#mid-engine layout

[jasonryudotnet]

#로터스에미라 로터스의 마지막 '순수' 내연기관 스포츠카, 에미라 퍼스트 에디션에 V6 엔진과 6단 자동변속기를 얹은 모델의 제이슨류닷넷 시승 영상을 공유합니다.

[cressidagrey]

Family Traditions

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary: Lando finds out about a Piastri family tradition. 

(divider thanks to @saradika-graphics )

Lando had expected Miami to be loud. He hadn’t expected it to feel quiet beside Oscar Piastri.

The city was buzzing with race weekend electricity—neon signs blinking against glass, palm trees lit up from below, the distant pulse of music weaving through the air like static. Most of the drivers were either holed up with their engineers or attending overpriced sponsor dinners at rooftop bars.

They were supposed to be heading to one of those dinners.

Instead, Lando was standing outside a kitschy tourist gift shop, watching Oscar inspect a faded pink t-shirt that read I Survived the Miami Heat under a cartoon flamingo in sunglasses.

Lando blinked. “You’re not actually buying that.”

Oscar didn’t even flinch. He flipped the tag, checked the fabric like it mattered. “It’s 100% cotton. She’ll love it.”

“She—wait. Bee?”

Oscar nodded, already moving to grab a smaller size. “I get her a shirt in every city.”

Lando stared. “Every city? Like—since when?”

Oscar shrugged, distracted as he sifted through the kids’ section with the ease of habit. “Since last year.”

And suddenly, Lando saw it—how naturally Oscar moved past the mugs, magnets, and tourist bait. How he honed in on the children’s rack like his brain had filed the store layout by instinct. He paused at a glitter-print top, muttered something under his breath about how that’ll flake in the wash, and kept going.

Lando followed him, still stunned. “You never talk about this.”

“It’s not for talking,” Oscar said simply. “It’s for her. Just… something small so she knows I was thinking of her. Even when I’m far away.”

And something about the way he said it—so quiet, so matter-of-fact—settled behind Lando’s ribs like weight.

Oscar finally held up a pale blue shirt with a little beach scene and a smiling sun. “This one. She’ll like the dolphins.”

Lando watched as he paid, folded the shirt so precisely it could’ve come from a boutique, and tucked it into the bag like it was made of glass.

Outside, the Miami air hit them with a wall of heat. Traffic blurred past. Laughter floated down from a rooftop bar. But all Lando could think about was the bag in Oscar’s hand.

“How many does she have?” he asked.

Oscar didn’t miss a beat. “Twenty-eight, I think? I lost track when she started organizing them by fabric content.”

Lando huffed a laugh. “Of course she did.”

“She’s got a whole drawer just for them,” Oscar added, glancing down at the bag like it held a secret. “Felicity says we’ll need vacuum bags soon.”

They walked for a bit in silence. Lando kept sneaking glances—at the gift shop fading into the background, at the way Oscar cradled the handle of the paper bag like it was tethered to something deeper.

And suddenly, Lando didn’t see Oscar the way everyone else did.

Not just the reserved one. The quiet one. The sharp one who never cracked under pressure.

He saw it all differently now.

Oscar didn’t brag about being a dad. Didn’t post curated fatherhood moments on social media. But he carried Bee with him everywhere. In every tiny routine. In the care with which he picked out a souvenir shirt. In the way his voice softened when he talked about her. 

He didn’t talk about his love.

He wore it.

They walked in silence for a moment.

Lando cleared his throat. “You know… I always think of you as, like, the calm one. Logical. You do math mid-corner. You’re composed even when you’re about to throw up in your helmet.”

Oscar snorted. “Appreciate that image.”

“I’m serious,” Lando said, laughing. “You’re chill. Private. But I didn’t see it until now.”

Oscar slowed a little as they passed a gelato cart. His gaze flicked to the flavors—mango, strawberry—and Lando could almost hear him thinking, Bee would’ve picked both.

“You didn’t miss anything,” Oscar said after a pause. “I just never needed anyone else to see it.”

Lando frowned. “Don’t you want to share that, though? Show the world how much they mean to you?”

“I do,” Oscar said. “Just not loudly. I’m not trying to win points for being a good dad. I’m trying to be one. For them. Not for Instagram. Not for a sponsor highlight reel.”

He lifted the bag slightly. “This? It’s just for Bee. She’ll get it when I get home. She’ll squeal like it’s made of gold. And then she’ll wear it to kindergarten and tell everyone dolphins are her favorite animal. Even though last week it was frogs. Then she’ll fold it and put it in the drawer. Maybe one day, when she’s older, she’ll look at all of them and know—really know—that I was always thinking of her. Even when I wasn’t there.”

Lando swallowed past the lump in his throat. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Oscar smiled, soft and certain. “She had me the second I heard her heartbeat.”

And Lando—who had known Oscar for years, who had raced with him, laughed with him, endured endless simulator hours and team debriefs—suddenly felt like he was seeing his teammate clearly for the very first time.

Not just as a driver.

But as a compass. A man who carried his love not like a burden, but like a map—guiding him back to the people he loved, no matter how far away he went.

“You’re gonna make me cry in the middle of Miami,” Lando muttered, sniffling. “It’s disgusting.”

Oscar chuckled, and they kept walking.

The city roared around them—bright, loud, alive—but between them, it was quiet. The bag with the tiny blue shirt swung between their strides like a soft echo of something much bigger.

And somewhere—half a world away, in a house filled with stars, frogs, and the warmth of soft-worn cotton—a drawer waited.

Ready for a new shirt.

Ready for another piece of proof that love doesn’t have to be loud to be unmistakably present.

***

The house was dark when Oscar got home.

It was nearly midnight, and Miami still clung to him—sand in the cuff of his jeans, humidity in his skin, the thrum of race day still humming through his bloodstream like a second heartbeat. His body was sore in the way that came from too much sitting and not enough rest. The flight had been long. The layover longer. But it didn’t matter.

Because he was here. He was home.

They had the win. Lando had his first win.

Oscar had stood back and watched the moment unfold—watched the confetti fall, the photos flash, the jokes fly in press conferences and interviews. He’d clapped Lando on the back and meant every bit of pride in it.

But now… now it was quiet. And Oscar had finally made it back to the only finish line that mattered.

He let himself in quietly, the soft click of the door unlocking sounding louder in the stillness of the hallway. He dropped his duffel by the entryway, shoulders slumping under the weight of the weekend and the travel and the emotional high of watching someone he’d grown up with claim a victory they’d both dreamed of.

The scent of lemon soap and vanilla laundry softener hit him the moment he stepped into the living room—familiar, comforting, home. There was a soft golden glow spilling from the corner lamp, left on like a lighthouse waiting for a sailor to return.

And there, on the kitchen counter, propped up neatly beside the fruit bowl, was a note in Felicity’s looping handwriting:

“She tried to wait up for you. Made it to 8:42. There’s banana bread in the kitchen. We love you.”

Oscar stood still for a moment, the kind of still that only came when your body stopped but your heart didn’t.

He reached for the paper bag next. The same one he’d carried through Miami like it held something delicate. The one Lando had teased him about in the gift shop while tourists took selfies with flamingo mugs and tank tops.

He pulled the tissue aside gently.

The tiny pale blue t-shirt was still folded perfectly inside. The smiling sun, the cheerful dolphins, the quiet promise stitched into every thread: Even when I’m far away, I’m thinking of you.

He set it down beside the note, as carefully as he would have placed a trophy.

Then he moved down the hallway, socked feet silent on the floorboards, the rhythm of his steps unconsciously slowing as he reached the door to Bee’s room.

He pushed it open just a crack.

Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the faint flicker of the star-shaped nightlight near her bed. She was curled up under her favorite blanket, the one with little constellations on it. Her pajamas glowed faintly—tiny stars twinkling against soft cotton. Button the Frog was tucked beneath her chin like a loyal soldier, and her curls had exploded in every direction, a wild halo of sleep and safety.

Oscar leaned against the doorframe and just watched.

Her chest rose and fell in the slow rhythm of deep sleep. Her little hand twitched once, reaching for something in a dream. And his heart ached—not with sadness, but with fullness.

This. This was the part no one saw. Not the finish line. Not the press photos.

Just this: the quiet joy of coming home.

He stepped in and adjusted her blanket gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead and smoothing one rogue curl from her cheek.

