWaR’… busywar… it works in every situation… BISYWaR is an acronym for ‘Baby I’m Sorry You Were Right.’
The little ‘a’ doesn’t mean anything… it’s kinda just thrown in there to make the acronym more ‘wordlike’ and memorable.
The acronym makes sense too.
You don’t use it at the right time… you’re gonna be busy at war.
Put that in your mental pocket guys… right next to the place where you have instant and total recall of the date of your anniversary.
And don’t just use it a lot… use it every chance you get… make it a goal.
No… make it a ‘lifestyle.’
The secret to the phrase’s success is its simplicity and its honesty.
Sometimes a guy is sorry.
Sometimes a guy is sorry his girl is right.
Either way.
I’ve learned since then that women are far more complex than any flying machine ever built.
Even helicopters.
Sittin’ in the pilots seat as the pilot finished gettin’ all of their stuff outta the plane I wondered how I’d have done in the same situation…
would I have kept my cool I wondered…
would I have done everything just right so we could walk away from the ‘forced landing?’
I’m as curious about myself as I am about the world.
It’s all about curiousity I guess.
That’s what it is that I think drives me to get out there and get up close to people on the street.
I’m curious.
I always have been.
I want to know more.
I wanna know about everything.
That’s a good thing I think.
One day I swear I will find out where the marshmellows grow.
Music from Leon Haywood: One of the Founding Fathers of the Viewminder Relationship Institute
The tragic story of the16th St Baptist Church, Birmingham Alabama
Image by iamNigelMorris
The 16th Street Baptist Church bombing was a racially motivated terrorist attack on September 15, 1963, by members of a Ku Klux Klan group in Birmingham, Alabama in the United States. The bombing of the African-American church resulted in the deaths of four girls. Although city leaders had reached a settlement in May with demonstrators and started to integrate public places, not everyone agreed with ending segregation. Other acts of violence followed the settlement. The bombing increased support for people working for civil rights. It marked a turning point in the U.S. civil-rights movement of the mid-twentieth century and contributed to support for passage of civil rights legislation in 1964.
The three-story Sixteenth Street Baptist Church was a rallying point for civil-rights activities through the spring of 1963. The demonstrations led to an agreement in May between the city’s black leaders and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) to integrate public facilities in the country.
In the early morning of Sunday, September 15, 1963, Bobby Frank Cherry, Thomas Blanton, Herman Rash, and Robert "Dynamite Bob" Chambliss, members of United Klans of America, a Ku Klux Klan group, planted 122 sticks of dynamite with a delayed-time release outside the basement of the church.
At about 10:22 a.m., when twenty-six children were walking into the basement assembly room for closing prayers of a sermon entitled "The Love That Forgives," the bomb exploded [1] According to an interview on NPR on September 15, 2008, Denise McNair’s father stated that the sermon never took place because of the bombing.[2] Four girls: Addie Mae Collins (aged 14), Denise McNair (aged 11), Carole Robertson (aged 14), and Cynthia Wesley (aged 14) were killed in the blast, and 22 additional people were injured, one of whom was Addie Mae Collins’ younger sister, Sarah.
The explosion blew a hole in the church’s rear wall, destroyed the back steps, and left intact only the frames of all but one stained-glass window. The lone window that survived the concussion was one in which Jesus Christ was depicted knocking on a door, and Christ’s face was blown away. In addition, five cars behind the church were damaged, two of which were destroyed, while windows in the laundromat across the street were blown out.
Victims
Carol Denise McNair was born September 17, 1951, 11 at the time of her death. She was the first child of photo shop owner Chris and school teacher Maxine McNair. Her playmates called her Niecie. A pupil at Center Street Elementary School, she had many friends. She held tea parties, was a member of the Brownies guide organization, and played baseball. She helped raise money to support muscular dystrophy by creating plays, dance routines, and poetry readings. These events became an annual event. People gathered in the yard to watch the show in Denise’s carport, the main stage. Children donated their pennies, dimes, and nickels. Denise was a schoolmate and friend of Condoleezza Rice. She is buried in Elmwood Cemetery. About five years after the bombing, Denise’s parents had two more daughters.
Cynthia Diane Wesley was born April 30, 1949, 14 at the time of her death, she was the first adopted daughter of Claude and Gertrude Wesley, both of whom were teachers. Her mother made her clothes because of her petite size. Cynthia went to school at Ullman High School, which no longer exists. She excelled in math, reading, and band. Cynthia held parties in her backyard for all her friends. Upon Cynthia’s death she was found because of the ring she wore, which was recognized by her father. She is buried in Greenwood Cemetery.
Carole Rosamond Robertson was born April 24, 1949, 14 at the time of her death. She was the third child of Alpha and Alvin Robertson. Her sister was Dianne and her brother was Alvin. Her father was a band master at the local elementary school. Her mother was a librarian, avid reader, dancer, and clarinet player. Carole, like her mother, enjoyed reading. She excelled at school and was a straight-A student, a member of Parker High School marching band and science club. She was also a Girl Scout and belonged to Jack and Jill of America. When she was at Wilkerson Elementary School she sang in the choir. Her legacy helped create the Carole Robertson Center for Learning in Chicago, a social service agency that serves children and their families. She is buried in Greenwood Cemetery.
Addie Mae Collins was born April 18, 1949, 14 at the time of her death, she was the daughter of Julius Collins. Her father was a janitor and her mother a homemaker. She was one of seven children. She was also an avid softball player. A youth center dedicated to Addie and her ideals was created in Birmingham. Her younger sister Sarah was with her at the time and lost her right eye in the blast.[3] Addie Mae is buried in Greenwood Cemetery.
