#bob bondurant

[frenchcurious]

Bob Bondurant & John Whitmore - Ford GT 40 roadster - Targa Florio 1965. - source Leonardo Fiorella.

[retromania4ever]

1966 Monaco GP 🏁

Bob Bondurant 🇺🇸

BRM P261

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Dan Gurney, Carroll Shelby, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, 24 Hours of Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by Bernard Cahier

Bob Bondurant, Chris Amon, Jochen Neerpash, Dan Gurney, Carol Shelby, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, 24 Hours of Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by Bernard Cahier

Bob Bondurant, Chris Amon, Jochen Neerpash, Dan Gurney, Carol Shelby, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, 24 Hours of Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by Bernard Cahier

Dan Gurney, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, 24 Hours of Le Mans, Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by Bernard Cahier

Car no 53 Clive Baker/William Bradley, Austin-Healy Sebring Sprite, finished 24th. Car no 5, Dan Gurney/Bob Bondurant, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, finished 4th, 24 Hours of Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by: GP Library/Universal Images Group

Dan Gurney, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, 24 Hours of Le Mans, Le Mans 1964.

Photo by GP Library/Universal Images Group

Carroll Shelby (r) waits on the pit counter with driver Bob Bondurant for Bob's Cobra Daytona Coupe to pit. Bondurant, partnered with Dan Gurney, finished fourth overall and first in GT, 24 Hours of Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by Klemantaski Collection

Dan Gurney, Bob Bondurant, Shelby Cobra Daytona Coupe, 24 Hours of Le Mans 1964. 

Photo by Bernard Cahier

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ERA GT 40 (by Bob Bondurant)  

Legendary American racing driver Bob Bondurant’s name will be forever linked with the Ford GT40, a car he drove at the 24 Hours of Le Mans in 1965, helping the team win the International Championship for GT Manufacturers. Bob  was one of the most successful American racing drivers of his era, he also coached a slew of celebrities in the finer points of race car driving including James Garner, Paul Newman, Clint Eastwood, Tim Allen, Tom Cruise, and Nicolas Cage.

The ERA GT uses a bespoke chassis closely based on the design of the original except it’s made from thicker gauge stainless steel to protect it against rusting. The original was made from a lighter gauge mild steel.

The body is made from fiberglass, just like the Ford GT40s, however it’s a slightly thicker lay up that was developed to stand the test of time, with no warping or spider webbing/stress cracking.

Power is provided by a period-correct The 289 cubic inch Ford V8 mated to a ZF five-speed manual transaxle, and as you would expect suspension is independent all around with disc brakes front and back.

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[angel-inked]

Don't lose sleep over it.

Forrest sleeps on a mattress on the floor, ever wonder how that came to be?

This also got a lot longer than I thought it would lol

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A slow day at the station with fair weather meant sitting out on the front porch, you were sitting in a rocking chair with a towel laid over your lap, peeling potatoes for tonight's supper, stealing glances at Howard, Danny, and Jack. Howard and Danny were passing a jar between themselves, despite having a crate sat at their feet, the pair of old friends were content to share one at a time as if it made it taste better. Jack let out a heavy sigh, resting his hat on his knee as he leaned back against a poll that aided in holding up the roof that covered the porch, brooding over God knows what. A relaxed smile rested on your face, the late afternoon that was slowly turning into an evening was almost perfect, given the absence of one of the brothers.

“I could run them blockades.” Jack said flatly. “You? A blockader? Shit.” Danny scoffed. “Ya know, Forrest don't like hearin’ none of your shit.” Howard said with a smug grin, knowing that no matter how ever many times Jack was told to stop complaining, didn't mean he was going to stop anytime soon. “Forrest ain't got no vision,” Jack griped, and you shook your head. That boy would be rich if he could make a living off of talkin’ about vision this and vision that, you thought. “He still sleeps on the floor, like a goddamn chinaman.” Jack continued as Danny passed the half full jar back to Howard. The eldest glanced at Danny as he took the jar, he sat it on the old oak barrel next to his side of the bench. He leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and smiling at Jack. “I'll bet you don't know the story behind that do you, little brother?” He asked. Jack only stared in response, making Howard snort a laugh, “All started the day somebody broke into the goddamned place…”