She stirred, barely, but didn’t wake.

He whispered, “I brought your dolphins.”

Then slipped out of the room, closing the door with the care of someone who knew exactly how to keep the hinges from creaking.

Back in the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of water and cut a slice of banana bread, leaning against the counter in silence. The house didn’t feel empty. It felt held. Full of all the little things that made a life.

The shirt sat there beside the note, ready for tomorrow.

Ready for Bee’s excited squeal. Ready for her to declare it her favorite, until the next one.

Oscar smiled to himself, soft and tired.

He didn’t need fireworks. Didn’t need a podium.

He had this. He had them. And that was everything.

***

The next morning was a blur of cereal, milk drips, and tiny sock negotiations.

Bee tore into the kitchen like a whirlwind, hair halfway brushed, dragging Button behind her by one leg and already mid-sentence about how she definitely didn’t need help squeezing her own orange juice.

Felicity was at the sink, mug in one hand, quietly laughing at the chaos while Oscar leaned against the counter, bleary-eyed and barefoot, watching his daughter with a sleepy sort of awe. She really was a force of nature, even at 6:18 a.m.

He slid into the seat beside her just as she climbed into her booster, and without a word, placed the folded paper bag in front of her plate.

Bee gasped—gasped—like he had just handed her the Holy Grail. Her little hands flew to her mouth. “Miami?” she whispered.

Oscar nodded, resting his chin in his hand, watching her with barely-contained amusement.

She opened the bag like it was made of velvet, slowly peeling back the tissue paper and pulling out the dolphin shirt like it might float if she let go.

“It’s perfect,” she breathed. Her voice had dropped to a whisper, full of reverence, as if the dolphins themselves might hear her. “They’re smiling at me again, Papa.”

Oscar felt his chest pull tight. Every mile, every race, every layover—it was all worth it just for that sentence.

“You like it?” he asked softly.

“I love it. Thank you, Papa,” Bee clutched the shirt to her chest like it was a treasure map. “I’m going to wear it forever.”

“Maybe not forever,” Felicity chimed in from the sink, though her voice was warm with laughter, and her phone was already in her hand, camera open. “But at least until you outgrow it and Papa adds it to the drawer.”

Bee’s eyes widened, another gasp escaping her like she’d remembered a sacred duty. “The drawer! I need to fold it and rank it!”

She slid off her chair with a speed that defied gravity, dolphin shirt in one hand, Button flapping in the other as she bolted down the hallway.

Oscar watched her go, shaking his head, a small laugh caught in his throat.

“Snuggle rating pending,” he muttered.

Felicity crossed the kitchen and nudged his knee gently with hers as she sat beside him. “She really likes it. She really loves you,” she added, and this time her voice was quieter. Her hand slipped onto his knee, thumb brushing a circle there like she knew exactly what he needed to hear. “You know, she told me yesterday that she never feels like you’re gone. Even when you are.”

Oscar blinked. “Because of the shirts?”

Felicity looked at him like he’d just missed the point entirely. “Because of you. But yeah—the shirts help.”

He swallowed, something tender and almost fragile in the way his hand covered hers.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the kitchen warm with sunlight and the background noise of Bee yelling from her room:  “THE NEW ONE IS SOFT LIKE A PILLOW BUT WITH BETTER VIBES!”

Oscar chuckled. “What does that mean?”

Felicity shook her head, grinning into her mug. “You’d have to ask the pillow.”

Then she looked back at him, smirking. “You know, Lando texted me after you bought that shirt. Said he cried in the middle of a tourist shop.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “He told me it was ‘disgusting.’”

“He said, quote: ‘Disgusting. I nearly cried in a tourist shop. I want to hug Bee and write a novel about fatherhood. I’m spiraling.’”

Oscar snorted. “Sounds about right.”

Felicity stood and reached for the dish towel, only for Oscar to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

“Still think I should’ve bought the flamingo one,” he murmured into her shoulder.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she replied, leaning back into him with a smile.

“Lucky,” he echoed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He looked down the hallway where Bee’s voice had now reached a new level of excited shrieking.

“AND IT’S 100% COTTON!”

Oscar closed his eyes and smiled against her hair. “I think I’m the luckiest person alive.”

Felicity turned in his arms, looked up at him, and said simply, “We are.”

And somewhere, in a small bedroom lined with dreams, a frog prince plush, and the faint glow of plastic stars, a drawer clicked shut around a new memory—folded soft and pale blue, sunlit and sea-sweet, nestled right between “Baku: Fast Fast FAST” and “Melbourne: I Was Born Here.”

A drawer full of shirts. A drawer full of love.

Proof, once again, that some things don’t need to be loud to be absolutely everything.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1964 Chevrolet Cheetah

The 1964 Chevrolet Cheetah, also known as the Bill Thomas Cheetah, was an American sports car designed and built entirely with American components. Developed by Chevrolet performance tuner Bill Thomas between 1963 and 1966, the Cheetah was created to compete with Carroll Shelby's Cobra. It featured a front-mid engine layout and a chrome-moly tubular chassis, with independent suspension borrowed from the Corvette. The sleek fiberglass body included distinctive gull-wing doors and housed a 377 cubic inch small-block V8 engine that produced about 475 horsepower. The car’s lightweight design contributed to impressive acceleration and handling.

Despite its promising performance, the Cheetah faced challenges such as insufficient chassis rigidity for road racing, which led to handling issues, and cooling problems caused by inadequate ventilation that resulted in engine overheating. These problems were later addressed by owners through various modifications and improvements. Only a limited number of Cheetahs were produced, with different configurations and modifications over time. Some were converted into roadsters, while others competed in racing events, achieving notable successes. Today, the 1964 Chevrolet Cheetah remains a rare and highly regarded collector’s car, celebrated for its bold design and ambitious engineering.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Toyota TownAce Wagon Super Extra Skylite Roof 4WD, 1993. The CR31G series was the last of the cab-over Toyota light passenger vans. Though it was rebodied in 1992 the mechanicals dated back to the early 80s with a front mid-engine layout where the driver and front passenger sat directly above the front axle. The 3 row interior seating featured a swivelling second row. The rear seats also folded flat to create a bed. When it was replaced by the R50 series in 1996 the front axle and engine were moved forward, the front seats moved back, loosing the cab-over configuration.

[celestialgallaghers]

White Mustang

First part of a short series I’m working on YAY. This is just the set up so no smut in this one but I PROMISE there will be later <3

Saturday | Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday

Summary: You were younger then, and it was only a crush. Something harmless born in the long hours of a studio summer. But now Noel’s here, newly divorced and quieter then you remember, sharing a house on your family’s holiday. He’s more distant, harder to read, and somehow even more gorgeous with age. Suddenly the feelings you thought had faded are back in full force. But he’s still off limits… isn’t he?

Word count: 2.2k

Prelude—2014

You’d only just finished uni. Following in your fathers footsteps as a sound engineer. You’d been hovering on the fringes of the music industry, unsure of your place in it, until your dad offered to let you shadow him for the summer. You’d jumped at the chance.

You weren’t naive. Opportunities like this were rare. If you were going to be taken seriously, you had to prove you weren’t just someone's daughter tagging along for a summer lark.

But there was another layer of pressure you hadn’t anticipated. The artist your dad was working with was none other than Noel Gallagher. That alone was enough to make you feel completely out of your depth. If you fucked up, that was it. You’d never live it down. 

Now, standing outside the studio door with clammy palms and a racing heart, you couldn’t quite name the feeling twisting in your stomach. Maybe it was the weight of expectation. Maybe it was the sheer nerve of wanting to prove yourself in a space where women, especially young women, were still fighting to be heard. Or maybe it had something to do with him.

You exhaled and pushed the door open.

Inside, your dad and Noel were hunched over a screen, mid conversation. You hovered in the doorway, unsure of how to announce yourself, until your dad looked up and grinned.

“Oh, there you are, darling,” he said, waving you in. “Noel, this is my daughter.”

Noel glanced up and your stomach dropped. His eyes were sharper than you’d expected. Intense. Then he smiled, and his face softened in a way that made it hard to look away.

“Ah, so this is who I’ve been hearing about,” he said, standing to shake your hand. “Lovely to finally meet you.”

You cringed inwardly, already imagining whatever embarrassing stories your dad had shared, but kept your face neutral. His hand was warm, slightly calloused. You could only hope yours wasn’t too sweaty.

