#PanelBeating

[celette]

Racing Toyota Vios repair with Celette equipment

In this episode, we dive into the intense world of racing as we repair a Toyota Vios that suffered damage during an exhilarating race. Watch as we restore this car utilizing the Cameleon Universal Fixture System to ensure precision in every step of the repair process. Join us as we tackle the challenges of restoring performance and aesthetics, demonstrating the importance of innovative technology in motorsport repairs

. Cameleon patent nr. US 11,373,456 B2; patent nr. IN 544969

[gregpostok]

Help!

Beszéljetek le/ rá, hogy Gazdagréti panelbe költözzek.

Rég laktam Békáson a Szindbád utcai 15 emeletesben, megkoptak az emlékeim.

[youhavehitawall]

Didn’t want to spam your ask box, but I realized I was forgetting what I wanted to ask so here it is, maybe. Some of it might’ve been lost.

You mentioned at one point that Ratchet had mobility issues, but not what they were exactly.

Ratchet and Reg are battling to be my favorite, Austin is too similar to me to be my favorite unfortunately.

I can’t help but what to meddle with stories I really like, for instance I want to be a bit of a stalker and send Firestorm a picture of Ratchet in Backwater Downs, maybe with a clue on the back. I feel like that’s a fun idea to mess around with.

Most of Ratchet's mobility issues are in the parts of him that self-repaired instead of being fixed by a mechanic. His Plymouth Fury heritage gives him advanced self-repair, which is what kept him alive (that, and the roll-cage) during and after his crash. The mechanic that fixed him was hesitant to undo the self-repair's work since Ratchet was so precarious. The mechanic also did a lot of jury-rigging work, as Plymouths are a rarity in Australia. Now, his biggest issue is, his parking brake is useless. He can't do big hill starts anymore. Reg often drives behind him so that, if he gets stuck on a hill, he can roll back into Reg and do a normal hillstart. He also slips near cliffs or on beaches, and will roll if he falls asleep on an uneven surface. He can also be physically pushed around even with his brakes on. His left side axles were crimped in the crash and he can't go full lock to the left anymore. He also struggles with offroading, anything more than a dirt track is very difficult for him. He can't race on dirt at all anymore as it puts too much stress on his chassis. His A, B, and C pillars are all dented and were hammered and self-repaired into shape. His eyesight is much poorer than it used to be, and his muteness comes from the same damage. His brain simply can't connect the words and the sounds anymore. The front of his chassis rails are permanently twisted inwards which can feel uncomfortable for him, especially when he's turning hard - again, no offroading. His tailfins are not quite symmetrical anymore and it throws him off his line at high speeds and makes him stray to the right. His headlights also don't work 100% of the time, and his highbeams flicker terribly. The wiring is fucked.

His jaw clicks when he chews. This isn't a mobility issue but it didn't do that before the crash.

Austin I feel like doesn't get the full rep he deserves on here. It's very difficult for me to pack his entire character into a little comic because he has so SO much character. He is motivated by rage for decades and it twists him up inside. He's angry and bitter and anxious and horny and that's his 'good day'. He loves the dead and used to steal parts from graves and upgrade himself without anaesthetic. There is something deeply deeply wrong with him. He's absolutely my favourite because he is so fucked up but he's also so kind and loyal all the time. He would do anything for his friends and partners at the drop of a hat. But he also 100% is waiting for Reg to drop dead so he can take that delicious V10 for himself. And I do mean delicious. Which is to say just remember the version of him you see here is PG rated.

Realistically, Firestorm would never believe a picture of Ratchet (known to him as Ricochet) if he got one. Firestorm's business is perfectly legitimate, but he's not above running illegal stock behind the scenes. His association with Rundown also makes him a lot of enemies even in the criminal underbelly. Rundown has very few allies. So a picture of Ricochet, he'd just take that as an enemies' baiting attempt, albeit one in poor taste. It doesn't matter that the Fury in the photo has Ricochet's funny little twitch in his smile. Doesn't matter that he has matching warbles in his left fender, just like Ricochet had, from Firestorm's first attempt at panelbeating. Doesn't even matter that there's a red-eyed ragtop Hornet in the background, a model of car nearly impossible to find, who has Austin's missing tooth. Firestorm would never take the bait. He might store the photo away and he might lie awake at night, wondering about it, wishing desperately he was younger and more naive and stupid enough to pursue it. But he won't risk his family or his life. He has to make a decision, between chasing ghosts and raising his kids, and as much as it pains him he lets the photo sit in the dark album and gather dust with all the others.

BUT let's play in this for a second. Assuming there's a way to make Firestorm believe this isn't doctored, well, it doesn't matter that Backwater Downs is not even a town name, isn't even on the map. Doesn't matter that Ricochet has been missing for sixty years. Within a month of getting that photo, Firestorm is landing in Darwin International Airport. He storms out, buys a drum of water and drives south into the great flat lands.