“Son of a bitch..” Forrest grumbled quietly, walking up the front steps, glancing back at Howard over his shoulder. The eldest snapped his head up to attention, “You seein’ this shit?” Forrest gestured to the broken window, shards of glass littered almost half of the front part of the wrap around porch. Forrest sighed as he entered through the door, retrieving his revolver from his belt. “You check upstairs.” He said calmly, they've already dealt with their share of less reputable sources, it was the nature of their business and not many in said business had the pleasure of officials who turned a blind eye to them and their doings in broad daylight. Howard nodded and moved past him, marching up the stairs with all the grace of a compact herd of bulls. Forrest sighed heavily, damn it Howard. Thankfully there was only one set of stairs, however he wouldn't put it past some people to fling themselves out of a second story window depending on how desperate they were, he's pulled enough of his own risky getaway stunts to understand this on a personal level, and getting away from Howard was certainly something that could drive someone to such measures. The kitchen and barroom, and more importantly his office appeared untouched as he moved through the rooms. He stood steadfast in the doorway of his office, eyes studying every inch of the room to satisfy himself that there wasn't a single belonging out of place, with as much time as he spent here, of course he would be the one to know. He breathed deeply, a long deep comfortable breath of cigar smoke soaked walls mixing with the leather polish he used on the boots that he kept for nice, not that “nice” counted for much around here. He hung his hat on a crudely fashioned iron hook Howard had put by the door some time ago now, Howard was of course taller, so eye level for him was a bit over Forrest's head but that didn't matter, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. A content sigh left his lips, half a mind to pick up one of his ledgers.

“Forrest!” Howard called, Forrest flinched at the sudden break of his comfortable silence, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, grumbling incoherently to himself as he took a step backwards out of the doorway, supposing being hollered at by his brother was better than hearing a gunshot. His heavy boots thudded as he moved up the stairs, he'd never exactly gone out of his way to find Howard, didn't have to. Just follow the string of curses, they'd always lead right to him. Howard stood aimless in the middle of the bedroom, Jack's bedroom.. or what was left of it. Clothes were scattered across the floor as if thrown, Forrest knew they were folded and put away in the chest of drawers this morning, he'd been the one to put them there. Mattress and bedding turned over carelessly, they fared better than the frame itself, looking like someone had taken both ends of an ax to it. A splintered pile of broads, like someone had been in desperate need of firewood. Forrest wouldn't really blame them had that been the case, he'd been in that position before, knew a lot of others who had also been there before.

Howard glanced around the room, gaze finally settled on Forrest leaning a shoulder against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. The shorter male flicked his hazel eyes toward the leftovers of their younger brother's bed and back to Howard's face, he hadn't been able to tell if the feeling that spider-walked down his spine was a shiver or a tingle. The eldest settled on a mix of both, deadlocked by what was outwardly the stare of the middle brother, but inwardly, a dead ringer for the stare of a mother. Forrest had always looked the most like her. He'd always had her eyes, greenish hazel with flakes of honeyed brown, he attempted to shrug off the haunting memory. “This is it,” he stated, answering the unsaid question, “nothin’ else.” You learned how to answer without being asked if you spent enough time with Forrest, something the youngest had yet to master. Silence fell among the two men, Forrest readjusted his stance slightly, shifting on his feet, eyes moving around the bedroom. Howard idled, taking his time to stow away his weapon, awaiting his brother's command. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rested his weight on one leg, a hip stuck out to the side, eyes following and tracing the paths the eyes of his younger brother carved out. “Hmm” Forrest finally hummed, stepping over the threshold, one hand settling in the pocket of his patterned sweater vest, “Best find something to fix that window,” he started, “bar it at least, until we get a replacement.” Howard nodded, and Forrest continued, “I'll sort this mess out.” His free hand gestured to the room, Howard nodded again, moving past Forrest without a word, off to do as he was told.

Forrest huffed, recalling how he spent their last trip into town doing all he could to hold Howard back from lounging at a pair of, well he still thought of them as boys, they were grown now. Howard ran with them once, if only because they were his age. They snickered at each other, Howard and Jack were whooped house dogs, according to them, and Forrest was an overly bossy prick apparently. “They don't know us.” Forrest had said out of earshot in an attempt to quell a frenzied Howard. He shook his head as if it would rid his mind of the memory, focusing on the task at hand. He flipped the latch on the window open, grabbing the stick that Jack used to prop it open. He sent the first piece of wood sailing out of the window, hurtling toward the ground. He'd stuff it in the barn later, even if it did end up as firewood later. Wood could always be used for something.

