#Rear Brake Drums

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Mopar Madness: Get Your Drum Brakes Screaming with a Complete Set (Shoes & Drums)!

Calling all Mopar enthusiasts! Upgrade your classic's braking performance with our extensive Mopar rear drum brakes selection. Whether you're restoring a muscle car or maintaining a daily driver, we have the perfect fit for your vehicle.

[fjzuli]

CYZ Auto Spare Part Group Limited

Difference Between Rear Brake Pads & Drum Brake Shoes: Which System Is Suitable?

When it comes to vehicle maintenance, understanding the various components of your braking system is crucial. Two common brake systems used in vehicles are rear brake padsand drum brake shoes. While both serve the same purpose of slowing down and stopping your vehicle, they differ in terms of design, function, and suitability for different types of vehicles. In this article, we will explore the key differences between rear brake pads and drum brake shoes to help you determine which system is best suited for your vehicle.

Rear Brake Pads

Rear brake pads are a vital component of disc brake systems. They are located inside a brake caliper and work in conjunction with a disc rotor to create friction and slow down the vehicle. These pads are typically made of a composite material that includes friction modifiers, binders, and metallic fibers, designed to withstand high temperatures and provide optimal braking performance.

Advantages of Rear Brake Pads:

Efficient Heat Dissipation: Rear brake pads are excellent at dissipating heat due to their design and contact with the disc rotor. This allows for consistent braking performance, even during prolonged or heavy braking.

Consistent Performance: Brake pads offer consistent and predictable braking performance, enabling precise control over your vehicle.

Easy Maintenance: Replacing rear brake pads is relatively straightforward and can be done without removing additional brake system components. This makes maintenance and repairs easier and more cost-effective.

Brake Shoes (Drum Brake Shoes)

Drum brake shoes are an integral part of drum brake systems, which were widely used in older vehicles and are still found in some modern vehicles, particularly in the rear wheels. These brake shoesare housed inside a brake drum and are pushed against its inner surface to generate friction, slowing down the vehicle.

Advantages of Brake Shoes:

Simplicity and Durability: Drum brake shoes have a simple design and are less prone to damage from external elements, such as water, dust, and debris. This makes them more durable and suitable for vehicles that operate in challenging conditions.

Parking Brake Function: Drum brake systems often incorporate a parking brake mechanism, which is typically engaged by activating the brake shoes. This can be advantageous in certain situations where additional parking brake functionality is required.

Cost-Effective: Drum brake systems, including brake shoes, are generally less expensive to manufacture and maintain compared to disc brake systems, potentially resulting in lower costs for vehicle owners.

Choosing the Suitable Brake System for Your Vehicle

The choice between rear brake pads and drum brake shoes depends on several factors, including the vehicle type, driving conditions, personal preferences, and regulations. Here are a few considerations:

Vehicle Type: Many modern vehicles are equipped with disc brakes on all four wheels, providing superior braking performance. However, certain vehicles, especially older models or vehicles designed for heavy-duty applications may still feature drum brake systems.

Driving Conditions: If you frequently drive in hilly or mountainous areas or carry heavy loads, disc brakes with rear brake pads may offer better stopping power and heat dissipation. Drum brake shoes may be suitable for lighter vehicles or those operating in less demanding conditions.

Personal Preferences: Some drivers prefer the feel and responsiveness of disc brakes, while others appreciate the simplicity and reliability of drum brake systems. Consider your driving style and preferences when making a decision.

Regulatory Requirements: In certain regions, vehicle safety regulations may mandate the use of a specific brake system. Ensure you are aware of any legal requirements before making a choice.

In summary, rear brake pads and drum brake shoes are two different braking systems with distinct advantages. Rear brake pads excel in heat dissipation, offer consistent performance, and are relatively easy to maintain. On the other hand, drum brake shoes provide simplicity and durability, and often incorporate a parking brake function. The choice between the two depends on factors such as vehicle type, driving conditions, personal preferences, & regulatory requirements. If you're unsure, consult with a trusted mechanic or automotive professional who can guide you in selecting the most suitable brake system for your vehicle's needs. Remember, regular brake maintenance and inspections are essential for safe and reliable vehicle operation.

[nashvillehotchicken]

*covered in blood with a thousand yard stare* had to replace the serpentine belt

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1930 Ford Highboy Coupe

There’s always lots of detail work with any build and this ’30 Ford highboy coupe is no exception. Look closely and you will find Craftworks Fabrication handmade steel motor mounts. The license plate and valve covers were painted by Jeremy Seanor of Luckystrike Designs. He also painted all the accompanying engine and tranny parts. The powdercoat was handled by Pittsburgh Powder Coat while the chrome plating was conducted by Jon Wright’s Custom Chrome Plating.

The chassis is comprised of a Roadster Shop custom frame that was stepped, stretched, and features contoured ’32 Ford-style framerails. It was also then boxed, capped, and has hole punch flared front framehorns. From here the frame is outfitted with a Super Bell 4-inch drop, drilled and plated I-beam axle, low-profile monoleaf spring with Ridetech tubular shocks paired to custom-made drilled billet radius rods from Johnson’s Hot Rod Shop. Steering falls to the Flaming River box and a LimeWorks Hot Rod column topped with a four-spoke Billet Specialties Sprint Car–style leather-wrapped wheel. In back there’s a Currie 9-inch rearend outfitted with 3.70 gears, 31-spline axles, QA1 coilovers, a Pete & Jakes Panhard bar, and a parallel four-link setup. Braking is a combination of disc/drum front to rear. The forward braking dark gray–painted Wilwood Dynalite calipers are neatly hidden behind the Pete & Jakes finned backing plates. While in back the 9-inch is outfitted with 11-inch brakes, this time hidden beneath the SO-CAL Speed Shop finned drums all the while the chassis rides on a full set of 16-inch Dayton wire wheels wrapped with Coker/Excelsior rubber measuring 5.50R16 in front and 7.00R18 in the back.