Firestorm finding Ricochet is probably the worst way for them to reunite, because it makes Firestorm so incredibly, extremely angry. Sixty years and Ratchet never tried to reach out. Firestorm is so sick and tired of trying to hold his sibs together and he's sick of being forced to watch them drift away, and DIE, from apathy or petty arguments. Also in this timeline, Ratchet feels obliged to explain that he left because Robyn tried to kill him - shot him and everything. That would turn the whole situation into a disaster. The happier versions are when Ratchet comes back to America and reunites with Firestorm. He never reveals Robyn's crime, and he even allows Robyn to apologise to him, though he doesn't forgive her. She did a lot of damage, even if she hadn't meant it maliciously. And Firestorm is so happy to have Ricochet back home, he chooses to gloss over that yawning gap of "why didnt you call or text or write or fax or come home or-" that plays in his head constantly.

Fun fact, when Ratchet reunites with Firestorm, poor Rico gets a "Jr" tacked onto his name. Firestorm called him Junior on occasion, but thisis the first time Rico has to confront the fact he was named after someone that his dad missed dearly. And he hates being a Jr. He immediately tries to race Ratchet for his honour back and he gets his ass kicked. Ratchet then takes him out for beers and ice-cream and Rico Jr decides he has the best uncle in the whole world.

[avegzetkoalaja]

Panelbe (betonba) mennyire használható a Parkside vídiás fúrószár? 10-12 lyukról lenne szó.

[leolaroot]

? dumesh fans claim to be horny yet ive never seen this adorable feet panelb efore

[baileighindustrial]

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[celette]

The comprehensive restoration process for the British luxury car, the Bentley Azure Mulliner Symbolic Edition, involves using a Celette frame machine to ensure precision and accuracy. This meticulous procedure Includes a detailed assessment, disassembly, frame alignment, bodywork, mechanical restoration, interior refurbishment, etc. ultimately restoring the vehicle to its original splendor and performance standards. . Original photos and all the work done by: @mblclassics . .

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[dialadentsevenoaks]

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[sssfinditfast]

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[cardoctorsg]

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[mactemba]

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[classicautosound]

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[nonquebecoisayul]

Vasárnap

Vasárnap van. Életem vasárnapjai két nagy csoportba sorolhatók: az egyikbe az utálatos, másnapi iskolai vagy munkahétre készülő, samponszagú unalmasok tartoznak, a másikba az Ibi néninél töltöttek 1999 és 2016 között.

Ez utóbbiakra emlékezem most. Otthon éppen őrjöng a szél, és eszembe jutnak azok a téli didergős késő délutánok, amikor Ibi nénitől visszafelé a kollégiumba, a Marek József utcába, a Márvány utcába, majd végül a Bem rakpartra vártam a 23-as buszra vagy az 52-es villamosra.

Ilyenkor mindig mentem, mert január 31-én volt a születésnapja. Nem volt elvárás sohasem: akkor mentem, amikor akartam, amikor ráértem, amikor nem utaztam - a feltétel csak egy volt: csütörtökig mindig jeleznem kellett, hogy felkészüljön rám. Mint a kis herceg rók��ja.

12:45 és 13:00 között érkeztem mindig az ötödik emeleti pesterzsébeti panelbe. Ünnepeken, születésnapokon mindig volt nálam valami kis ajándék, legtöbbször egy nagy csokor virág, aminek az elemeit magam válogattam ki a Határ úton vagy ha vonattal mentem KöKiig, az ottani plázában. Egyébként nem volt nálam semmi, csak valami olvasnivaló (később már csak a smartphone) az órás utazgatásra meg a műanyag ételhordó ‘konténer’, amiben a következő hétre vittem visszafelé a házikosztot.

És micsoda házikoszt volt az, mamma mia! Fasírtban különösen erős volt Ibi néni, ami egy ízletes krumpli- vagy kelkáposztafőzelék feltéteként szolgált. Nála szerettem meg a paradicsomos káposztát, amiben verhetetlen volt! És a húslevese! Meg a nyáron eltett regiment lecsója, amit hónapokon keresztül hordtam tőle a hét későbbi részére.

Amíg élt Béla bácsi, a szobában ebédeltünk - minden szépen megterítve 3 főre. Aztán a veterán harcost csak elvitte a szíve már a 2000-es évek elején, így kettesben maradtunk. Elég volt onnantól csak a mákszemnyi konyhában, a lehajtható asztalkán ennünk kettesben. Aztán egy kávé, ami mindig be volt már készítve. Végül bementünk a délnyugatra néző nappaliba: nyáron elbújtunk a lehúzott redőnyök mögé, a ventillátor berregett, télen pedig vagy a gyertyafény lobogott a szürkeségben Béla bácsi fotója előtt, vagy az arcunkat úsztattuk a napfényben.

És beszélgettünk. Évtizedeken át. Végtelenül. Mindenről. Inkább értettünk egyet, mint nem, de ez utóbbit is olyan elegánsan tettük, hogy tanulhatna belőle az aktuális emberiség. Beszéltünk háborúról és békéről, Miskolcról és Budapestről, kitelepítésről és a gumigyárról, Indiáról és Brazíliáról, na és persze a családról.

