#class: [f100]

[1990danieljohnston]

there's nothing more destructive than a bored rich person

[fanaticmorelikefantastic]

"No you don't understandd Yakumo is my man fr!!!" I scream while they drag me into the asylum.

But on a serious note Yakumo's entire character scratches an itch in my brain I didn't even know I had.

And he's hot imo but I digress-

I feel like he's a very unique take on the trope of 'starving artist'.

When we're first introduced to him, he's passed out on the floor buck naked scratching his balls and cradling a bottle of alcohol. Unsurprisingly, this instills the idea of him being trashy aand, due to the cultural connotation of balls=funny (which I have a number of opinions about but again I digress) the reader begins to assume that he'll be a rowdy comedy relief type character.

This assumption is blown out of the water at least to an extent by the reveal of his painting during class introductions. The piece portrayed was melancholy and soulful, not to mention the incredible amount of skill present. Even though the manga is in black and white, we can still tell that the colors are rich. This kind of piece is in direct contradiction with his presented personality which is loud, straightforward, and friendly. This lets the reader know that there's more to this character than there may seem.

This is only compounded when he gives Yatora a mini history lesson during the Tokyo project mini arc. The juxtaposition of his smoking the money out of his wallet till he needs to fish to eat and deep knowledge of Japanese theatre history (which, is something that might usually be associated with more wealthy persons) add to the mystery of him. Now, he has evolved from a strange and rowdy broke guy to someone who has the ability to understand and appreciate the finer things in life, despite staying in his comfort zone of poverty, be it on purpose or by accident.

I'd also like to touch on the philosophy behind his work; to make the strongest art. It sounds like something straight out of a typical shounen piece, some broke boy striving to be the strongest. This perception is compounded when we see him associate larger paintings with stronger paintings. It seems childish at first. Just because a painting is large doesn't mean it's strong. Paintings can't even be strong in the first place. This view, however, discounts one important thing, the strength of the artist making the work. Speaking from experience, it's hard as hell to make large works, I've never even made an f100, let alone the gargantuan sizes of paintings that Yakumo churns out for every project or assignment. It takes an obscene level of endurance, focus, and drive to complete a piece of that size, and for him to do that every time without fail takes strength. I saw somewhere online that art isn't the piece, but what happens inside the artist while it's made. If the artist requires immense strength to make the piece, then the subsequent work is strong.

This takes us to the central question of Yakumo's person. What is strength? What does it mean to be strong? As with most things in this series, it's complicated.

Yakumo represents strength. Be it physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual strength, there are times in the story where he exhibits all aspects of it. When learning of his backstory and how he discovered art, we see that Yakumo was victimized throughout his formative years. Whether it was his so called parents, or the woman he lived with, it seemed like he was constantly subjugated to abuse. I don't know if it was middle or high school when he moved in with the mystery woman (my brain wants to think that it was middle school, but I'm not sure). Either way, he was a child who was living with an adult. We don't get it directly told to us, but it is STRONGLY implied that this lady raped and/or physically hit him multiple times throughout his stay there. He described it as hurting each other, but clearly the child being violated by a full grown adult would be hurt more than the woman victimizkng a child. Despite the hurt this caused him, when recounting his experience, Yakumo focuses more on the few good things that happened, see, his discovery of art. He doesn't act like it was all sunshine and rainbows, but he doesn't emphasize how hard things were for him. To me, the story of his past shows the extent of his mental strength. He not only persevered through his hardships, but he used it as a catalyst for his future. It takes a great amount of strength to do that.

He leaves that house, we know, and enrolls in a cram school. He works in construction at night and studies art during the day. He goes without food and spends hours learning new techniques. It takes physical strength to do that. To endure harsh conditions for that long and not crumble under the pressure requires an incredible level of endurance and, for lack of a better word (or the presence of an opportunity to use the right word) strength. Assuming that he's still working in construction (albeit with less hours assuming he's selling his works too) and going to college and chugging out competition pieces of massive size, he undoubtedly has physical strength.