All hot rods have something fun settled between the ’rails and beneath the hood (well if they have a hood). In the case of our ’30 Ford highboy coupe it sure appears to be a vintage Ford Y-block but after more than a cursory look we begin to see the telltale signs that there’s something more. Indeed, while it may look like a Ford it truly is a 376-inch LSX iron block, with aluminum heads and ARP studs, plus adapter-equipped small-block Ford (Windsor) valve covers all from Don Hardy Race Cars and then assembled by Talik and Marc Mullin. The intake is an Edelbrock LS dual quad with a pair of Thunder AVS EnduraShine carbs dressed in OTB air cleaners. Delivering the gas from the Tanks stainless reservoir is an Earl’s Performance billet fuel pump. More engine accessories include an MSD 6AL box to go along with the MSD billet Ford small-block distributor that functions through a timing cover adapter from Chevrolet Performance all the while using an MSD coil and Lokar vintage plug wires. Powermaster also supplied the alternator and starter, the battery is an XS Power AGM, and a Wegner Motorsports water pump is used as well as a Wegner front accessory drive unit. This 500-plus hp V-8 utilizes custom headers made at Craftworks Fabrication based on Ultimate Headers LS header flanges. The pseudo-Ford small-block is backed up to a TCI StreetFighter 700-R4 with a 2,800-stall speed converter operated by a Lokar shifter. The trans cooler comes by way of Derale Performance and moves the power through a 3-inch-diameter custom-made driveshaft.

[seat-safety-switch]

Last week, I saw a Chevrolet Malibu do an amazing thing. It swerved across four lanes of traffic without signalling, braked way too early on the exit ramp, and generally made an embarrassment of itself at highway speed. I am sure that everyone who had to brake hard to avoid this numbnut thought that they were evil personified, and should not have a drivers' license.

Now, you might think that this is a little mean-spirited. Surely, all human beings are united against the force that is exploitative capitalism, and we can just give each other a little bit of slack if they're too tired or emotionally disturbed to drive with machine-like precision, right? This would be absolutely true if not for the fact that we need someone to let out our hostilities on. Can't do it to our boss, so we might as well do it to someone else in an anonymous metal box. Damn you, anonymous metal box!

Even though it seems like I am driving an impeccably-maintained, top-tier fleet of cars with perfect precision, I also make mistakes. Sometimes I leave my signal on for a little while too long, confusing the good folks around me. Once in awhile, I'll have to brake hard for a pedestrian that I didn't see at night. And every so often, I get the mix slightly wrong on the fuel pressure regulator tek-screwed to my dashboard and end up burping eight-foot-long flames of unburned fuel and nitrous oxide onto the paint of the car behind me. Those people were totally justified in getting upset with me.

The trick is to leave this anger inside the car. A couple years ago, I was followed all the way home by an angry driver. He tailgated me on the straights. It was terrifying: even though I was able to easily leave him behind on the corners, he would soon reappear in my rear-view mirror with flashing red and blue lights. When we finally got to my house, he pulled a gun on me. A gun, can you believe that? All over a little oopsy-daisy slip-up on my part, a tiny mistake that anyone could make if they drove through the plate-glass window of a Chrysler dealership and started threatening the parts department technician for not having any drum-brake rebuild kits on the shelf for a '78 Volare.

[march-hare01]

The XA Ford Falcon GT was released in March 1972 and ceased production in September 1973, and was the first Falcon GT to be available in a two door coupe. The XA was the first Australian built Falcon not to be based on a American design, and was almost completely designed in Australia. The XA Hardtop became the more preferred option to be used in Australian Touring Car Racing due to it's larger rear wheel arches for wider racing tyres. The XA GT Hardtop went on to achieve back to back wins at Bathurst with Allan Moffat and Ian Geoghegan in the 1973 Hardie-Ferodo 1000, and the 1974 Hardie-Ferodo 1000 with John Goss and Kevin Bartlett.Total produced: 1,868 Sedans and 891 Hardtops.Engine: 5766cc Cleveland V8 with overhead valvesCompression Ratio: 11.0:1Fuel System: Ford Autolite '4300' 605cfm 4 barrel downdraught carburettorPower / Torque: 224kW (300bhp} @ 5400rpm, 513Nm (380Ib-ft} @ 3400rpmTransmission: Four-speed manual, three-speed FMX automaticRear Axle: 9in removable carrier type, Limited Slip 'traction lock' Diff, 28 splineSuspension: Independent with coil springs, telescopic shock absorbers and anti-roll bar (front) Live axle with semi-elliptic springs, telescopic shock absorbers and anti-roll bar (rear)Brakes: Disc front 286mm (11.25in) Drum rear 254mm (10in) power assisted.Wheels:14 x 6 Steel - Argent painted Steel '12 Slot'.Tyres: ER70H14 RadialCurb weight estimated: 1585 kg / 3490 lbsPerformance: 0-100km: 7.2 seconds 0-400 metres: 15.4 seconds (manual sedan)Price when new for a 1973 XA Ford Falcon GT 5.8 Litre 351 V8 automatic two door Coupe: $6,648.00.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Porsche 356 B, 1960, by Aimé Leon Dore. Porsche have again collaborated with the New York fashion label to create a one-off restomod, this time based on the hardtop 356 coupé. Finished in midnight blue, the car has had its front and rear bumpers deleted and its drum brakes replaced with discs. The brushed aluminum wheels are fitted with retro white-wall tyres. Trim has been accented in gold

[megalony]

Don't Leave Me

As promised, here is a new Jonah Hauer-King imagine for all you lovelies, I hope you like it. Any feedback or requests are always amazing, enjoy.