“Yeah. Just finished uni. Trying to get my foot in the door,” you managed.

He chuckled, releasing your hand. “That so? Well, we’re glad to have you. Your old man’s been raving about you. Can’t wait to see what you’re made of.”

Your cheeks burned, but you forced a smile. “Promise I won’t get in the way. Just here to observe and learn.”

“No better way to do it,” he said. “But don’t expect us to go easy on you just ’cause of who your dad is. If you want to learn, you’ve got to get your hands dirty.”

Your dad chuckled and nudged you gently. You nodded, heart still racing, then turned your gaze back to the soundboard, trying to study it.

He gave you the grand tour. You followed him and Noel through the rooms, absorbing the layout, the gear, the atmosphere. Your dad tossed out tips, instructions, bits of technical wisdom, and you tried your best to commit every word to memory. But occasionally your gaze would drift towards Noel as he tossed in anecdotes. You liked hearing him talk about normal things. It made him feel more real. Less like a name from the tabloids, more like a person.

When the tour ended, your dad stepped away to take a call, leaving you and Noel alone in the hallway. He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed loosely.

“So,” he said, “what do you think of the place?”

You smiled. “Honestly? Bit surreal. Feels strange to actually be in a studio instead of just reading about them.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Feels glamorous until you’ve spent twenty straight hours in one room hearing the same guitar part loop over and over. Still, when it all comes together…it’s magic. That bit never gets old.”

You nodded slowly. “I want to feel that. The magic part.”

He held your gaze. “You will. If you’re serious about this and stick it out, it’ll come. And when it does, you’ll be hooked.”

Before you could respond, your dad reappeared. “Right. Let’s get to work.”

That was the start of everything.

The days blurred into weeks. You settled into a rhythm and slowly, you carved out a space for yourself. You watched. Learned. Listened more than you spoke.

Sometimes Noel would catch your eye and instead of brushing you off, he’d invite you in.

“What d’you think?” he’d ask, spinning slightly in his chair to face you.

At first, you stumbled through your answers, not wanting to offend him in any way. But he always listened. And when he agreed with you, he’d flash a grin and say, “Nice one.”

You’d spend the rest of the day trying not to flush with pride.

Bit by bit, the nerves faded. You started holding his gaze instead of looking away. You began to see him not just as a rockstar, but the person beneath. He was funny. Charming. A bit cheeky, but genuine. 

The crush crept in before you could stop it. Watching him work, seeing the softer side to him as he laid down a track, how his eyes would spark when something finally clicked. You were doomed from the start.

It was harmless really. A silly, one sided thing. A product of too many hours in a small space with someone magnetic. You’d never act on it. He was married. You’d met his wife once. She was lovely. And he clearly adored her.

You weren’t delusional. But sometimes, when he sat a little too close, when the banter tipped just slightly into flirtation—you’d wonder. Just for a moment. If maybe there was a spark. One small enough to be dangerous.

One of those moments came when your dad stepped out and left you in charge. The album was nearly done, just a few finishing touches left, and he wanted you to run things solo for a bit.

You were fiddling with some settings, trying to trust your gut. Failing miserably. Every decision felt too bold or too safe and you kept undoing your own changes.

“Leave it,” came Noel’s voice behind you.

You turned, startled. “Leave what?”

“That filter,” he said, stepping in closer. “It’s good. You’re overthinking it.”

“You think so?”

He gave a lazy shrug. “I know so.”

You hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to screw anything up.”

“You won’t,” he said, tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve got taste. Trust it.”

Your stomach fluttered. Stupid.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

He dropped into the seat beside you as you restarted the track. His presence was too much. Too close. You kept your eyes on the screen, trying not to read into the way his knee almost brushed yours. When the song ended, you glanced at him.

He gave a short nod. “Not half bad.” Then, noticing your hand hovering like you were waiting for permission, added, “Alright what d’you think needs changing?”

You bit your lip, hesitated, then tweaked the bass and nudged his vocals up just a touch. “It’s strong. I think it just needs a little more bite right here.”

Noel leaned in, peering at the screen with you. “Yeah,” he said, nodding again. “I see what you mean.”

He stayed close, his shoulder nearly brushing yours. His fingers reached across the screen as he pointed to another section. 

“Let’s tweak the equalizer there,” he said, voice low. “See how that sounds.”

You could barely hear him over your own pulse. All you could feel was the warmth radiating off him. The faint scent of his cologne. None of it should’ve made your breath catch like it did. But it did. 

His focus stayed on the screen, oblivious to the effect he was having on you, as he adjusted the sound, the music playing softly in the background. You shifted in your seat, becoming aware of just how much of an effect he was having on you. The pulsing heat that had settled between your thighs was unmistakable.

That was new. And it was pathetic. The way your body responded to nothing more than closeness.

God, you needed to get laid. That was all this was. You were clearly touch starved and now your brain was confusing proximity with intimacy.

You were already planning which pub to hit after work when his voice broke through your thoughts.

“Y’alright?”

You blinked, cheeks warm. “Yeah. Sorry. Think I’m gonna head out a bit early today, actually.”

His brows lifted in faint surprise. You rarely left early.

“Something up?”

“Just drinks with some girlfriends,” you said quickly, forcing a casual tone. “Been cooped up in this studio too long. Think I need to hang out with people my own age for once.” You added a weak laugh, as if that would explain everything.

He laughed. “Sick of spending all your time with old gits like me, then?”

You smiled, gathering your things. “Nah, you’re alright. Just need a proper night out.”

“Fair enough,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You should enjoy yourself. You’re young.”

And that’s what you did.

You danced. Drank. Let loose. Ended up in a stranger’s bed. It wasn’t romantic or meaningful, but it gave you the release you so clearly needed.

Come Monday, you returned to the studio bleary eyed, craving tea. Noel was already in the kitchenette, leaning against the counter and waiting on the kettle.

“Morning,” he said.

“Mornin’.”

“Good weekend?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yours?”

He shrugged. “S’alright. Nothing too exciting.”

You nodded, rifling through tea bags, but felt his gaze linger. 

“You alright?” he asked, tone unreadable.

 You blinked. “Yeah. Why?”

“Dunno. You look tired.”

You glanced at him sharply. “Cheers.”

He smirked. “Didn’t mean it like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart kicked anyway.

“Long weekend,” you muttered, reaching for a mug.

He tilted his head, then nodded to your neck.

“What’s that?” he asked, voice dipping into something amused. 

You blinked. “What’s what?”

He nodded again. “That.”

You tugged your hair forward, cheeks flaming.

Shit.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

He didn’t drop it. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” he teased. “Looks like a love bite to me.”

You stiffened, arms crossing, embarrassment quickly bleeding into defensiveness. “Yeah? So?”

He held up his hands in mock surrender, the grin still there but softened. “Alright. Just making an observation.”

“Yeah, well, it’s none of your business,” you snapped, sharper than intended.

His smile faded slightly. “Didn’t say it was. Just… be careful, yeah?”

The moment stretched too long. The kettle whistled, and you moved to pour your tea with more focus than necessary. “I can handle myself.”

Then, quieter, “Just don’t say anything to my dad, alright?”

He nodded. “Course not.”

You were quieter than usual that day. The tension hadn’t gone away. If anything it was worse now. It was as if your body, freshly reminded of how good the touch of another person felt, had become traitorous. Every glance Noel threw your way now carried the risk of some twisted fantasy springing to life in your mind. You hated it. Craved it.

You were slightly embarrassed at how you’d overreacted. You’d projected your frustration—at yourself, your crush—onto him like it was his fault for seeing something you hadn’t tried hard enough to hide. Maybe a small part of you had wanted him to see.

You kept your hair down for the rest of the week. Always tugging at it, adjusting it, trying to pretend it wasn’t about him. But you felt him noticing. Or maybe that was just your imagination. Either way, it was impossible to think clearly.

By the time the mark had faded, so had the weird, charged silence between you. Things settled. He joked with you again. Gave you space when you needed it. You followed his lead. But that heat low in your stomach never quite cooled. And you kept wondering what it would’ve felt like if it had been his lips on your skin. His teeth.

You hated how easily the thought came.

The album was nearly done. The mood in the studio shifted to something celebratory. On the final day, Noel pulled you into a hug, unprompted, catching you off guard.