Ibi néni az egyetlen budapesti rokonom volt, a nagybetús Nagyi unokatestvére, aki történelmi kihagyás után a 80-as évek elején költözött vissza a fővárosba. Kalandos életéből volt mit mesélnie, tanítania és rám hagyományoznia. Frissen Pestre került diákként nagyon sokat számítottak ezek a minden második vasárnapi beszélgetések. Amik azután ritkultak, ahogy a nagybetűs Élet elragadott magával. De azért törekedtem a havi egyszeri látogatásra.

És ott voltam, ha szemműtétet követően haza kellett kísérni a kórházból, vagy amikor betegeskedett, és én váltottam ki a gyógyszereit, mert épp a mindig segítő földszinti házaspár nem volt elérhető. De amúgy soha nem vetette a szememre, hogy miért nem megyek gyakrabban, mint azelőtt. Soha egyetlen szóval nem mondta, hogy neheztel, sőt biztatott, hogy éljek, most vagyok fiatal.

2016 őszén, mielőtt indultunk volna világgá, kaptunk tőle pár hollóházi pocelánt, mert ezt fontosnak tartotta. Személyesen ment értük valahová a Ferenciek tere környékére, habár akkor már nem mozgott otthonosan a nagyvárosban. Most itt van a nappaliban Brazíliavárosban a levesestál, a gyertyatartó és társai, és itt van velük Ibi néni is - örökké.

Mert Ibi néni örök. Hosszú szenvedés és méltóságától megfosztott öregotthoni évek után a héten elment. A múlt héten még beszéltem vele, de már alig értett, az ő hangja is nagyon halk, fáradt volt, alig bírta a telefont is tartani. Hónapok, sőt évek óta nagyon nehéz volt bármit is mondani neki, hiszen mindannyian tudtuk a végét. Az utolsó két év ezzel a pandémiás elzárással aztán végképp értelmetlen volt. Még jó, hogy nyáron beengedtek hozzá, ahol ha maszkban is, de még megölelhettem, ami maradt abból a nagy, erős asszonyból, aki 50 évesen még a gumigyártás fortélyait tanulta, hogy diszpécserként is megértse, mivel foglalkozik a Taurus.

Most karácsonykor és újévkor elzárva volt a szobájában, mert elkapta a közellenség. És még azt is túlélte - igaza volt Noéminek, aki egyszerűen amazonként emlegette őt.

Ibi néni holnap lett volna 85. Nem panaszkodott, azt mondta, el kell fogadni, a kor azzal jár, amivel.

Drága Ibi néni, többet nem hívom majd a 402-es melléken se Kanadából, se Brazíliából. Mostantól nem kell Skype-előfizetés, hogy beszélgessünk: ezentúl már csak bennem tetszik élni és így majd magammal folytatom a párbeszédeket, amelyek oly hosszú időn keresztül alakítottak, tanítottak és segítettek evickélni a nagybetűsben. Köszönök mindent őszintén! Vagy ahogy egyszer Rafa kiabálta az utcáról az ötödik emeletre, ahonnan mindig érkezett egy utolsó integetés: “Cső, cső, Ibi néni!”

[skylarkblue]

Dad’s in hospital again, which means I’m in charge.

I’m the closest. It makes sense that I’m in charge. My siblings all live hours away.

But I’m also the youngest, and I’ve been taking care of Dad for six months. I’m tired. I’m burned out. I just want a break. And I want - the only people who could give me a break are my siblings. But they’re hours away. And I can’t ask them for help.

I don’t even know what help I need. Like, someone to do our parents’ shopping and feed their dogs for a couple of days so I can just.....sleep? Please? I’m so tired. I’m scared all the time. I’m scared Dad is going to get sicker. I’m scared Mum is going to have hypoglycaemia in the middle of the night while he’s not there and she’s going to get sick, too. I’m scared that this isn’t sustainable and I can’t do this and work at the same time. I have job interviews lined up. I need a paying job because my financial situation is not great. But at the moment looking after Dad pretty much is my job, and it’s hard.

He needs home oxygen. He needs a doctor to take his condition more seriously. His doctors are brilliant, don’t get me wrong, but they’ve been umming and ahhing over home oxygen for months, and I understand why, but like....fuck. He needs it. Just give it to him, please.

He’s not going to get better, but I’m shit scared that means he’s going to get worse. People keep asking me if he’s getting better, but the answer is no. He’s not going to. His lungs are permanently damaged from years of smoking and panelbeating and mechanics. 

Just. Fuck. When Mum told me he was coughing up blood, I was fucking terrified. I knew he had pneumonia the second she said it, but this is the third time he’s had pneumonia this year. They had a fucking COVID scare last week and I thought he was going to contract it and die. I thought this was it.

I’m so tired of being scared. I’m so tired of doing this. I’m tired of being the grown up. I want someone else to do it. I want my siblings to help. I need help.

I just needed to scream into the void.