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Summary: Jonah is on his way home when a car accident delays him a while. And he finds himself desperate to help the girl in the accident and make sure she's alright.

Enjoy.

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A steady beat drummed out against the steering wheel, matching in time with the tune playing quietly from the radio. As the daylight started to fade and the darkness drew in, he turned down the radio every so often until the tunes were soft and quiet in the background since his mind was so easily distracted.

He didn't always find driving calming and easy and distractions tended to make it worse.

The moon was a dusty, pale yellow with an outer white glow that looked very luminescent and eye-catching. There were a few stars poking through the layer of mist and the sky was a pale navy blue with streaks of purple and tints of red. Jonah loved looking at the evening sky because it looked so capturing and interesting.

He used to hate driving on the motorway, it always panicked him because everyone was driving so fast but now it felt normal. It didn’t feel like he was getting whiplash when he increased speed, it felt rather slow now that he had gotten used to it.

Drifting his eyes around the road, Jonah rubbed at his temple as he noticed his sliproad was coming up to get him back on the normal roads and not on the motorway anymore. He wasn’t too far from home now which was a relief because he couldn’t wait to put his feet up and just have a drink.

He was ready to go home.

His fingers hovered over the indicator at the side of the steering wheel but he didn't get chance to flick it on.

One fleeting, chancing look in his rear-view mirror drew his attention to a car that was flying up behind him, swerving between two lanes. The car was out of control. The driver wasn't breaking. He was going to slam into the back of Jonah's car. They were going to crash.

Jonah did the only thing he could think of. Without looking in his side mirrors or really thinking it through at all, he slammed his brakes on and swerved into the hard shoulder to his left. It was a small, grit covered lane for emergencies and this was definitely an emergency. Jonah would be crushed or run off the road if he didn't swerve into the safe lane on his left and it was all he could do. The front of his car spun towards the left, bumping into the barrier as he came to a sudden, jerking stop.

Every muscle in his body tensed, curse words flew past his lips and everything started to shake as ragged breaths passed his lips.

"No-"

Jonah jumped back in his seat as he watched the car speed past him in the lane he was just in. His eyes widened in terror when he watched the out of control car slam into the car that had been in front of Jonah.

The cherry coloured car propelled forward a few feet before swerving and spinning into the hard shoulder lane. The back end of the cheery car hit the metal barrier so harsh and fast that it smashed through and slanted the car part-way down the hill. It was by sheer luck that the car didn't roll off the hard shoulder and go down the ditch. It was wedged between the metal that was saving that poor driver from going into the water at the bottom of the ditch.

Was that Jonah's fault?

Would he of had time to flash his hazard lights to let that car in front know something was wrong? Should he have tried to warn them somehow? Shouldn't that of been Jonah who was almost falling down into the ditch?

He couldn't see where the out of control car had ended up. It seemed to be a mile ahead on the motorway but Jonah could see half the people were stopping and others were hurriedly shooting up the exit Jonah should have been on by now.

He didn’t know if someone had called the police or an ambulance or if the drivers needed any help. He guessed the people in the cherry car needed help, no one had made a move to get out yet and they needed to move. If the car jolted an inch, it would be in the ditch.

There was no way Jonah could try and drive home now. He had seen the accident. He would need to give a statement to the police, if he drove off now it would make him a bad person, just as bad as the people who weren't stopping to help.

When Jonah unsteadily climbed out of the car, his legs had gone to jelly and he had to lean heavily on the door and take a few seconds to catch his breath and calm down. He had never been in a car accident before. He was a good driver- not that he had done anything wrong tonight that had caused this crash, not really. He had never witnessed a crash like this before. What could he do to help?

He locked the car, stuffed the keys into his pocket along with his phone and jogged on numb legs down towards the cherry coloured Fiesta.

People further ahead on the road were starting to stop and check on the driver who had caused this mess but no one was coming Jonah's way.

Jonah rounded to the driver’s side. It took him a few moments to jiggle the door handle so the door finally opened, almost swinging off the hinges when it swung open with a creak that made him shiver. He bent the door as far open as it would manage and weaved behind it so he could lean over and see if the person needed any assistance.

Whoever was in here, Jonah wanted to tell them to get out. He didn't like how close the car was to the edge of the ditch. One wrong move and the car would be gone.

Turning her head slowly to the right, (Y/n) let out a shuddering breath at the stranger who managed to open the door. Her mind was coming back under her control now. As soon as something hit her car and it started to swerve, her mind blacked out and she couldn't see a thing. A sob burned against the back of her throat that felt like sandpaper and pain bolted through almost every nerve in her body.

Her eyes tried to focus on the mop of raven black curls that swished in front of her eyes as the stranger who had seemingly come to her rescue bent down on his knees. He had one hand holding onto her car door and the other was clamped around the roof of the car like he was trying to hold himself up.

He had a calming, somewhat sugary sweet smile and for a second or two, it distracted (Y/n) from why she was panicking.

"Hi there, love. I’m Jonah, can you tell me your name?" Jonah paced his words to let (Y/n) have a moment to process them and hear how calm and collected he was trying to be.

"(Y/n)… out, p-please get me out!" Her throat burned, her words came out croaked and weak but with an air of urgency that stunned Jonah.