His body was warm against yours. You tensed automatically, breath catching. Then just as quickly, he pulled back, clapping you on the back like it hadn’t meant anything.

“Thanks for all your help. Couldn't've done it without you.”

You laughed, trying to tamp down the rush of heat to your cheeks. “I really didn’t do much. But it’s an incredible album. Really. Congrats.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” He pointed at you, dead serious now. “You’ve got a good ear. Real good. You’re gonna go far.”

You blinked. It wasn’t just a pat on the head compliment. He meant it.

And for a second, you couldn’t help but look at him. Really look. At the man who, all this time, had treated you like someone worth listening to. Like your thoughts mattered. Like you weren’t a temporary fixture in the room. He saw you.

Something in your chest tightened.

“Thanks,” you said, quieter now.

His gaze lingered. Just a second too long. Not overt, but enough to make your stomach twist. There was a softness in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. Unreadable, and maybe not even meant for you. And then he nodded, like he’d said everything he meant to say, and turned away.

You watched him go, some part of you aching a little. Not for anything that had happened, but for everything that hadn’t. Everything that couldn’t.

You were going to miss him. More than you probably should.

[hirocimacruiser]

Amazing! The first kei car with gull-wing doors and a midship layout!

Intimidate everyone else!!

AUTOZAM AZ-1

Shut up and follow me!!

Following the Beat and Cappuccino, Autozam has released its 3rd light car! The AZ-1 (Autozam's top pick!) is an evolved version of the AZ-550 that appeared at the Autozam show three years ago. What's more, the AZ-1's top pick is that it's the first gull-wing light car in the history of the car. The drive system is also midship, just like the Beat, so you can expect great driving performance! This is the kind of car it is.

This is what the AZ-1 is like!!!

The AZ-1 was born from the idea of play.

It all began three years ago when Mazda's development staff created the AZ 550 (there were three types, A, B, and C), which they had been playing around with in their spare time from their regular work, and exhibited it as a concept car at a motor show.

The reactions of visitors to the motor show were surveyed. Many people said they "definitely want to buy it," "want it," and "want to drive it," so the upper echelons of the manufacturer began to think seriously about the matter. They then had automotive critics test drive the car and sought a wide range of opinions.

As a result, the "go" was given and full-scale development for commercialization began.

Naturally, the overall body length and engine displacement were also revised.

The distinctive gull-wing doors (named for the way they open, resembling the movement of a seagull's wings) are the second to be adopted by a Japanese car, following the Toyota Sera. However, this car is more authentic.

The engine is a 3-cylinder twin-cam turbo purchased from Suzuki, the same as the Cappuccino. This is the birth of a mid-ship car, following the first in the kei car series. The plastic body is bolted together, so the frame of the chassis is not visible from the outside, allowing for a large number of welds and ensuring considerable body rigidity. The body is available in two colors: red and blue.

PIC CAPTIONS

AZ-1 5MT 1,498,000 yen

���The authentic bucket-type seat provides firm support for the driver's body.

★The small 35cm diameter handlebars are one feature that will inspire your sporty spirit.

This is what it looks like from the outside!!!

The Gullwings and Midship layout are lightweight and futuristic in shape.

Although it is basically the same as the model exhibited at the motor show, you will notice that some small changes have been made for the market. The first thing that catches your eye are the headlights. The retractable lamps have been changed to two exposed round lamps. However, they are angled to blend in as much as possible with the steeply sloping hood, and are a modified oval type.

Because of the gull-wing design, the outer door handles and door locks are positioned low, which is a bit of a concern as they get muddy easily on rainy days or after driving through muddy roads. The side air intakes behind the doors are a sign of a midship design and look cool. Air is introduced through the intake duct to cool the engine.

The single wiper type gives a sporty impression, but since it does not have any mechanism to expand the operating area like Mercedes Benz's, it may be slightly less practical than the dual wiper type.

There is also an air intake on the hood, but please be aware that this is not for the turbo intercooler. It is actually just an air intake for the interior. The door mirrors are also taken from the Carol.

The interior looks like this!!!!!!

The mysterious living space created by the gullwing!!!

The threshold is twice as high as that of the Cappuccino, so getting in and out of the car is not smooth. The threshold is higher than the seat, so it is impossible (not physically, but psychologically) for a woman wearing a skirt to get in. That being said, this is an exception to the rule for women who want to please men.

The interior has a narrow center tunnel that separates the driver and passenger, like the Cappuccino and Beat, and the driver and passenger seats are very close to each other. The inside door handles are the same as those of the Eunos Roadster.

The steering wheel is sporty with a small diameter of 35cm. The controls for the standard air conditioner are located on the center console due to space limitations, but the dial-type main switch (which also serves as the fan switch) has the numbers indicating the air volume facing downwards, making it difficult to see.

The seats are bucket type. The driver's seat slides but has no reclining (angle adjustment).

There are no adjustment mechanisms in the passenger seat.

The seats are fixed, with no room for movement. A heavy spare tire is placed behind the driver's seat to improve cornering performance. There is plenty of headroom.

The gear shift lever is less appealing than that of the Beat and Cappuccino, as it feels more tacky. Also, there are no power windows to keep the vehicle weight down.

PIC CAPTIONS

★The AZ-550 was released three years ago. The only changes from the AZ-1 are the retractable headlamps and aluminum.

★The AZ-1's side air intakes are proof that it is a mid-engine car.

★A gorgeous figure!

AZ-1when opened. This is the gullwing.

◆The most distinctive feature of the AZ-1 is its gull-wing doors that look as if they could pop out at any moment.

↑Seen from the front, the gull-wing doors look somewhat threatening...

→Is it just me or does it look like a goldfish? →AZ-1 seen from directly above looks like

◆The rear view has four round lamps. The engine is mounted behind the seats.

◆The short, easy-to-operate gear lever is very sporty.

◆The seats are also full-fledged bucket type, designed with sporty driving in mind.

★It is the smallest and sportiest steering wheel on a commercially available vehicle.

★This air conditioning control switch is vertical and has an unusual shape that has never been seen before.

Introducing the Autozam AZ-1, the first gull-wing light car!

Here's the mechanism of AZ-1!!

It's a sporty mechanism that goes beyond being a lightweight car.

Both the front and rear use strut suspension, and the brakes are four-wheel discs, exactly the same as the Beat. The AZ-1 is 25mm lower than the Beat, and its wheelbase is 45mm shorter, so its cornering performance has reached a considerable level.

The tires are the same size on both the front and rear, and are specially designed TOYO Trampio 155/65R13 inch. Aluminum wheels, which can reduce the weight by 2 kg per wheel, are available as custom-made equipment.

The body is a skeleton monocoque.

The structure is called a "shell," and the plastic outer panels are bolted together, which has the advantage that the welds are not visible from the outside, and the number of spot welds has been increased to increase rigidity.

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▶AZ-1's rivals

▼SUZUKI cappuccino

▲HONDA beat

If you were to compare it simply in terms of power performance, the Cappuccino would be its rival (which can't be helped, since they have the same engine), but if you were to compare it in terms of drive system, the Beat would be its rival. It is the only one that is not an open-top car compared to the other two, but it can be said to have both the acceleration of the Cappuccino and the midship of the Beat. In other words, since all three cars are different, it is difficult to compare them as equal rivals. The only choice you can make is based on these three factors - gullwing, midship, FR - and your budget.

■This is the AZ-1 chassis (framework) and suspension!!!

◆The suspension is equipped with disc brakes and strut suspension.

The body uses the latest skeleton monocoque.

[gasgasdaily]

We've in the past talked about the VW Beetle and how Ferdinand Porsche built his own sports car company to legendary status with the design cues of the VW Bug but there was a time that ideology was nearly shattered and today, we're gonna talk about that with an array of front-engined Porsches.

Pics from left to right, top to bottom in zigzag form: Porsche 928 -> Porsche 924 -> Porsche 944 Turbo -> Porsche 968

Porsche was gaining more and more fame in not only the racing world but also the sports car world as their machine works wonders on both ends of the spectrum and was superbly reliable. When the 911 came out in the 60s, it was a total sensation that shot Porsche's name into everyone's mouth that would even rival names like Ferrari when someone talks about sportscars. However, by the turn of the mid-70s, Porsche was facing an issue as roads got expanded wider and wider, demand for a certain type of cars were needed and Porsche didn't have any to cater to that and that's the "Grand Tourer/GT" concept and not only that, the 911 sales have somehow slowed down that Porsche thought the 911's time was up so to the drawing board they went to create a new car for the markets.