Howard spat on the ground, holding the rusty nails with his mouth may not have been the best idea in hindsight, but it got the job done. He yanked on the similarly rusted rebar, with not a single clue nor care where Forrest and Cricket came up with it, to make sure it held, it was a crude fix, but he still grinned when it stayed in place, he had gotten what he was after. The old screen door wailed on its hinges as he made his way to inspect his work from the inside. His pleased grin only widened. His attention snapped to the stairs when he heard a thunk, wood against wood, followed by a soft string of uttered curses. “Forrest?!” He called, no answer, figures. His feet carried him up the stairs before he really had a say in the matter. Whoever had broken the window was well and gone, but his strong instincts to protect kicked in nonetheless. His heavy boots stomped against the wooden floor as he rushed to his baby brother. The doorway was blocked by a piece of furniture, a bed frame, maybe? he couldn't see around or over it. “Forrest?” He said again, more confused this time. “Well, push the damned thing already.” Forrest responded from inside the room, sounding particularly frustrated. Howard propped a shoulder against the dark colored wood, bracing his legs as he put his weight into wedging the heavy object out of the way. It emitted a manner of creaks and groans, complaining with every inch of movement, a number of groans, grunts, and grumbling came from the two men brute forcing the movement upon it. Forrest would give him an earful later, but Howard ceased his pushing momentarily, adjusting his stance and growling at the stubborn simple bed. Resetting his feet and putting all his weight into ramming his shoulder against the frame, and something gave, it was through the door finally.

Forrest fell backwards with a thunk, he gazed up at the piece of furniture that now towered over him from this point of view on his rear. “Bastard…” he murmured, cursing directed at the inanimate object, not Howard. He huffed before going to get to his feet, a pair of arms snaked under his pits and lifted him, remaining in place until he found his balance. Howard rounded his side and came into vision, blue orbs ran over Forrest multiple times in quick succession. Howard could step up if needed, but without a solid source of direction, he would ultimately be entirely lost. Those concerned eyes came to rest on the middle brother's face. Forrest only softened his gaze like this for his brothers, bunching part of Howard's jacket in his fist, a couple light tugs and a pat on the shoulder made Howard smile at him. With the bedframe no longer stuck, Forrest muscled it into place with ease as Howard's features scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Where'd you get this?” He asked, not thinking about how his body seemed to help move the mattress in place automatically. Forrest paused, staring Howard down from the opposite side of the bed, a soft grunt fell from his lips as he turned to put the rest of the bed back together. Howard once again made to help without much thought on anything except what Forrest wouldn't tell him, he cornered the shorter male as he put a pillow in its proper place, studying Forrest's expression. “Aren't I worth answerin’?” Howard said, placing an arm either side of his younger brother's head, leaning on his hands and the wall. Forrest sighed heavily and audibly through his nose, ducking under Howard's arm and making for his own bedroom door. Howard of course, followed, stopping the door from shutting completely with his foot with very little force, albeit said door was slammed in his face regardless after Forrest smacked his side into it. Howard remained in place for a moment, staring at the door and nodding at nothing in particular, eventually sullenly walking to his door at the end of the hall.

“It's been that way since.” Howard finished telling his tale, “you got back from Cricket's, and didn't know the difference.” He added. The orange, pink, and purple gradient of the sunset was accompanied by the approaching rumble of an engine, the brothers shared truck came to a stop and Forrest lumbered out of the driver's seat, and the aforementioned Cricket Pate appeared from the passenger door, the grin plastered to his face got bigger when he spotted Jack. “Jack! You ain't gon’ believe this.” He chirped happily, showing off his newest jar of hooch. Forrest let out a satisfied groan as he twisted his midsection, making his back crack with an audible pop. He thudded up the steps with no hurry in his pace as Cricket chattered on about how he'd perfected his recipe, “I.. uh, had a little help, of course.” He added, glancing up at Forrest, who shook his head and shrugged, not sharing in the boy’s excitement with how many years he's been runnin’ shine now, wasn't worth fussin’ over. Forrest sauntered to your side, stubble pressed into your cheek as he caressed it with a gentle kiss, “Darl’” he drawled softly in greeting. Cricket had gone quiet, as Jack's focus shifted to his big brother taking his relaxed moments toward the front door, one foot got over the threshold before he stopped and turned back to Jack, who figured he knew he was being stared at, “The hell you watchin’ me for?” The middle brother asked, Jack turned away, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “Hmft.” Forrest grunted at the lack of answering, and then he disappeared inside.