(Y/n) didn’t know which area of pain to focus on or where exactly the pain was coming from because it was circulating everywhere. But she knew that she didn’t want to be in the car anymore. She could feel the smoke drifting around the car, seeping into her lungs and making it harder to breathe. She could feel that the right side of the car next to her legs was dented and the bonnet had been crushed and the metal was pushing towards her. She felt like she was becoming boxed into her car and she wanted out.

The seatbelt was cutting rather harshly into her exposed neck and chest near her collar bone and it was grating like a sharp knife slowly tearing through her skin. She wanted to be out of the car to feel a bit more at ease and safer. Sitting in a car wasn’t the best if it was stationary and still on the motorway which was dangerous as it was without her being in a car which was now a hazard.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart. I don’t know what injuries you have, it’s best to wait for the paramedics, I think I saw someone calling them up ahead."

Jonah could see she was obviously distressed and didn’t want to stay where she was but now he had glanced at her injuries, all thoughts of telling her to get out vanished from his mind. He didn't want to be the one to move her. She could have damaged her spine or her neck or even her head and skull, moving her could disrupt any injuries and cause permanent damage. He didn't want to be the cause of any paralysis and he wasn't trained to get her out of a car with those sorts of injuries.

Basic medical first aid was the only thing Jonah could offer, along with a calming presence and a promise he wouldn't leave her in here alone until proper help arrived.

"Please,"

Her sob burned into Jonah's ears and he cringed, rolling his lips together at how desperate she sounded. He couldn't risk hurting her or making her injuries worse unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Not yet, let's wait for an ambulance to get you out safely, hm? But I won't leave you here alone, that's a promise."

"Okay," If he wasn't going to get her out, him staying beside her was at least a relief and his smile was as calming as it was charming.

"Let’s get that belt off you." Pushing himself up so he was leaning over her instead of on his knees at her side, Jonah tried his best not to touch her in case he hurt her. He didn't know if she had any internal injuries. All he could see were the external ones such as the cuts to her face from the inside of the windscreen shattering.

He rolled his lips into a thin smile and reached over (Y/n), trying to hold up his own weight. The belt came undone surprisingly easy and Jonah carefully pulled it back but it made him queasy to see the belt peel off her skin like a layer of skin ripping away. It revealed a slanted cut along her collar bone like it had burned into her skin, but thankfully it didn't look too deep.

Pulling back a little, Jonah started looking over (Y/n) to see what other injuries she had and how bad they were. He saw small cuts on her cheeks, one on her neck, her hands looked a bit scraped but when he looked closer he saw her right wrist looked damaged.

"I think you’ve broken your wrist, try not to move it for me." The complicated joint seemed to jut out on the left and it was beginning to swell too.

Pushing the almost deflated airbag out of the way, Jonah looked over (Y/n)’s other arm which seemed to have no damage. He locked eyes with her for a brief moment and he smiled to show her she was okay and he wasn’t going anywhere. He didn’t see any blood on her shirt which was a good sign but with the airbag now moved out of the way, he noticed a new problem.

There was a thin chunk of metal puncturing into her thigh, causing blood to pool around her navy blue leggings.

"Can I?" He questioned, referring to her leg. He didn’t really want to leave her bleeding out when he didn’t know how long the paramedics were going to take to arrive and the least he could do was take a look and see if he could help in any way.

"Hm,"

There was a tear in the material so Jonah slowly pulled at the thin cotton and ripped it further so he could see the damage. He held his breath in his lungs to calm himself down; the metal looked like it was rather deep into her leg and Jonah knew better than to even attempt to pull it out. If he moved the metal an inch he could worsen the bleeding or rip a muscle and if he took it out all the way, the blood flow would be a lot worse. The blood was seeping from the deep cut like a tap that was continuously spluttering the liquid everywhere. It was soaking into her leggings and creating a mass dampness around the wounded area.

"Okay… sweetheart, I need to stop the bleeding. Can you talk to me? Tell me what you were up to today or something about you while I fix this."

Jonah needed to stop the bleeding and the best way he could think to do that was to remove his belt and tie it around her leg above the wound. That way the blood would be restricted to her leg because even though the metal was stopping the blood loss from becoming worse it was still pouring out. He knew (Y/n) might become lightheaded and it would hurt so he thought talking might distract her and it would show him she wasn’t suddenly going to faint or fall unconscious.

"What's wrong with my-" (Y/n) cut herself off with a choked moan mixed with a cry when she saw the metal poking out of her thigh a little higher up from her knee. She pressed her head back into the headrest, feeling the urge to scream or try and move because she didn’t even realise that had happened. She didn’t feel the metal puncture through her leg, she simply thought it had gotten bashed and bruised like everywhere else on her body.

"Ssh, hey it’s alright. I’m gonna stop the bleeding and then the paramedics will sort this out for you, don’t worry. Come on, tell me about yourself or your day." Jonah’s voice was oddly soothing to (Y/n), he had one of those deep yet rhythmic voices that you could listen to about anything. It was a voice that you would constantly listen to without registering what was being said.

"I don't, um… I like t-to sing." (Y/n) licked her dry lips, trying to speak clearly though her throat and lips were both dry and felt tight.

It was the first thing that came to mind.

Something soft flooded Jonah's eyes while he stood up and snapped his belt free from the loops of his jeans. He prayed his jeans would stay where they were and wouldn't fall down now they were a bit loose on him without the belt.

He crouched back down beside (Y/n) whilst hoping some form of help would arrive soon to help them.