The 928 would be conceived in 1971 by one of Porsche's managing director, Ernst Fuhrmann. Ernst would explain to the higher ups that having a GT car like that would open to newer markets like the US and would also fight for the same slice of pie that Mercedes was dominating in when it came to GT cars thus Ferdinand Porsche gave the go ahead for the project. It would also be Porsche's first self-internally designed vehicle rather than taking its design from the VW catalogues. Not only that, Porsche would ditch the RR (Rear-engine, RWD) layout for a more conventional FR layout to maximize boot space to be a proper GT car. Porsche would initially try by fitting a 5L V8 making 300hp into the prototype but found it to be too heavy and not making as much power as they hoped so they even thought of going bigger to a V10 unit which was made using two Audi 5cyl stuck together (which became the basis for the future Lamborghini V10) but decided against it again as they didn't want to dig thru VW's parts bin again and thus self-developed the aluminium block 4.5L M28 V8 which made approx 270hp. Despite not being as powerful as the 5L option that they had wanted to put in, the self-developed V8 had slightly more torque, way lighter and somehow drove smoother thus that became the main option when the car launched in 1977 due to some delays. The car would shine and did do what it had promised but the sales was sluggish which surprised Porsche itself as being a perfectly sporty GT car with new tech like fuel injection and Porsche's first water cooling feature, the car just wern't selling. Somehow, it took them time to realize that by moving too forwards, the company had actually went steps back as enthusiasts shunned the 928 for being "impure" with the drastic layout changes and now the infusion of a water-cooled system which doesn't make a Porsche a "Porsche" anymore. Despite the initial slow sales of the 928, people would soon see its merits and loyalists would soon realize that the car wasn't as bad as they thought it to be and the 928 would stick around for 18 years of total production run with various different changes along the way including more power to the engine, higher displacement etc etc along the way.

Whilst the development of the 928 was going on, Porsche also realized that their cheap sports car, the 914, was obsolete and was ready for a change. Consequently, VW was in the midst of updating their Karmann Ghia with a more conventional and newer model also so they roped in Porsche to co-develop a sports car together as VW didn't really know on how to proceed, with Porsche doing the tuning with their mechanical engineering know-how and general design whilst VW would offer their parts and manufacturing plants to make the car. However, facing the same issues as the 928 where global events shifts the focus of the project, VW would ultimately pull the plug of the project leaving Porsche in a lurch. Porsche would eventually buy out VW's part of the deal and went ahead with it and that became the 924. Despite VW not owning much of the percentage of the 924 project now, the part of the deal that Porsche bought specified that the car still had to have a VW engine and not only that, the car would have to be built in a VW facility and Porsche complied. What came out in 1975 during its launch was a sports car bearing the Porsche badge in a FR layout with a 2L inline-4 EA831 making 70hp but with a special Porsche header and Porsche's 1st foray into electronical fuel injection system, the engine makes 125hp. The very same engine was also used in the VW T2 van which was an updated Kombi and thus the 924 also became a running joke that it was a sports car but with a van engine. Despite the mockery, the car sold rather well due to the sheer balance it has with its 50:50 weight distribution due to the gearbox being fitted to the rear of the car. Porsche would also realize that the engine was really rather pitiful in power delivery so they would update the base 924 with a turbo in 1978 and immediately, it was even more well received as there's finally performance to the so-called "sports car". With the turbo, the engine now makes 170hp. It isn't alot but by 1980s standard, that was plentiful enough. Privateers were elated with the new updated 924 Turbo that many would take it racing across the world and the results were pretty good. To send the 924 off with a bang due to shifting times and VW stopping the production of the EA81 engine in 1984, Porsche would take the 2.5L inline-4 engine from the 944 (more on that later), detune it to 156hp and put it into the chassis and sold it as the 924S. Porsche would keep selling the 924S till 1989.

Whilst Porsche was selling the 924 Turbo in 1979, they soon realized that despite the reviews on the car being solid, demand for it was rather lacklustre as feedback for engine troubles due to people of yesteryears not knowing on how to maintain a turbocharged engine and for an "entry level sports car", the 924 Turbo isn't "entry level" prices at all thus Porsche would take the chassis and develop it into another new model which they would call the 944 as the proper mid-spec Porsche and would sketch the car based on the 924 Carrera GTP race car. They kept the balance of the 924 the same but this time took the 5L V8 unit from the 928, lobbed it in half to turn it into the 2.5L inline-4 M44/40 unit and slot it onto the car. Porsche would push the 944 out for sales by 1982 and immediately, it was a hit. Despite not being much faster than the 924 Turbo as the newer 2.5L engine makes only about the same horsepower than the 924 Turbo at 162hp, reviewers would find the car more refined and more road-friendly as it featured way more creature comforts not found in the 924 Turbo and it became a massive hit, especially in the US. Feeling that the performance still isn't enough, Porsche would once again slap a turbo to the M44 unit turning it into the M44/51 producing 215hp and reslotting the engine into the car and selling it as the 944 Turbo. It once again became a massive hit and to follow the trend, Porsche would once again update the model like with a "Turbo S" variant where they bumped the power figure up to 250hp in 1988. Porsche would then update the base 944 to the S variant (S="Super") where the M44/40 received variable belt tensioner control unit and instead of using one overhead cams, it has two now pushing power to 185hp. It would be updated once again in 1989 and this time, Porsche would stretch the engine to the absolute maximum by increasing its displacement to 3L, making it the world's more displacement 4cyl pushing 210hp and naming the new upgrade as the S2. Due to the entire front-engine cars being their initial idea to replace the 911, they had to make a cabriolet for these cars too which they decided to use the 944 for in 1985. It was well received but couldn't be made till 1987 and would finally be launched in 1989 with the 944 S2 as its base. Porsche would then in 1991 update the Cabrio with the turbo unit. Porsche had, by 1992 decided to update the car once again but upon looking at the sheer amount of iterations the 944 platform had already went thru, they found it redundant to upgrade it even further just to block themselves with even more parts yet again for the same vehicle so they decided to scrap that idea and instead used whatever remaining parts to make a new model and thus, the 968 was born.

Porsche would push the 968 out to the markets with a new restyle where they'll merge parts from the 928 and the restyled 944 together. The final iteration of the 944's 3L inline-4 was retained but instead of using the 5spd gearbox, a new 6spd was used. Power was also increased slightly where it now makes 240hp. Porsche would also do up a Turbo S variant as normal where they slapped a turbo to the 3L unit which bumped the power to 300hp and the 968 would be made till 1995.

These FR cars were supposed to replace the 911 but thank christ it didn't or else there'll be no more Targa, GT3RS etc etc.

[schdns]

I'm not one to stereotype, but this is so "typical-engineer-ego".

I have been working with my tita (She has a bachelor's degree in Civil Engineering) these past couple of months in building and designing her house. We've had prior issues na before pa ito. She degraded my design by asking me to change it into something old-school, like a typical mid-cost housing in the Philippines. I mean, gagastos na din siya ng pera, why not make it better? Hindi naman gagalaw yung budget niya sa design and materials na pinropose ko. Ganun parin. Pero mas tgusto niya yung pangit na design that costs almost the same. For context, here's the initial design (left) and the final design (right):

I let this go kasi siya ang owner eh. And as a professional, I respect my client, all the more towards her because we're family. But it didn't end there.

My tito, her eldest brother, was also an undergraduate of Civil Engineering. Sa floor plan wala naman kaming problema ng tita. She approved my floor plan layout. Tapos one night, nagulat ako kasi bigla na lang sinabi sakin na i-revise ko yung floor plan for blueprint kasi pinalitan daw ng tito ko. I MEAN, HOW UNETHICAL. Papalitan mo floor plan ko without consulting me? tapos sinira mo pa yung proper circulation ng buong bahay and column alignments. tapos sasabihin niyo sakin kayang gumawa ng Engineers ng Floor Plan and pwedeng sila na lang pumirma ng Architecturals? context: floor plan on the left is mine, floor plan on the right is my tito's

When will this stigma end? ang simple lang naman eh. Design = Architects Build = Engineers R.A. 9266!!!!!