Congress of Racial Equality march in Washington, D.C. on September 22, 1963 in memory of the victims of the Birmingham bombings. The banner, which says "No more Birminghams", shows a picture of the aftermath of the bombing.Outrage at the bombing and the grief that followed resulted in violence across Birmingham. By the end of the day, two more African-American youths had been killed. Sixteen-year-old Johnny Robinson was shot and killed by police after throwing stones at cars with white people inside. Two white teenage boys riding on a bike shot 13-year-old Virgil Wade, who was on a bike with his brother.[4]
Three days after the tragedy, former Birmingham police commissioner Bull Connor inflamed tensions by saying to a crowd of 2,550 people at a Citizen’s Council meeting, "If you’re going to blame anyone for getting those children killed in Birmingham, it’s your Supreme Court." Connor recalled that in 1954, after the Brown v. Board of Education decision had been reached, he said, "You’re going to have bloodshed, and it’s on them (the Court), not us." He also suggested that African Americans may have set the bomb deliberately to provoke an emotional response, saying, "I wouldn’t say it’s above (Dr. Martin Luther) King’s crowd."[citation needed].
Following the tragic event, white strangers visited the grieving families to express their sorrow. At the funeral for three of the girls (one family preferred a separate, private funeral), Martin Luther King, Jr., spoke about life being "as hard as crucible steel." More than 8,000 mourners, including 800 clergymen of all races, attended the service. No city officials attended.[5]
On July 2, 1964, President Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964, ensuring equal rights of African Americans before the law.
More shoe stores per capita than anyplace on Earth
Image by J. Star
Last night, we went to Juarez. We parked in El Paso to walk across the border, because getting your car into Mexico is easy, but getting it back out is something else again.
South El Paso, right by the border crossing, is an incredibly visually stimulating place. The streets are lined with shops that have garage doors instead of regular doors. When the garage doors are open, clothes on racks spill out onto the sidewalks, toys hang from the open garage roofs, people are everywhere peddling and shopping. The prices are very cheap. The number of shoe stores was astounding. The shoes were available to try on, in El Paso.
Crossing into Mexico, we queued up at the bridge over the Rio Grande with thousands of people, all of them Hispanic (we stuck out like sore thumbs). We walked along the road next to a high brick wall with barbed and razor wire on the top of it, shredded plastic bags caught up in the wire and fluttering in the night breeze against the purple sunset. To get into Mexico, we had to pay thirty-five cents to one of the women working the windows on the right. To the left, hundreds and hundreds of cars were lined up waiting to get into the U.S. The line moved so slowly that many women were able to work selling things to the people in the cars–they carried food and flowers, candy and gum around in the snarling traffic mess, trying to convince the drivers of the cars to purchase what they had.
At the bridge’s apex, I looked down at the Rio, which is partially walled with concrete at about a 20-degree angle. The sun had gone down behind the mountains to the south of Juarez and the sky was purple and orange; the muddy river reflected the lights and colors of the sky. Graffiti covered the concrete on the Mexico side, all in Spanish, which I don’t know a lot of, but the messages were clear enough–Osama isn’t the criminal, Bush is, stop bombing the world, fuck Bush, etc. Some of the artwork was quite elaborate–a ten-foot-tall graphic of Che Guevara caught my eye as particularly well done.
Along the river, a man caring a hat looked up at the thousands of people crossing the bridge, calling out in a cracked voice and holding up his hat. I couldn't make out what he said, but got the gist of it well enough.
In Juarez, many of the first stores we came to were pharmacies–the kind of pharmacies where you could buy medicines you need a prescription for in the U.S. In addition to the pharmacies were a number of CD stores and–*more* shoe stores. Only the shoe stores in Juarez had the shoes locked up, all on display in glass cabinets, as if the shoes were works of art to be looked at, not useful accoutrements for the feet. There were *so many* of them. Despite the fact that there were people everywhere, I only saw two or three people inside the shoe stores, looking at the shoes.
We kept walking. The sidewalks were rough and uneven, and full of people. So many different smells came wafting out of the different kinds of buildings we passed, all dedicated to commercialism; I looked for it, but I didn't see any kind of housing, only endless fluorescent-lit stores and restaurants. Smells of bleach and food, of piss and garbage, of animals and Windex and rot.
We walked past a young man sitting on the curb behind a beat-up SUV, his head in his hands, an older woman patting his back and arguing with a man. We walked past shoe store after shoe store after shoe store. We came to a plaza, with a park. Signs in Spanish admonished people to stay off the green areas, which were fenced in. People sat around the park on the walls that lined the small green spaces, many of the people alone, not talking to anyone else, sitting with their hands in their laps, faces down.
At the top of the plaza was a big church. The doors were open. Inside, people sat in the pews, some looking at the minister, some simply seemingly happy to have a quiet place to sit down. I leaned in to the edge of the doorframe to try to see in without disrupting anything. A teenage male came up to the doors as I was doing so, stopped and crossed himself, and went into the church.
On the way walking out of Juarez, we passed several homeless women holding up cups and begging. We passed five cats prowling the base of a trash can, four of them kittens. We passed a dog who had recently given birth. We passed two cops on bikes. At the border crossing back into the U.S., we had to show our identification, say why we were in Mexico, and explain what was in our bags.
Once we’d gone through that, we started back across the bridge. A woman with three children sat against the wall of the bridge, trying to sell candy. One of her children, a girl who couldn’t yet have been three, followed people, holding out her hands. She followed people a lot longer than I would have thought. I put my hand on her tiny head and she turned around and walked back to the woman.
The same man who had been walking under the bridge with his hat was still there, his voice hoarser, calling up to people on the bridge.
Back in El Paso, all the stores were closed, the garage doors shut, everything a stark, dark contrast to how it had looked when we were crossing over just a few short hours earlier. The sidewalks seemed so easy to walk on; you didn’t have to look at them. They didn’t fall off in unexpected places.
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