On the topic of emotional strength, I cite the entire story of Sarada and her death. I spoke on the situation in my first bp post as well as the one about Yotasuke so the story of the thing is already established, but I'd like to elaborate on Yakumo's grieving process. He still used her brush. He still saved her empty canvas. He saved small reminders of her everywhere. It certainly gives an air of guilt, though nothing completely concrete. Something to consider is that he's going to school right after her death. From my knowledge of the timeline, the start of his first year in university is almost immediately after Sarada's death. To be able to not only attend university, but begin to make new friends and carry on despite still being in the throws of grief requires emotional (and mental to an extent, but I already talked about that) strength. This also adds a new context to his introductory scene. Maybe the reason he was drinking till he blacked out on his friend's floor was because his other friend died almost a month prior.

I think that spirit is somewhere in between mental and emotional. As such, I feel the culmination of strength in attitude and behavior results in strength of spirit, as well as vice versa.

[agent-scotch]

🏎️ - Huck

Send “🏎️” for my muse to assign you a vehicle/car based on your muse.

@thespieswholovedme

1967 Ford F100 Ranger

"Oh the Classic Ford Ranger, an American icon. While other cars are a symbol of speed, technology and wealth - the Ford Ranger is all about reliability and trust. What the ranger lacks in speed, it makes up in sheer strength with a horsepower of 160 and V8 engine. The spacious truck bed is perfect for any farm hand or laying back to stargaze. Top of the line coil suspension means it's your best friend on off roading camping trips in the wilderness. Truly a vehicle about making and passing down memories."

Class: Full sized pick up Truck Layout: Front Engine Rear wheel Body: 2-4 door Engine: 360 CID (5.9 L) FE V8 Assembly: San Jose Transmission: 4-Speed Automatic Top Speed: 144 km/h (90 mph) Acceleration: 13 sec

[ezrafairchild]

Basics

Full Name: Ezra Jebediah Fairchild

Birthday: April 30th

Age: 74

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Religion: Baptist

–Religious Level (1-10): 10

Birthplace: Birmingham, Alabama

Current Residence: Birmingham, Alabama

Height: 6’ (formerly 6' 2")

Hair Color: Grayed with streaks of black

Eye Color: Dark Green (let's pretend Jeremy Irons matches that okay)

Sexuality: That is about the silliest question he ever did hear. The good Lord would not have gone and made Eve for Adam if there was no reason behind it.

Love/Romantic Preference: The prettiest unripened peach of a woman.

Relationship Status: Twice a widower. Married his childhood love when they were 14, but she gave out on him a few years later. Later married a woman who had been widowed herself with a sweet girl named Delilah. It's a blessing she reunited with their Father before all that mess happened with the girl.

Languages Known: English

Details

Car: 1962 Ford F100 in baby blue with a little rust for character [x]

Phone: Landline

Music Genres: Gospel, Folk, Bluegrass

Wardrobe: Old classic southern upper-class attire. "His Sunday bests" [x] Will always have a handkerchief embroidered with his initials EJF. Walking cane with a silver wolf's head at the top, tarnished finish from wear, with teeth baring. Old brown leather loafers.

Estimated Net Worth: $50 million (and saved every penny)

Ransom Value: *crickets*

Education: Has no need for any of that higher education. His higher education comes from the only good book he knows. Amen.

Accent: Southern (9/10 strength)

Bloodlines + Connections

Wesley Bartholomew Fairchild | Grandson/Son

Delilah Celeste Fairchild | Step-Daughter | Resides in Belmont Psychiatric Hospital, the Celestial Wing.

Mary Magdalene | Bless that Catholic girl's heart

Levels

Drinking (1-10): 0 like a good Baptist would, even if he still has bourbon around the place... says it's good to resist temptation as a testament of faith.

Swearing: 0 also like a good man of the Lord would do. But don't you test him.

Smoking status: 8. Cigarettes seem in bad taste, but he smokes from a pipe.

Drugs: 0 and never will. 