Eh kung sabihin ko sakanilang kayang mag design at pumirma ng Architects sa structurals kasi part ng curriculum namin yun and entitled kami? Hindi yun pwede, pero for the sake of giving them a taste of their own medicine. Syempre di kakayanin ng ego nila.

At risk na nga yung profession namin because of AI tapos gaganiyan-ganiyan pa kayo.

Architects are for aesthetics lang? Let's see you design a house with proper space distribution according to the sun's orientation. Let's see you analyze how to allow the house to breathe natural air and be fed natural lighting. It takes more than aesthetics to be able to do what an architect does. I hope Engineers makes an effort to understand this. At this point, Slater Young is the only engineer I respect.

[landoseswins]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

[Press Release]

FIA Approves Grade 1 Plans for Historic South African Circuit.

Constructed in 1961, the original Kyalami circuit established itself as the premier motorsport facility in Southern Africa. The pleasant summer climate made Kyalami a favourite destination for European competitors unable to compete on their home soil owing to the winter off-season.

By the mid-1970s Kyalami had gained recognition as one of the best Grand Prix circuits in the world, hosting a total of 21 F1 Grand Prix races. The Kyalami 9-Hour became a favourite race in the sports car world championship. Moto GP also visited Kyalami from 1983 to 1985. These events gained world-wide coverage, not only for the circuit but for South Africa as a country.

The current 4.522km layout, upgraded in 2016, already holds FIA Grade 2 certification and the Kyalami precinct has proven itself as a successful, self-sustaining venue with year-round commercial activity. The facility’s multi-use functionality—conferences, shows, exhibitions, activations, lifestyle events—remains central to its commercial model.

Kyalami Grand Prix Circuit is now poised to take the next step in the evolution of the track, having received confirmation that the Federation International de l'Automobile (FIA) has accepted final design proposals to upgrade the circuit to Grade 1 status—the highest international standard required to host Formula 1.

The FIA’s written acceptance of the amended design marks a significant achievement. Once the capital works are completed and a final inspection conducted, Kyalami will become Africa’s only FIA Grade 1 circuit, capable of hosting Formula 1 on the African continent.

At a press conference held at Kyalami, Circuit Owner Toby Venter and Clive Bowen, Founder and Director of UK-based Apex Circuit Design, detailed a plan which has been ongoing for five years, culminating in FIA approval of the venue’s upgrade design. Apex, an internationally recognised circuit design house also steered the design of, amongst others, the Miami Formula 1 street circuit.

“This is a defining moment for South African motorsport,” said Venter. “When we acquired Kyalami in 2014, we made a commitment to restore it not just as a world-class venue, but as a beacon for motorsport across the African continent. The FIA’s acceptance of our Grade 1 design is a major step forward in that journey.”

The proposed FIA Grade 1 upgrade—which notably requires no change to the circuit layout—focuses on enhancing run-off areas, barrier systems, debris fencing, kerbs, and drainage. “This is a light-touch upgrade in engineering terms, but one that enhances the already excellent circuit standards to meet modern Grade 1 requirements,” said Bowen.

The FIA plan approval grants Kyalami a three-year period to complete the intended Grade 1 upgrades. Initially, works will commence during periods when current business partners face no disruption to their event. Selected works will be actioned pending the successful outcome of South Africa’s place on the Formula 1 calendar and Kyalami being selected as the preferred hosting venue.

The Kyalami Grand Prix Circuit & International Convention Centre stands proud as Africa’s most iconic motorsport venue, and the preferred destination for a variety of events in the expanding metropolis between Johannesburg and Pretoria.

“Today, we turn the page to a bold new chapter for Kyalami. We are ready for the return of Formula 1 to African soil,” concluded Venter.

End.

[fromcruise-instoconcours]

C8 Corvette, the generation that took things from front-engine muscle to the typical mid-engine supercar layout.

[jasonryudotnet]

[일반 도로 시승] 진보한 꾸밈새, 여전한 재미로 매력 크지만 아쉬움도 - 로터스 에미라 V6 퍼스트 에디션

#로터스에미라 최근 내놓은 엘레트라와 에메야 등 순수 전기차로 미래를 향한 발판을 새로 놓은 로터스. 그래서 전통의 경량 설계 철학을 이어 받아 내연기관 만으로 달리는 유일한 모델인 에미라에 더 주목하게 됩니다. 자동변속기를 조합한 에미라 V6은 어떤 의미가 있고 어떤 역할을 하게 될까요. 시승기를 통해 알아봅니다.

평점: 8 / 10 돋보이는 점아쉬운 점– 스포츠카에 걸맞은 스타일과 잘 정돈된 실내– 펀치력 있는 V6 슈퍼차저 엔진– 매력 있는 스티어링 감각과 핸들링– 운전 재미를 반감시키는 변속기– 제한적인 인포테인먼트 시스템과 ADAS– 작은 연료탱크 로터스는 최근 내놓은 엘레트라와 에메야처럼 커다란 덩치의 순수 전기차로 미래를 향한 브랜드의 발판을 새로 놓았다. 두 모델은 포르쉐가 지속가능성의 밑천을 챙긴 카이엔과 파나메라같은 역할을 로터스 브랜드에 할 차들이다. 그래서 더 주목하게 되는 차가 에미라다. 로터스 전통의 경량 설계 철학을 이어 받아 내연기관 만으로 달리는 유일한 모델이기 때문이다.  그런 성격의 차로서 에미라 전에 나온 마지막 모델이 2008년에 나온 에보라였다는 점을 생각하면, 브랜드…

[deepspacedukat]

The Lifeline - Part Two: The Armstrong

To be completely honest, I haven't exactly planned this fic out, so I have no idea how many chapters this will be. It'll be a surprise for everyone, myself included! 😇 And yep, i have a lot of asks and tagged posts to get around to, but I wanted to put this out first. Enjoy!

If you want to be added to or removed from my taglist, please let me know.

Part One is here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

~*~

Vreenak (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: Future chapters will contain smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Spoilers for ST:VOY S1E7 "Eye of the Needle," references to Romulan politics, espionage, stalking, references to an interspecies relationship, pre-Romulan/Human relationship, interspecies romance, threats, angst, time travel bs, references to marriage/a mating bond, skeptical Vreenak, Romulan undercover as a Vulcan, mentions of a previous Vulcan/Human failed relationship.

~*~

After a few months aboard the USS Armstrong, we were finally going to see the Epsilon Pulsar Cluster up close! We took on new crew members at the Epsilon IX Station; four of which were engineers intended to ease the burden of repairs mid-mission, two were specially-qualified science officers, and one was simply a late addition.

It was the latter of the group that fascinated me. With keen, icy blue eyes, sharp facial features, and neatly-groomed hair, the new Vulcan Lieutenant had drawn my attention from the moment he materialized on the transporter pad in his science division blue uniform. The others were escorted to their stations and quarters by the Chief Engineer and the Science officer assigned to the Bridge, and I was assigned to Lieutenant Velek.

Tall and mildly intimidating, the stoic Vulcan stepped down from the transporter pad, and I offered him the traditional Vulcan ta'al in greeting as I introduced myself.

His eyes roamed the length of my body, seemingly sizing me up, but he did return my greeting after a pause. Undoubtedly, I was not who he expected to see when he beamed aboard.

"It is...agreeable to meet you, Lieutenant," he muttered after a moment, and assuming that was about all I was going to get out of him for the moment, I plastered on what I hoped was a welcoming smile.

"If you'll come with me, I'll show you to your quarters." Velek did so without protest. Giving him a short overview of our ship's upcoming mission to update Starfleet's data regarding the pulsar cluster, I tried to be as concise as possible. Though I kept my gaze firmly forward, I couldn't help but feel as though he was observing me.

Keying in the entry code for his quarters, I gave him a quick glance through the layout. Our ship was a little different than the standard science vessel in terms of accommodations. Starfleet meant for us to be a prototype for longer-term science missions into deep space, so there were a few more amenities than were standard.

If his expression was anything to go by - he'd lifted a single eyebrow all of twice - Velek was either impressed or turning his nose up in the most Vulcan way possible.

"If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to let me know. My quarters are actually just to the right of yours, so if the comms go down and you need a book or some tea or something, I won't be hard to find," I said clasping my hands behind my back as he turned to face me.