"I bet you have a beautiful voice. I quite like to sing too," Jonah pushed his knees into the bottom of the car while he carefully lifted up (Y/n)'s thigh, just an inch, so he could thread the end of his belt under her leg. He did his best not to disturb the metal. He made sure the belt was close to the wound but not touching it in any way.

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open and she looked down to see what Jonah was doing. It took her mind a few seconds longer than usual to process what he was doing and understand he was going to cut off her circulation to her leg.

When Jonah lifted his head to look at her, he winked in a way that sent (Y/n)'s stomach flooding with butterflies and his smile made her want to squirm and blush. She noticed his smile morph a little when he bit down on his lower lip and threaded the belt through the buckle. Then he yanked it as tight as he could manage. When the belt indented down into (Y/n)'s skin, he heard her ungodly scream as if the belt was around her chest, not her leg.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He hushed quietly. "It won’t hurt for long, sweetheart." Jonah pressed the pin into the belt to create a new pinhole to make sure the belt didn’t loosen any more than that before he let go. Her leg would turn numb soon enough and it would stop both the pain from the tightness and the pain from the wound.

Jonah ran his fingertips over (Y/n)’s legs to make sure she had no other cuts or injuries, stopping when she choked on a cry as soon as his hands found her left ankle. He pulled up the end of her leggings and moved her sock out of the way before trying to be gentle when grazing his fingers over the swelling skin. Relief bolted through him when he saw that the bone wasn't poking out and it didn't exactly feel broken, it felt in tact. She might have just sprained it.

"It’s not broken, probably sprained… hey, you gotta stay with me, sweetheart. Come on, open your eyes."

Reaching his hand up, Jonah gently brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, trying to get her to talk to him when her eyes closed. He didn’t want her passing out on him in case it was a sign that she was still having bloodloss or that there was something else wrong.

She managed to open her eyes and move her left hand, barely remembering that Jonah said not to move her right wrist which was broken.

"It hurts." (Y/n) didn’t exactly know what she was referring to, whether it was her broken wrist, her bleeding leg, her damaged ankle or her head that was pounding, but she felt the need to express how everything hurt. Jonah didn’t seem to care what she was referring to, he understood what she was going through. He moved his right hand and gently took her left hand in his own, interlocking their fingers.

"I know it does, but it won’t be for long. Squeeze my hand, help will be here soon."

Jonah couldn’t give her anything for the pain and he couldn’t take it away, all he could do was be moral support and to try and help her in any way that he could. He darted his eyes down to her leg which was fading in colour meaning that the blood wasn't getting past the belt so that was a good thing at least.

He felt slight relief when (Y/n) held his hand tightly to show she wasn’t asleep just yet. She didn’t know what she would have done if Jonah hadn’t turned up, she wouldn’t have known her leg was bleeding or how to stop it, she would have tried to get herself out if she had the energy. Her panic died down immensely when he turned up because he seemed to know what he was doing. It wasn’t as scary with someone else here with her.

"P-please don’t leave me."

"Now why would I leave you?" Jonah could hear the worry in her voice as if she thought he was just going to vanish and head home. He wouldn't do that even if he wanted to because it wasn’t fair. He had come over to help and he wasn’t finished helping yet because he couldn’t leave her alone and afraid.

Jonah rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand as (Y/n) continued to squeeze his hand every now and then to show she was still awake. She pushed her chest out to let her spine click into place before settling back against the seat that felt incredibly uncomfy right now.

Something akin to fondness bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest and pooled in her eyes when she looked over at Jonah. He wasn't looking at her but he was squeezing her hand incredibly tight. He was swaying on his heels, shifting his weight back and forth and his left hand had moved to rub his chin and brush across his lips while he watched for any signs of an ambulance or even the police.

She could see how focused he was on watching for help and how intent he was on staying right by her side. It felt like they had known each other for years, not minutes and his presence was calming and soothing.

The car moved.

A burning scream left (Y/n)'s lips and her body tensed up and pushed back into the seat when she felt the car jolt backwards. The horrid sound of metal scraping on metal sent her body shivering and burned her ears.

She was going to fall. The car was going to do down the ditch and crash. She was going to die here.

Jonah's weight unbalanced and he fell backwards on his bum, one hand scraping against the gravel to steady himself while his other hand clenched as tight as possible around (Y/n)'s hand. As if he was Superman with the power to pull her back and stop the car from falling any further.

"No, no no!"

"Oh God!"

Jonah scrambled to get up and his free hand instinctively pressed out on the roof of the car until it stopped moving and once again got wedged between the broken metal barrier. As soon as it stopped, Jonah breathed shakily in relief and moved round again. He let go of the car, he didn't want to touch or lean on it in any way in case any little touch made it move more towards the ditch again.

He leaned his head down into the car and his hand let go of (Y/n)'s hand so his hands could hold her neck. His fingers curled around the back of her neck, his thumbs brushed over her jaw and he tilted her head up so she was looking at him. He could see the panic in her watering eyes and hear it in each shuddering, shallow breath she took. Panicking wasn't going to do them any favours.

Reaching up, (Y/n) clamped down hands down around Jonah's wrists, even her broken wrist that was now pulsing and throbbing from the movement. She was shaking so badly she was causing Jonah's arms to tremble but neither of them cared.

"Jonah p-please get me out!" (Y/n)'s fingers dug bruisingly into his wrists but it was her eyes that made his stomach flip and sent his knees buckling.

"I could hurt you-"

"Please,"

His eyes slammed closed and his body jolted on the spot when (Y/n) slammed her foot down against the footwell as she let out a sharp cry. She wanted out, she wanted to feel and be safe on the roadside. She didn't want to be in a car that was about to be in the ditch.