Cooking proficiency: 0. Any man who knows his way around a kitchen has been around his mama's apron strings for too long.

Intelligence: 7. In spite of Ezra's lack of formal education, I wouldn't underestimate his way of the spoken word, but throw in some "higher education" words at him and he will be a bit lost by that gibberish noise you have.

Emotional/Social Intelligence: 5. His way or the highway, but he's got the added advantage of southern hospitality keeping him at a 5.

Creativity: 2. This man's creative thoughts only involve harming vulnerable girls!

Temper: 7. He's bad when he's mad, but he's cool, calm, collected right up until then.

[militaryleak]

Royal Jordanian Air Force Places New F-16 Fighting Falcon Fleet Under Contract

The Royal Jordanian Air Force (RJAF) has fortified its combat capabilities with the expansion of its F-16 Fighting Falcon fleet. Lockheed Martin has confirmed the transformation of the previously accepted letter of acceptance (LOA) into a formal contract, marking the procurement of 12 Block 70 aircraft. Originally, Jordan had signed the LOA for eight Block 70/72 aircraft in June 2022. However, the latest announcement on January 11 reveals an increase in the number of Block 70 aircraft to 12. The Royal Jordanian Air Force operates a total of 64 F-16A/B aircraft, 16 of which are ADFs, while the remaining 39 are MLUs or have been modified to MLU standard. Jordan has operated Fighting Falcon fighters for many years, and is now refreshing the fleet with AESA-equipped aircraft. These aircraft are equipped with the General Electric F100-GE-129D afterburning turbofan jet engine, distinguishing them from the Pratt & Whitney F100-PW229EEP engine used in the Block 72 variant. The F100-GE-129D engine boasts an 81% parts commonality with the F110-GE-100, recognized as the safest single-engine powerplant in U.S. Air Force history in its class. This advanced engine provides significant mission advantages, including over 30% additional thrust during critical low-altitude combat operations. The F110 engine powers the majority of today's advanced USAF F-16C/D aircraft, showcasing its reliability and deployment capability across various theaters of operation.

The Royal Jordanian Air Force (RJAF) has fortified its combat capabilities with the expansion of its F-16 Fighting Falcon fleet. Lockheed Martin has confirmed the transformation of the previously accepted letter of acceptance (LOA) into a formal contract, marking the procurement of 12 Block 70 aircraft. Originally, Jordan had signed the LOA for eight Block 70/72 aircraft in June 2022. However,…

[sisyphus-prime]

Don't you love it when you're running on Autopilot and walk to the opposite side of the school from where you need to be.

[theappleist]

The Frange 100 Point Apple Rating Scale aka The F100

For decades the apple had been on a relentless descent into the fiery pits of Hell desperately lurching toward its biblical namesake as “Satan’s Fruit.” With the rapid degradation of the once mighty Red Delicious and the intentional impotence of apple farmers across the world, we were faced with the unthinkable: the rise of the pear.

Thankfully in the early 2000s, due to the emergence of a class of idle yuppies willing to shell out disproportionate amounts of disposable income at organic grocery stores, it became economically viable to invest in the development of what I term “designer apples.” As a result, a dizzying array of new apples hit the shelves and continued to do so year after year.

With so many new breeds, the antiquated system of delegating an apple as “good” or “bad” is an unworkable injustice of oversimplification. Society demands an updated rubric for apple evaluation that meets the moment. I have created that rubric.

I have no children. This rating scale is my only hope to keep my namesake alive. It is something I hope to be utilized for generations to come and is my only chance at achieving immortality. Therefore I am naming this system: The Frange 100 Point Apple Rating Scale aka the F100.

THE 100 POINT SCALE

Each apple is evaluated on a one hundred point scale broken down into nine categories. Each category is worth a maximum of ten points, aside from “TASTE” -  which is weighted double, for a maximum of twenty points. As always, the points reflect each candidate as a “munching apple”.