[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Tom Hardy Masterlist

Richard Armitage ML

TH Characters as...

- TH Characters as Writers

- TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You

- TH Characters & WoW

- TH Characters & Crochet

Random Thoughts

- Stormy Night with Alfie Solomons & Bob Saginowski

Headcanons:

- Traveling with Alfie

- Baking Hot Cross Buns with Alfie

- Bakery Love Story Headcanons

Just Papa Solomons Things:

- Watching you read

- Modern Boyfriend/Daddy Edition

- Movie night together

- Rainy days

- Summertime

- Visiting Scotland

One-Shots:

- Cards & Conversations

- Sweet Grains

- Breakfast in Margate

- Siúil a Rún

Series:

Winterfall (Tattoo Artist!Alfie x Reader, Modern AU)

Can you get this boulder off me? / No god in me, I fall on my knees / The world will see the war in me / It’s all I feel, give me your lovin’

Winterfall by DPR IAN

1. Ink & Rum Raisins

2. Mokum Part 1

3. Mokum Part 2

Headcanons:

- Stalker!Eames

One-Shots:

- The Things Between the Lines

One-Shots:

- Flowers on Sunday Morning

One-Shots:

- Over Tea & Silent Letters

Headcanons:

- Forrest crushes hard on you during a quarterly meeting

- Drinking moonshine w/ Forrest and becoming tipsy

- Werewolf Bookshop Owner!Forrest

One-Shots:

- Books, Love & Oatmeal

- Fun & Games

Headcanons:

- The Hound of the Moors (Werewolf!Heathcliff Things)

One-Shots:

- Conversations over Coffee

Headcanons:

- Just Some Werewolf!Leo Demidov Things (& A Wee Imagine)

- Werewolf bakery owner!Leo Demidov

- Crafter!Leo

One-Shots:

- The Boxer Outside the Ring

[thedevilshardy]

What they will do to you - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part IV: dirty! + 1 extra for you guys! You wished for them, there you go.

Max Rockatansky

He always seems like a grumpy companion - doesn't talk much, doesn't like to talk much, and you always feel like he doesn't like you at all. That he indeed does, you get to know when you two land in bed.

His apperiance might already premise it - this guy is a wild one in bed! He knows how to fuck good and does it without any further words. The first kiss with him is all teeth and tongue - his lips are heaven, for real, biting and niping at your lower lip like he's about to eat you alive.

He doesn't talk in clothes, but is a real dirty talker once the clothes are gone. He tells you how well you suck his cock, how you've been a very bad girl and how he likes to fuck your pussy so hard until you can't walk the next day. You can't get enough, not of his taste, not of his deep, satisfying voice.

He can hold you down like no one's ever done it before. He glides into you, stuffing you to the fullest, and still manages to make you feel you need to be hugged even tighter, until you can't breathe anymore.

You can feel him coming, and it's like coming home. You two don't need words.

Freddie Jackson

Ohhhh, Freddie Boy. You never know what he is about to do, to plan, how his mood changes during the day. This man is like a ticking bomb, and you never know when he is about to explode. Still, he does things to you.

He has days where he is rough, and where he squeezes his hips between your legs before you can even stop him. The best sex of your life you had was when he got out of jail and fucked the life out of your bones, thrusting so deep and hard as if it would be the last time of his life. You still get off to this thought of his burning hard dick in your pussy that day.

He can be gentle, too. He has some days where he searches your closeness so intense it's almost written in his skin. His hands touch, grope, feel - he lets his teeth sink into your warm skin, breathes in the scent of it, sucks your pussy until you come in his mouth.