She was moving all of her body except for the leg Jonah had tied his belt to, surely that had to mean she didn't have any nerve damage or paralysis? Wouldn't it be safer for him to get her out and move her now than to risk waiting for paramedics to do the exact same thing he could just do right now?

"Alright, alright sweetheart let's get you out of here."

Reaching down, Jonah let go of her neck and trailed his hands down to hold her arms and loop them around the back of his neck. He could see the metal that was punctured into her thigh wasn't still connected to the car so he could move her without ripping it from her skin.

He gently held her lower legs and turned them until her body was shifted so she was facing him and her legs were now hanging over the side of the seat out of the car.

Jonah bent his knees and circled his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, trying to hold her firmly but also be gentle because he didn't want to cause her further pain. He could feel her nails scratching into his shoulders as he carefully started to lift her up from the car. When (Y/n) reached her hand out to hold the door so she could keep her weight on her good leg, Jonah grabbed her hand and looped her arm back around his neck instead.

"Don't lean on the car in case it moves. Lean on me, I've got you."

He could feel the car start to slide again the moment (Y/n)'s weight was lifted from the seat. Jonah moved as quick as he could without hurting her and shuffled backwards with (Y/n) in his arms until they were a safe distance from the car that was four feet away from going down the ditch.

"Are you okay?"

His nose brushed against her hair and her breath tickled his skin when she took rapid breaths but managed to nod against his neck.

"Thank you,"

(Y/n) was sure she heard him whisper 'You're alright' into her hair before he carefully turned to help her sit down. His hands moved under her arms and he lowered her down until she was sat on the gravel with her legs stretched out in front of her as straight as rulers.

Her head felt like it was about to explode and for a brief moment, everything started to spin and her mind went dizzy. She thought she was about to flop down against the floor until a strangely familiar pair of hands grabbed her upper arms. Jonah reeled her into his side and let her weight fall onto his chest as (Y/n) suddenly realised he had sat down on the ground next to her.

His hand rubbed up and down her arm and in her slightly delirious state, (Y/n) was sure he kissed the top of her head, although she couldn't be sure.

"Cavalry’s here, love." As soon as the words passed through his lips, (Y/n) could faintly hear the blaring sirens that sounded very distant but she didn’t know if they were actually far away or if it was her ears distorting the sounds around her.

Two ambulances and a road traffic car pulled up and Jonah suspected they were going to block off this whole side of the motorway for a few hours.

Two paramedics hurried over with a stretcher to where Jonah was sat down beside (Y/n). He could see she was close to falling asleep now but it was alright if she did because the paramedics were here, they would know what to do.

"Jonah…" (Y/n) managed to open her eyes but soon closed them when all she could see was a rotating picture that was blurring too much to make anything out. A flurry of panic bubbled up in her chest when she felt strange hands on her arms pulling her forward to try and check her over and her head shook when she felt her eyelid being held open and a light cross in front of her pupil.

She didn't want Jonah to leave, as selfish as that made her. She barely knew him but she wanted to keep holding his hand and lean on his shoulder and hear his melodic voice telling her she was going to be alright.

"Jonah-"

"I’m still here sweetheart." He responded, feeling his heart pang at how she was beginning to panic again.

He shook his head when one of the paramedics asked if he was injured and his arms folded over his chest as he bit his lip, watching them assess her and talk about the best way to move her. They couldn’t afford to move the metal in her leg but it was easier now she was out the car. They didn’t have to cut her free which was the most important thing.

Jonah felt all the sirens and car horns and voices drift away and blur into silence as he watched the paramedics very slowly ease (Y/n) onto the stretcher. Both making sure her right leg was moved as little as possible as they laid her down. All three of them winced when (Y/n) suddenly made a choking sound. Her chest moving like it was convulsing and she moved her left hand to press to her lower chest before blood started to coat her lips.

One of the medics moved the stretcher so (Y/n) was sitting up instead of lying down so she didn’t choke. Her eyes closed tight and her face contorted into a look of either pain or disgust, Jonah couldn't be sure, and she tossed her head forward to spit the blood from her lips.

"Can I go with her?"

Jonah didn’t even think before the words were rushed from his lips and he felt relieved when one of them nodded. He didn’t even know her and yet he found himself wondering what her fate would be. If she would need surgery and what for, if she would be okay, who needed to be contacted. If her parents needed to be told, if she even had parents or maybe siblings or even a partner he had to contact. All the questions he could possibly have about her and her life rushed through his head as he jogged to keep up with them.

He stopped for a second to tell an officer which car was his because he would undoubtedly get clamped or have a ticket for leaving his car there if he didn't tell someone first that he was involved in this mess. He was too shaken to drive and he needed to make sure (Y/n) would be okay.

When they were in the ambulance, one of the paramedics held a white plastic bowl in front of (Y/n) so she could cough up the blood which tainted the crystal white colour of the tub into a rather dark crimson. Jonah wasn’t very well advanced with medical knowledge but he guessed by the way she was spitting blood like she was throwing up that it was something to do with her stomach. She was breathing well so it wasn’t her lungs at least.

"I’m still here," He mumbled quietly as he reached to take her hand, watching how her features seemed to relax at his voice. Her hand pulled his closer to her chest as she continued to throw up the sticky substance coating her throat and lips.

Jonah brushed her slightly knotted hair behind her ear, keeping it from her face as he felt the ambulance begin to move.

"I won’t leave you."