100pts: The Fabled “Immaculate Apple” (existence doubtful) 95 - 99pts: Just Short of Sheer Perfection 90 - 94pts: Superior to Most 80 - 89pts: Worthy of Being Eaten <—TOP APPLE THRESHOLD —> 70 - 79pts: Serviceable if Desperate 55 - 69pts: Barely Worth the Calories <—MEDIOCRE APPLE THRESHOLD —> 30 - 55pts: Horse Food 15 - 29pts: Despicable 6 - 15pts: Vomitous Filth <— PURE SHIT APPLE THRESHOLD —> 0 - 5pts: Criminal Malfeasance

THE CATEGORIES

After the initial one hundred point evaluation is calculated several additional factors are considered which may add or subtract points. These include: Lineage, History, Sustainability, Uniqueness, Longevity, and Alternative Uses (cider, applesauce, baking).

TASTE: Regardless of flavor profile (sweetness, tartness, intensity) - delicious apples receive top points with special consideration for every day use as well as versatility in varying circumstances. Points deducted for tasting like shit and/or trash.

CRISPNESS: Top points awarded for producing a satisfying snap and/or crunch with each bite throughout the life of the apple. Soft, gummy apples deserve no accolade.

SKIN: Points awarded for unobtrusive skins that break apart easily. Thick skins that linger in your throat or create a choking hazard are condemnable.

FLESH: The flesh of an apple ought to be smooth, relatively firm, and maintain integrity throughout a meal. Points deducted for early oxidation rates which turns the flesh brown. And above all, a mealy apple is a disgrace.

JUICINESS: The higher the liquid content and succulent nature of the apple the better. Bone dry, ashy nonsense can be thrown in the compost heap.

DENSITY: Top points for having a sturdy construction without being too hard or heavy. Apples which cause gum or tooth pain as well as apples which can be used as a weapon face massive deductions.

BEAUTY: Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, and colors. The most subjective of all the categories, an aesthetically pleasing apple that begs to be eaten receives top points.

BRANDING: Top points are assigned to apples with names, logos, and packaging that match the personality of the breed while creating a unique, evocative aura about the fruit. Points deducted for names that scream quiet desperation or elicit feelings of confusion. Above all, apple names which lack imagination or seem derivative will not be tolerated.

COST/AVAILABILITY: The perfect apple is available year-round and is affordable on a modest budget. Points deducted for exorbitant and inaccessible apples.

FLAVOR PROFILE

In addition to the rating scale, not affecting score, a flavor profile will be included for classification purposes only. Each apple will be evaluated under three five-point scales:

SWEETNESS: Candy-like sugary taste TARTNESS: Sourness, acidity INTENSITY: Strength of flavor / tanginess

[themrsdeanwinchester]

Two Souls - Part 1

Welcome to my first mini series! I had originally planned on this being a one shot but I got attached while writing it and it’s a story that is very close to my heart. I decided why not turn it into my very first mini series! I say mini because I don’t plan on it being longer than four, five parts tops. But that could change. We will see how it goes. :) In this series, Dean has retired from hunting but still lives in the bunker with Sam.

I’m the only one who has read this, so if there are mistakes, I apologize. I read it and did my best to find all my errors. You can find more of my work here.

Pairing: Dean x female reader

Warnings: Fluff, Dean being adorable. Possible trigger warnings in future parts of the story.

Word Count: 3,866

Series Summary: Dean starts a job working as a mechanic as a locally owned auto shop. The owner’s daughter, who works at the shop, makes Dean’s heart ache from the moment he sets eyes on her. But, does she feel the same way? What will her dad think? When her life starts crumbling, is it Dean who will be there for her and help her pick up the pieces?

I would love feedback, please :) Also, please send me a message/ask if you'd like to be added to my tag list.

Dean pulled his Impala into a spot at David’s Auto Shop for his interview with the owner and office manager. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he looked at the shop bays, all seven of them full of cars. The shop was a busy one because it was popular with the locals. The owner, David, was well respected and had been in business for over twenty years. Dean was nervous that his resume wouldn’t impress the veteran mechanic since he had never worked for an auto shop before. 