Velek's icy blue eyes gave me an appraising once over.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I will keep that in mind." Now that we were alone, I was struck by how deep and velvety his voice was.

Fuck. No way. I couldn't do this again. I was just asking to get hurt if I developed feelings for another Vulcan, so I simply wouldn't be interested in this one. Velek was a colleague, nothing more. That was all he'd ever be.

"I'll leave you in peace," I murmured with a polite smile. "Your first duty shift begins at oh-nine-hundred tomorrow morning, so take some time to rest or explore the ship, as you see fit. I'll see you in Science Lab Three."

He gave a polite nod, and I left his quarters. Taking a deep, steadying breath once I was back in the hallway, I forcibly shook my thoughts back into neutral territory. Velek was not for me.

--

Vreenak's first step aboard the Armstrong was to determine the Lieutenant's schedule - a task made easier by the proximity of her quarters to his. Next, he slipped inside and placed a few listening devices. Audio and visual in her living space, and audio-only in her bedroom.

He was careful to disturb nothing during his time in her space, but he couldn't stop himself from glancing through the few books she'd accumulated. A pair of poetry books, a copy of Surak's teachings, three assorted fictional texts, and what appeared to be a romance novel. Tucking the title away in the recesses of his brain for further research, he placed secondary sets of bugs in extremely innocuous places, pausing only when he leaned over the head of her bed.

A soft, sweet scent clung to fabric that Vreenak simply couldn't resist inhaling deep into his lungs. Something primal and dark stirred in his chest, and he just barely managed to suppress a small groan of hunger.

Horror washed over him when he realized what he'd done, and with a scowl, he left as quietly as he'd come. As he sat in his quarters testing the equipment one last time while he had the chance, he scoffed at his own behavior.

Fool of a man. If he didn't control himself, he'd end up with a Human wife whether he wanted one or not. And he most certainly did not.

Especially not one like her. She was too–

Somewhere in the midst of his thoughts, the sound of voices reached Vreenak's ears. She was back, and she had a guest. Accessing his new cameras, he watched as the Lieutenant and a Trill Ensign sat, kicking off their shoes and tucking their legs beneath them as they chatted. Raising the volume slightly, the Vice-Chairman listened in.

"–eyes like that? I mean, if someone like him looked in my direction, I'd be half-way to requesting Vulcan citizenship already," the Trill woman said with a gleeful smile. "Oh, come on. You have eyes in your head! The new guy's hot!"

The Lieutenant merely shrugged her shoulders.

"I mean...yeah, he's good-looking, but I got the feeling he's not easily impressed. He barely said two words to me. And he seems...irritable," she muttered, and her friend nudged her arm playfully.

"So he's just your type, then?" The Lieutenant looked up at her sharply, but the Trill just laughed. "You know I'm right. Every guy you've dated since the Academy has been some variation of a smart, handsome asshole. What makes Velek so different?"

Vreenak blinked. They were talking about him? The silence stretched between the women, and eventually the Ensign sighed, but less from frustration than concern.

"This is about Torek, isn't it?"

That was a new name. One that Vreenak instantly disliked, though he couldn't put his finger on the reason.

"Of course it is. When someone uses you like that, you don't forget it in a hurry," the Lieutenant wilted somewhat.

"I know, but this one's older," Vreenak bristled at that, "I bet he's got at least a modicum of tact when it comes to letting people down gently. And anyone would be more honest than Torek," the Trill said patting her friend's shoulder before moving to the replicator. "Now, I think ice cream is in order."

The rest of the evening's conversation was irrelevant, and once the Ensign headed back to her own quarters, Vreenak stretched and made to walk back to his own bedroom. Humans needed more rest than Romulans, so he fully expected that to be the end of her evening.

To his surprise, he glanced at the monitor once more, but instead of finding her heading toward her bed, he saw that she had curled up with a book - the romance novel he'd found on her shelf earlier.

After a long moment of debate, he switched his view to the camera situated behind her so he could note what page she was on.

How strange for her to be reading a romance, especially if what she'd said to her Trill friend was true. She'd been used by a Vulcan, yet she willingly sought romance? Did that not simply emphasize her loneliness to her? Was she addicted to the pain?

Vreenak's brow furrowed, and he pushed down memories of his own failed romantic endeavors. No, if he was in her position, he could never indulge in something like a romance novel. Elements, he didn't want to even in his current position.

Unfortunately, though, he would need to if he wanted a full understanding of her psychological state. He told himself it was all part of building a profile of the woman who'd claimed to be his wife.

Downloading the novel onto his personal terminal, he let his gaze linger on her for a time. She seemed so small and unassuming when she was all bunched up amongst the cushions.

But, he'd learned decades ago never to underestimate an opponent. The moment you did, that was usually when you got a knife in the back. He would not be such a fool. Not with her.

Thus, he opened the first page of the book file and began to read with a scoff, alternating his attention between her and the text of the drab little story with the childish pink hearts on the cover.

~*~

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Did you know ???

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟗, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝟒𝟐𝟗 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠.

Known internally as the LID Mustang—short for Low Investment Drivetrain—this project aimed to fix the production model’s notorious weight distribution problem.

Instead of packing the heavy Boss 429 V8 up front, Ford’s engineers reversed the engine and mounted it over the rear wheels.

A Clever, Cost-Effective Makeover

Working with their Special Vehicles unit and a local Detroit skunkworks group called Kar Kraft, Ford took a standard Boss 429 engine paired with a C6 automatic transmission and installed it in a custom, removable rear subframe. A specially built transfer case rotated the power 180 degrees, feeding a modified 9-inch rear axle. This clever setup shifted the weight balance from a 60/40 front-to-rear split to a more promising 40/60, reducing wheelspin and potentially improving handling.

An Experiment That Didn’t Take Off

Despite the improved weight distribution, the mid-engine layout didn’t deliver a significant performance boost. With little more than reduced wheelspin to show for it, Ford decided not to pursue the idea further. At one point, reports in Motor Trend suggested the lone prototype was headed for the crusher at a Detroit-area salvage yard.

A Mysterious Disappearance

Recent whispers from credible Ford insiders, however, have added a twist to the tale. After its test program, the LID Mustang was parked at the Dearborn Proving Grounds with other test mules. Rather than being scrapped, the car seemingly vanished—leading some to believe it might be hidden away in a private garage somewhere in Dearborn or Allen Park, waiting for its moment to reemerge.

This story of wild innovation remains one of Ford’s most intriguing “what if” moments—a reminder that sometimes even the boldest experiments can slip quietly into legend.

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American Motors AMX/2, 1969. A concept presented at the Chicago Auto Show designed under Richard "Dick" Teague by Bob Nixon and Fred Hudson. The AMX/2 design was for a mid-engine layout though the concept lacked any engine at all

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New Sideproject - "What If" aircraft liveries

Got bored.

Downloaded AC7 aircraft models and retexture templates.

Made a thing.

Figured I'd share.

"F/A-23 Redback", of 75SQN, Royal Australian Air Force

[Lore/Story behind the aircraft below the cut]

When Lockheed Martin won the Advanced Tactical Fighter (ATF) program with their YF-22 Raptor demonstrator, Northrop & McDonnell Douglas placed their contender, the YF-23 Black Widow II's, into storage pending dismantling for static display.

However, fortune would come calling from an unsuspecting source: Australia. The Royal Australian Air Force had recently completed delivery of 75 brand new F/A-18A/B Hornets to replace their aging fleet of Mirage III's. However, planners within the Department of Defence and Australian Defence Force recognised the shifting landscape of aerial warfare, and payed close attention to the US's ATF program.

Initially, the RAAF wanted to purchase the F-22 after it won the program in 1991 and had expressed tentative interest, though didn't commit due to the high initial operating costs at the time and recent budgetary issues the ADF faced due to other concurrent modernization programs taking place. By the time the RAAF were ready to order the aircraft, the US had marked the aircraft as unavailable for export sales.

Lockheed Martin did offer the RAAF the opportunity to buy into the Joint Strike Fighter program, which would be the precursor program that resulted in the development of the F-35 Lighting II series of aircraft, however RAAF leadership turned to McDonnell Douglas and Northrop, recalling how well their YF-23 performed in the program demonstrations.