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Driving Lesson

Just a quick something I had in mind about Donnie teaching one of his brothers how to drive. Have some Leo and Donnie bonding moment, GO 👏

(and yes it's gonna be the van from the 2014 movie, not the garbage truck. BABY STEPS!)

In the dead of the night, under a bridge, a lone van was stopped. Its glasses were tinted, yet the faint glow of green fairy lights inside was giving out the shape of two souls sitting inside the vehicle.

Leo was trying to make himself comfortable in the driver's seat, frowning as his hold fiddled lightly against the steering wheel. He looked at the rear view mirror, adjusting it slightly. Damn, why did he feel so cramped in here?

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" he voiced out, looking over to the passenger seat - where Donnie was now sitting.

"What? Teaching you how to drive? Of course it is," answered the bespectacled terrapin with a quick shrug. "If there's a time during a mission that renders me unable to drive, I need you guys to know how to do so. It's only logical."

"I dunno, man," muttered Leo, looking back at the meters and levers and whatsnot. "Looks like a bunch of nonsense right now."

Donnie smirked.

"Raph's doing it pretty well."

Leonardo paused, his lips forming a thin line.

"bitch," he mumbled under his breath, then shifting the van's stick into its driving position.

There's no way Raph was going to beat him at this. He wouldn't want to hear that damn brute boast for any reason... The leader's first instinct was to push hard onto the right pedal, the vehicle roaring into life and accelerating to an alarming pace. Both terrapins yelped as the van was moving fast between the underbridge's columns, soon heading towards one. Donnie was able to overcome his initial fear to shout: "HIT THE BRAKES!"

"HUH?!"

"THE LEFT PEDAL, IDIOT!!!"

Leo's foot finally moved to the next pedal, slamming it just in time before hitting the concrete column in his path. The sudden stop brought the two turtles to hit the van's dashboard, Donnie lowkey scared it would bring the airbags out - yet relieved when they did not. A second passed as they took their bearing, the purple banded mutant then glaring at the driver:

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Trying to drive!" answred Leo, similarly annoyed.

"We're not racing, don't speed up like that!"

The leader glared at his brother.

"How should I know, I've never driven something before!"

"For fuck's sake, and you thought that was the best idea at first?!"

Both sulked for a short moment, Donnie leaning into his seat as he pinched his nose bridge under his glasses, Leo lightly drumming his thumbs against the wheel, thinking.

The younger brother sighed, his free hand vaguely gesturing in the air as he said: "What, is it because I mentionned Raph and how he's already good at this?"

He slightly opened an eye, looking at Leo who was trying not to show he was somehow defeated.

"...No."

"Uh-huh," noticed Donnie, unconvinced.

"Whatever," dismissed Leo. "I'm sorry. ... I- I was just eager to start."

"Uhhhh-huh," reiterated the other.

Donnie moved, then shifting the stick into its reverse position.

"It's okay...," he started, trying to sound comforting. "Mistakes happen, .... although we don't want them to happen too often when it comes to driving."

Leo half-smiled at that.

"Let's start by backing up, then we'll start from the top. Alright? Nobody's perfect on the first try." added the purple one.

The leader nodded, readjusting his seated position again, now slightly more confident. He paused. Looked back at Donnie.

"... How do I back up?"

Oh it was going to be a long night...

[airbus-a350]

i had the world's scariest motoring-related realisation when i saw a car which was the same as mine and went yayy <3 wait they painted the rear brakes red how dumb... wait those are drums not calipers right... wait... that's not paint...

[fjzuli]

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[diabolus1exmachina]

Alfa Romeo 1900 SS Ghia ( 1 of 10). 

The Alfa Romeo 1900 was Alfa Romeo's first production model after the Second World War. Smaller and more compact than the pre-war 6C 2500, it featured a 1,975 cc DOHC in-line four-cylinder engine with Weber carburettors, five-speed manual gearbox, independent front suspension with double A-arms, coil springs and hydraulic dampers, live axle rear suspension with trailing links, and four-wheel drum brakes. It was introduced as a saloon in 1950, and a year later the sportier 1900C Sprint Coupé was introduced with a shorter wheelbase. Alfa Romeo continued to squeeze more power out of the two-litre engine, with the Super Sprint version eventually producing 115 bhp. Ghia designed around 10 different body styles on the 1900C chassis.

Our Alfa Romeo 1900C "Super Sprint" is a very rare and unusual "concept car", built during the golden era of Carrozerria Ghia. Only 10 of these stunning examples were built, each one different from the last. By modifying the headlights, bumpers, rear lights and interior, Ghia managed to make each car unique. The particularly futuristic design was the work of Giovanni Savonuzzi, who was respected for his work at Cisitalia, where he was a designer, but soon proved his worth at Ghia and became chief designer. This example is undoubtedly one of the rarest 1900s built. For chassis number 01838, Savonuzzi designed the so-called "floating headlights", which seem to float in the air intake opening. On the other hand, the panoramic windscreen and the modest tail fins give it a slightly American touch. The engine is a cast-iron 1308 block of 1975 cc and 115 bhp, with an aluminium cylinder head, twin overhead camshafts and twin Webers. The underlying chassis and drivetrain is a much sought-after 1900SS from Alfa Romeo, the steering wheel and extremely smooth 5-speed gearbox are courtesy of Nardi, and the wheels are the original Borrani 400MMs that were sometimes used by early competition Ferrari’s.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1956 Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

Bullet on Wheels: The 1956 Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

Easily one of the wildest General Motors dream cars of the Motorama era, the Olds Golden Rocket was the epitome of Jet Age design. Let’s take a closer look. 