He got out of the Impala and ran his hands down the front of his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He had chosen his nicest plaid shirt, buttoned all the way up to the collar and tucked into his jeans. He had done his best to clean up his boots but they were still stained. 

Dean approached the shop, resume in hand. He grabbed the door, took another deep breath and stepped inside the shop. The phones were ringing off the hook, mechanics were running in and out of the door from the shop to grab keys, put paperwork on the counter and answer the phones.

A husky, tall man with broad shoulders walked through the door and set his gaze on Dean.

“How can I help you?” He asked.

“I’m here for an interview,” Dean said. He glanced at the man’s name patch. He was the owner.

“You must be Dean. I’m David.” He extended his left hand to Dean. Out of instinct, Dean reached out his right hand to shake David’s. Only to fumble and change to his left. David laughed. “I’m left handed. My handshake always throws everyone off. Go through that doorway,” David pointed to Dean’s right, “and the first door on your right is the office manager’s office. I’ll meet you in there. She’s expecting you.” 

Dean crossed the lobby and into the hallway. To his left was a hallway that lead to the shop and  a few feet ahead he could see the office manager’s door. As he approached it, he could hear music. To his delight, it was Led Zeppelin. When he entered the room, the woman looked up at him from the desk and his jaw slightly dropped. He hadn’t been expecting a woman as beautiful as she was. He stood there staring for a moment until she broke the silence.

“Hi. You must be Dean.” She stood up and walked around the desk. Dean couldn’t help but let his eyes travel up and down her body. She was wearing jeans that fit just right, hugging her curves in all of the right places and that flared slightly around her boots. She was wearing a plain black V-neck shirt with a mechanics shirt that matched David’s “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She extend her hand to Dean with a blinding smile on her face.

When Dean took her hand, he was surprised at how soft her skin was despite her very firm handshake. “Y-Yeah. Dean. Nice to meet you, too,” he stuttered.

David saved him by walking in the door. “I see you’ve met my daughter,” he said. “Turn the radio down.” He gestured to Y/N who turned the nob down to a whisper.

“Oh, I didn’t know she was your daughter,” Dean said. He looked back at Y/N who just smiled again.

“Shall we get started?” She suggested, taking a seat behind her desk again. 

Dean sat in a chair across from her and David sat next to Y/N. 

“So, Dean. It doesn’t look like you have ever worked as a mechanic before,” Y/N said, looking over his short resume. “But you say you’ve got a few decades of experience.” She looked up at Dean.

“No, I mean yes. Well, no I haven’t ever worked as a mechanic for a shop before but I do have a lot of experience. My dad taught me a lot and then I also learned as I went. I have rebuilt my car a few times. I do all of my own work on her. My other dad, well, my adopted dad, kind of, he owned a junk yard. I worked on a lot of cars at his place as well,” Dean explained. He took another deep breath and cursed himself for fumbling so much. 

Y/N and her dad nodded, exchanged a glance and Y/N smiled a little.

“I am mostly self taught as well,” David said to Dean. “Just classes in high school and college, mostly because it’s the only subjects I liked,” he chuckled. 

“It says you have been self employed all your life. Winchester Brothers. What did you do?” Y/N asked.

“My brother and I were in the business of... pest control.” Dean widened his eyes a little, realizing he didn’t actually know anything about exterminating bugs. He prayed they didn’t ask him details.

Again, the daughter and father duo nodded. Dean used the back of his hand to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. He hadn’t been this nervous about anything in awhile. It didn’t help that every time he looked at Y/N, his heart lurched as if it were reaching out to her.

“Dean,” David’s voice brought Dean back down to earth. “I like you. And I’m always right about people. You’ve got yourself a job. Y/N will get your shirt size and have a few made for you. I’ve got to get back out there. I’ve got an engine I need to finish a rebuild on by the end of the day.” David stood up, stumbled a little and groaned.