He has a kink for legs. He loves it when you wear thin, black tights, when he can let his hands wander over your legs. He gets hard in a minute from that. Just from the sight.

He's loud, ohsofuckingloud and when he comes, you feel it in every pore, and he lets you know for sure until he's fully spend.

Bob Saginowski

This man is such a sweetheart! He's a good guy, and that's exactly what makes him utterly attractive. His seduction is slow, but still going deep.

He's caring. He does want you to feel all safe, all good when you are with him - and he's romantic. He doesn't touch you until you've had three dates at least. And after that - ohhhhh damn.

He has very skilled hands. They find a very sneaky way through the layers of your clothes, they touch you right, and, what is most important - he leaves you shaking for more. He lets you melt into his hands before he fucks you, and claims you just the way you like it.

Although he's achingly hard from your touch, he has the time to bring you to the edge of madness. He's so deep inside you, thrusting into your leaking wetness, holding your thighs high over his shoulders - just to push his dick even deeper inside you, again, again, again! - making you nearly scream when you feel your inner walls pulse.

His rule: his girl comes first. That's why he's got you vibrating and gasping underneath him long before he spills inside you, and he kisses every wave of your orgasm away. He cuddles you after, seeking all the closeness he needs. You two fall asleep together.

Forrest Bondurant

It's not fear that makes you shake in his presence, cause he isn't one of those men. But still he does something with your inners that you can't describe.

He has one thing that he uses to totally thrill you in bed: his toothpick. It looks delicious put up there between those beautiful lips, but it makes you shake inside when he lets the end of it scratch over your skin. The tiny toothpick in his mouth glides over your tits, your stomach, and - you breath out deep before you can feel it with a moan - over the folds of your pussy. He spits it out before his hands grap your thighs and he licks the hell out of you.

He doesn't handle you with care - but never hurts you for real. He has the perfect feeling for the fine lines between pain and pure sensation.

He fucks like he fights: unforgiving. Hard, sharp thrusts between your spread out legs, deep grunts from his chest, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. He adores the marks you leave on his body.

You come twice when he fucks you. First on your back, second when he fucks you hard from behind.

Thank you so much for reading this! 🤍 And thanks for all the love from the posts before. 🥺 Every single one of you made my day. Enjoy your sunday! I'll be up with some small smut pieces soon. Character? Who knows. 😌

[milliondollarbaby87]

Fight Club (1999) Review

When an insomniac officer worker decides his life must change he just happens to meet Tyler Durden a soap maker and together they form an underground fight club that becomes so much more. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ *25th Anniversary Cinema screening at Cineworld* Continue reading Fight Club (1999) Review

[bellebaubles]

Bob Bondurant, Phil Hill, Dan Gurney and Ken Miles. They’re all racing superstars who helped pilot the legendary Shelby Cobra to immense success in the Sixties.

[frenchcurious]

John Witmore - Bob Bondurant -  Ford GT 40 Roadster - Targa Florio 1965. - source Leonardo Fiorella.

[retromania4ever]

1965 Times GP - Riverside 🏁

Bob Bondurant 🇺🇸

Chevrolet powered Lola T70

[cuzikan]

Muscle Car Jr Inc More James Garner racing History. 1969 AMC American Motors signed a three-year contract with Garner and his American International Racers to field a team of Ramblers modified for off-road racing in the 1969 Baja 500

Specially modified versions of the 1969 SC/Rambler with 390-cu.in., 315hp AMC V-8s. AMC shipped ten new SC/Ramblers to Garner's shops, with 410 HP These SC's were doing 140 mph @ 7,000 rpm in fourth gear!

8 of the Ramblers were entered into the passenger-car category. The other two Ramblers had been fitted with four-wheel drive and were entered in the Experimental class. Bob Bondurant and Tony Murphy took first place. Ramblers took 1st, 3rd and 5th. AIR drivers Ed Orr and J.W. Wright were the third-place finishers, Don Simpson & Walker Evans drove the Rambler that came in fifth. Jim couldn't drive because of filming commitment's! I need one of these!

#amc #americanmotors #ramblerscrambler #scrambler #baja500 #offroad #offroading #offroadracing

[cinebration]

Opening Requests!

Hi, everyone! I am opening requests again! Please read the rules carefully before submitting your request(s).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

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