Throughout the 1950s, Harley Earl and his forward-looking crew at the GM styling studios frequently turned to aircraft and space travel for their inspiration. There might be no better example of the automaker’s guided-missile design theme than the far-out Golden Rocket, Oldsmobile’s Motorama dream car for 1956. “The Supersonic Age comes to automobile styling!” the company proclaimed.

1956 Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

Constructed in fiberglass on a shortened Oldsmobile passenger car perimeter frame with a 105-inch wheelbase, the Golden Rocket was essentially a bullet on wheels in side view (above.) But under the skin, the show car was fairly conventional with a 324 CID, 275-horsepower Olds Rocket V8 up front, Hydra-Matic automatic transmission, and leaf-spring rear suspension. The custom wheels employed integral brake drums, and a pair of fuel tanks were housed in the rear fenders. Note the “dotted-line” segmented whitewalls, a novel feature that never went any further.

1956 Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

At a little more than 200 inches long but less than 50 inches tall, the Rocket sported an impressively low silhouette, which required some ingenuity in the packaging of the two-seat cabin. For easier entry and egress, a roof panel popped up when the door was opened on either side, while the steering wheel rim swung upward and the bucket seats rose three inches and pivoted on their mountings. Upholstery was blue and gold leather, while the speedometer was housed in the steering wheel hub. The lap belts and driver pedals display a strong aircraft influence.

While the Rocket seems to be one of the more obscure GM dream cars in current times, it did include some ideas that turned up later on the General’s production models. The stubby rocket-type tailfins would adorn some memorable Cadillacs of the early ’60s, while the split-window teardrop rear window is extremely familiar. It was next tried on a dead-ended 1958 Corvette styling proposal, then famously appeared on the 1963 Corvette Sting Ray coupe. As with a number of GM Motorama dream cars, the fate of the Golden Rocket was not officially documented, reportedly, but it hasn’t been seen or heard from in years and is presumed destroyed.

1956 Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

[seat-safety-switch]

I don't like having to take my cars to an actual mechanic to fix them. Not only is there a lot of explanation of just what it is that I've done to the cars, but most mechanics of any quality are worryingly "into" what I'm up to. Even the hardened, burned-out veterans will take a look at one of my shit-box cars and feel reinvigorated. After years of fixing failed timing chain tensioners, badly-installed brakes, and "my cousin helped me fix it," here is truly something new and horrifying, and perhaps unknowable. A challenge.

Now, this isn't bragging. Most of my cars are in fact intellectually engaging because they are massive piles of shit that are held together in an uneasy equilibrium. Young mechanics are horrified that anyone would replace a no-longer-available steel radiator support with a bunch of poorly-welded-together rebar stolen out of a Chinatown parking lot under the cover of darkness. Old mechanics understand how hard it is to break up a parking block using a sledgehammer without alerting the private security guard.

You are probably asking what kind of problem would compel me to take my car to a mechanic. After all, if the car only bears a vague resemblance to what the original Plymouth engineers designed, then surely I can fix anything that goes wrong on it by now? Yes and no: it is more than a little bit shameful to me to admit that I cannot actually change drum brakes. In theory, it's possible, but in theory, I am also capable of becoming president. It's not gonna happen in our lifetimes.

So, I spend a few bucks tormenting people who have spent their entire lifetimes delving into rolling multi-ton puzzle boxes, and in exchange, my rear brakes continue to function. That's a great trade. The biggest downside, if there is one, is the resulting parade in my honour when the seasoned mechanics discover something horrible I've done that rekindles their enthusiasm for the entire job. I'm not going to say that "an air-conditioning system running off of an entire separate Chevy V8 in the trunk" isn't worth a parade, but maybe I've just gotten used to it by now.

[losech]

I did a full brake replacement on the truck.

Spent 5 hours fucking with one drum yesterday, the parking brakes were seized and the shoes were gripping the drum so I had to pry it off. The cylinder on that side was leaking so I got a new one, which I had to take back because the guy gave me the wrong one (he was so embarrassed), then discover I had the wrong hardware kit (which was the one the shoe manufacturer reccomended so wtf). The shoes on that side were very thin.

Today I finished that first drum and did the other three wheels. The first one was the only one that was truly bad, other than some rust on the rotors the others were not in bad shape. Last year a mechanic had worked on the rear brakes and it makes me wonder if he only serviced one side, the stuff I took out of the "good" side looked almost new.

I tried bleeding the brakes because I did have to replace a cylinder, but the other screws I had the shop put in a couple weeks ago so I could bleed the brakes if I needed are too tight and one was starting to strip. So much for that.

Anyways, the pedal is really soft still, so it's either out of adjustment, a bunch of air got in the lines during that split second I had the cylinder off, or that new cylinder is a dud.

[blemgoid]

Doing 86 in my Dodge Dart GTS when a small rat/mouse scurries out into the road. I panic and slam on the brakes, the disc-drum setup sending the rear axle into a violent fit. The car feels like it's shaking itself apart as I'm pelted in the face by screws and bits of metal shooting out of the instrument panel. I try to maintain my grip on the steering wheel, which jerks violently to the left (buddy got me a good deal, installed his homemade power steering kit for $40) and sends me skidding broadside in my original direction of travel until my trailer (hauling my antique steam-powered calliope) whips around and sends my car backwards into a turn and through the guard rail. I come to a stop upside down in a ditch, my only injuries a few bruises and a gash on my forehead. I climb out of the wreck and survey the damage; the car is totaled, but the calliope is completely unharmed. I give it a few pumps and improvise the most beautiful song anyone could ever conceive of. Finally satisfied, I walk into the woods and am never seen again.