Y/N jumped jump. “Dad, why don’t you take it easy. I can finish the rebuild for you.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. She listened to Led Zeppelin, was beautiful, and could work on cars? He was impressed.

“I’m fine,” David snapped, causing Y/N to recoil and plop back down behind her desk. “Can you start tomorrow?” David directed at Dean.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Great, see you at 7:30AM. We might have some old shop shirts you can wear until Y/N gets yours in. Have a good one.” With that, David lumbered out the door and disappeared.

Dean looked back at Y/N. Her eyes were glistening with tears but he could tell she was holding them back. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looked up, blinking back the tears. “Yes. I’m fine.” She cleared her throat. “What size are you, Dean?”

He loved the way she said his name. It was heavenly. “Large.”

“Okay. I’ll order you five shirts. Do you have a nickname you’d like on the name patch or is Dean ok?”

“Dean is fine. I don’t have a nickname.” Dean was now able to see the name patch on her shirt. It said Bud. “Is Bud your boyfriend?” He asked before his brain could tell his mouth stop.

Y/N looked down at her name patch. “Oh, no. My dad calls me Bud. Has ever since I was a kid. I have one or two with my actual name on it but the ones that say Bud are my favorite,” she explained as she stood up. “Come with me. I’ll get you a few shirts for the rest of the week. Your shirts should be in by next Monday.”

Dean followed Y/N out of her office and down the hallway. Next to a door labeled Parts there was a coat closest. Y/N rummaged through it looking for shirts. She handed him four.

“That’ll get through until Friday and Monday morning I should have yours in. Oh, what kind of car do you have?”

“67 Impala.”

Y/N eyes widened a little. “Can I see it?” Her voice was bubbling over with excitement. 

“Absolutely.”

Y/N followed Dean outside. “Wow,” she breathed. “She’s gorgeous. How long have you had her?”

“A couple decades,” Dean answered. He watched as her hand hovered over the hood. He could tell she wanted to touch it, run her hands along the shiny and warm metal. She curled her fingers and retracted her hand. “You can touch her,” Dean said through a small laugh.

Y/N turned to him, a smile on her face. She gently placed her hand on the hood, soaking up the beauty of the Impala. “I might have to talk to you into letting me drive her someday.”

Dean laughed. “Maybe. I barely let my brother drive her.”

“Fair enough. I won’t let anyone drive my truck.”

“What do you have?”

“66 Ford F100. Caribbean Turquoise. It was my dad’s first truck. I helped him rebuild it a few years ago.” She turned to face Dean. “Want to see it?” Her smile was so big, there was no way Dean could say no.

He followed Y/N around back and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw her truck. It stood out, the Caribbean Turquoise bright and shiny compared to the darker and more neutral toned cars around it.

“Oh, wow. It’s nice. How long did it take you guys to rebuild?” Dean peeked through the window. The interior was the same color, even the seat. The inside was immaculate.

“A few months. We had an advantage, owning a shop and all,” Y/N said, gesturing up at the building. She looked at the shop for a long time. Dean watched as she admired it and her eyes started to glisten again. “Well,” she broke the silence. She curled her index fingers under her eyes, pushing her eyes closed to soak up the tears. “We will see you in the morning, Dean. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Yeah, you too. See you tomorrow,” Dean said with a wave. He watched Y/N disappear around the building before making his way back to his Impala and driving away.

Three months into working for David’s shop, Dean had managed to learn a few things about Y/N. She loved classic rock, the Doors, 13th Floor Elevators and Zeppelin being her favorites. One of those three was always playing in her office. She was just as good as any one else in the shop at working on cars. She filled in when other mechanics called out or were on vacation. She also had a few of her own regulars who only would let her work on their cars. Her favorite color was Y/F/C and she loved rainy days. He also never once saw her wear a shirt with her actual name on it, only ones with Bud. 

Christmas time had rolled around and the company holiday party was on a Saturday night at a local pizza parlor. Everyone was allowed to bring their families or partner with them and Dean was anxiously waiting to see it Y/N would bring anyone with her. He’d never heard her talk about anyone at work. Never even saw her take a phone call to anyone but customers or vendors. No one stopped by to see her either. Just customers.