The two testbed aircraft, Spider and Grey Ghost, were shipped to Australian on loan for use by the RAAF's Aircraft Research & Development Unit (ARDU) for evaluations in the mid 1990's, as the operating environment in Australia was different to that of the United States. While the aircraft performed well, some modifications were suggested including the use of more fuel efficient engines, an adjusted cockpit panel layout, and provisions to mount external stores much like the F-22 had (primarily for long-distance ferry flights across Australia, but also for use in low-threat or permissive environments where stealth is not a concern).

Northrop & McDonnell Douglas accommodated the upgrades, and in 1999, an initial purchase of 24 F/A-23A stealth fighters was made to equip two squadrons with the modified design. The airframe was given the designator of Redback in reference to the small but dangerous spider that called the continent home, whilst also showing homage to the original name of Black Widow II.

No 75 SQN and No 77 SQNs were the first recipients of the new F/A-23As, operating as composite squadrons comprised of both the new Redback and the older F/A-18A+ Hornets. As the Hornets aged, they were transferred to No. 2 Operational Conversion Unit for training and adversarial use.

There was talk of purchasing more Redbacks to augment a strike gap left behind pending the retirement of the venerable F-111C Aardvarks, however the decision was made to purchase Boeing's F/A-18F Super Hornets (with Boeing having bought and merged with McDonnell Douglas).

F/A-23A Redback was the initial version developed in the late 1990s and early 2000's, with upgrades and enhancements introduced over time to incorporate newer technologies and extend the life of these aircraft. Upgraded aircraft were unofficially referred to as -23A+s, similar to how F/A-18As that were upgraded to match the capability of the newer F/A-18C/Ds were referred to as A/B+

In the late 2000's, the RAAF (under license from Northrop/Boeing) introduced a variant featuring new engines, a new radar and updated avionics to incorporate newly released weapons systems, designated F/A-23B.

With the F-35 coming into service with the US and other JSF partner nations, and the older legacy Hornets retired out of service, the RAAF were looking into how to compliment their fleet of Redbacks. The F/A-18F Super Hornets operated by No. 1 and No. 6 Squadron were due for upgrade, and Boeing proposed the "Advanced Super Hornet" as a upgrade package.

To sweeten the deal, components from ASH were splintered off for use to update the fleet of F/A-23Bs, now used by all three former Hornet squadrons (3, 75, & 77) as well as 2OCU and the ARDU. Forming the B+ 'Mid Life Update', components borrowed from the ASH included it's new IRST and AESA radar package, compatibility with the Enclosed Weapons Pod, and a fully glass cockpit display.

By 2020, both the Redback and Rhino finished their upgrades, and formed the backbone of Australia's air warfare component, with No.'s 3, 75, and 77 operating F/A-23B+ Redbacks, No. 1 operating the F/A-18F+ (informal designation for the Advanced Super Hornet) and No. 6 operating as a composite of F/A-18F+ and EA-18G+ (EA-18G Growlers given the Advanced Super Hornet upgrade package).

Australia remains the only operator of the YF-23 platform, though not for a lack of trying on the part of Northrop & McDonnell Douglas (later Boeing).

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If you made it this far, good on 'ya.

This YF-23 "What If" concept livery is dedicated to my friend @kaitaiga, who I know is fucking obsessed with the YF-23 Black Widow II. The livery came first, and then of course my 'writer' brain had to think up a background as to how the RAAF got their hands on an F-22 equivalent aircraft and maintained its service instead of buying into the F-35 program.

I have nothing against F-35 (anymore) though I am still salty that we haven't gone full-send into the Advanced Super Hornet. The CFTs along the spine just look sleek as fuck.

Thank you for reading!

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2025 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 - Full Tech Specs and Performance

The 2025 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 marks a new benchmark in American supercar engineering, combining advanced aerodynamics, powertrain innovation, and motorsport-derived performance.

At its core is the LT7 engine, a 5.5-liter twin-turbocharged V8 with a flat-plane crankshaft. This engine produces 1,064 HPr at 7,000 rpm and 825 pound-feet of torque at 6,000 rpm, making it the most powerful V8 engine ever by GM.

The LT7 is a significant evolution of the naturally aspirated LT6 found in the Corvette Z06. Key changes include forged aluminum pistons, strengthened connecting rods, and twin 76 mm ball-bearing turbochargers integrated into the exhaust manifolds. The engine also features an anti-lag system that maintains boost pressure during throttle lift-off, ensuring immediate power delivery when re-engaged.

Power is delivered to the rear wheels via a dual-clutch 8-speed transmission that has been reinforced to handle the increased torque. Chevrolet estimates 0 to 60 mph in 2.3 seconds, with a top speed exceeding 215 mph. In private testing, the 2025 Corvette ZR1 has achieved verified runs over 230 mph, including a peak of 233.

Standard models of the 2025 Corvette ZR1 feature a front splitter, underbody strakes, and an active rear spoiler. With the available ZTK package, the ZR1 gains a large fixed rear wing, dive planes, and additional carbon-fiber components. Combined, these upgrades provide over 1,200 pounds of downforce.

Chassis tuning includes Magnetic Ride Control 4.0 and a track-optimized suspension geometry. The ZR1 is equipped with Michelin tires—20 inches at the front and 21 inches at the rear. Braking is handled by carbon-ceramic rotors, measuring 15.7 inches in front and 15.4 inches in the rear, with electronic brake boost providing consistent stopping power.

Cooling performance has been enhanced through several functional design elements. A center-mounted intercooler evacuates heat through a vented hood, while additional ducts in the front fascia and rear quarter panels direct airflow to critical systems. Roof and rear window have been optimized for thermal management.

2025 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 – Technical Specifications

General Informations Model: 2025 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 Body style: 2-door coupe, mid-engine layout Platform: GM Y2 (C8 architecture) Drive type: Rear-wheel drive Production location: Bowling Green, Kentucky, USA

Powertrain Engine code: LT7 Configuration: 5.5-liter V8, twin-turbocharged, dual overhead cam, flat-plane crankshaft Displacement: 5500 cc Induction: Twin 76 millimeter ball-bearing turbochargers integrated into exhaust manifolds Maximum horsepower: 1064 horsepower at 7000 rpm Maximum torque: 825 pound-feet at 6000 rpm Redline: 8000 rpm Fuel delivery: Direct injection Cooling system: Intercooler with hood vent, front and side intake ducts, roof-integrated airflow, and rear-quarter cooling channels Special features: Anti-lag system, forged aluminum pistons, reinforced connecting rods, dry sump oiling system

Transmission Type: 8-speed dual-clutch automatic Final drive: Strengthened limited-slip differential

Performance Estimates 0 to 60 miles per hour: 2.3 seconds Quarter mile: Estimated 9.5 seconds with ZTK package Top speed: Electronically confirmed runs over 230 mph, with a recorded maximum of 233 mph

Chassis and Suspension Front suspension: Short/long arm configuration with Magnetic Ride Control version 4.0 Rear suspension: Multilink setup with Magnetic Ride Control version 4.0 Braking system: Carbon-ceramic rotors, 15.7 inches front and 15.4 inches rear, with electronic brake boost Steering: Electric power steering with variable ratio

Wheels and Tires Front tires: 275/30 ZR20 Rear tires: 345/25 ZR21 Tire options: Michelin Pilot Sport 4S standard, Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2 R optional with ZTK package Wheel sizes: 20 inches by 10 inches front, 21 inches by 13 inches rear Construction: Lightweight forged aluminum

Aerodynamics Standard aero: Front splitter, underbody strakes, active rear spoiler Optional ZTK package: Fixed carbon fiber rear wing, front dive planes, additional carbon fiber components Downforce: Exceeds 1200 pounds with ZTK configuration

Dimensions (estimated) Overall length: 182.3 inches Overall width: 79.7 inches Overall height: 48.6 inches Wheelbase: 107.2 inches Curb weight: 3750 to 3800 pounds depending on configuration

Interior and Technology Driver interface: Digital instrument cluster, performance data recorder Seating options: GT2 and Competition Sport seats Infotainment: Chevrolet Infotainment 3 Premium with 8" touchscreen Audio system: Bose sound system Driver aids: Launch control, performance traction management, customizable drive modes

Optional Packages ZTK Track Performance Package includes track-optimized suspension, Cup 2 R tires, and high downforce aerodynamic components Carbon Fiber Package: carbon trim elements on exterior and interior

MSRP Starting price above 185,000 US dollars