In the back seat of the Impala Dean had a gift for Y/N. It was a scarf in her favorite color. He had picked a scarf because sometimes, when he’d stop by her office to say good morning, she had the collar of her shirt pulled up. He asked her why and she said it was always cold in her office in the winter time. It was practical but also thoughtful. 

Dean walked into the pizza parlor. It was nice and warm inside so he shrugged off his jacket and straightened out his plaid shirt. He surveyed the room until he saw some of his co-workers, including David, in the very back. They all threw their heads back in laughter. Beer pitchers were empty on the table but not for long. Soon he saw Y/N walking over, gripping the handles of four beer pitchers, two in each hand. She spread them out across the table before turning towards the door. Her eyes landed on Dean and she smiled. She waved enthusiastically at him and made her way through the crowd.

“Dean!” She said, throwing her arms around him for a hug. Dean smiled, the smell of her shampoo tickling his nose. “Pizza and beer at the table already. I’ll grab you a cold glass.”

“Oh, no. It’s alright, I’ll go get it,” Dean protested.

“I’m going back up there to grab my dad another soda, I’ll grab it. Join everyone else.” She smiled and walked away towards the counter. He watched her go, her steps a little jagged from the beer she’d been drinking. He smiled to himself and approached the table.

Everyone greeted Dean cheerfully. He was introduced to everyone’s guests they had brought with them and he did his best to keep up with everyone’s names and which kids belonged with which couple. A beer was set down in front of him. He looked up to find Y/N standing above him. He smiled and thanked her. She sat down in the empty seat next to him with her own beer.

“I got us special ones. It’s actually my favorite from a local brewery. I hope you like IPAs.” She put the glass to her lips, taking a generous drink. “Try it!” She smiled at Dean, making his heart flutter. 

He complied, his eyes growing large. “This is really good!”

“Told ya,” she smirked. “Pizza?” Y/N put two big slices of pizza on a plate and sat it down in front of Dean before he could answer. She then helped herself to some as well. Dean couldn’t help but smile. A girl who liked pizza and beer. There she goes, he thought, checking more things off my list. A list he didn’t even realize he had until he’d met her.

As the night wore on, people started leaving. A few of the kids had crawled into the laps of their parents and fallen asleep. Their group got thinner and thinner until it was just Dean, Y/N and her dad.

“I’m heading home, Bud.” He hugged her and kissed her cheek. “Dean, thanks for coming.” He reached out to shake Dean’s hand.

“Thank you for having me.”

“Can you make sure, Y/N gets home okay? She walked here and it’s kind of late.” David eyed his daughter who was sipping on another beer.

“Definitely, sir.” 

As everyone left, Dean turned to Y/N. “Are you ready to head home?”

“I guess…” Y/N trailed off. She was lost in thought for a second. She downed the rest of her beer. “Alright, let’s go.” She stood up and lurched towards Dean, putting her hands onto his chest to catch herself. Dean instinctively wrapped his hands around her biceps.

“Whoa there,” he chuckled.

“Sorry. I am definitely a little bit buzzed.” Y/N laughed, her cheeks growing red.

“Don’t be sorry,” Dean assured her.

Dean lead Y/N out to his Impala and opened the door for her. He let her get in on her own, his hand close by just in case she needed it. 

“Oh! I’m honored to get a ride in Dean Winchester’s Impala,” she remarked. She looked up at him from the passenger seat, an enormous grin on her face. Dean couldn’t help but think she looked perfect in the passenger seat, as if she was always meant to be its passenger.

A few minutes later, Dean pulled up in front of Y/N’s house. It was a modest home in a nice neighborhood. All of the homes were older, built in the 50’s. Y/N’s was light green with a white porch and steps. Her F100 was parked in the drive way. It was the only car there, Dean observed.

“Do you want to come inside?” Y/N’s invitation caught Dean off guard.

“We won’t wake anyone up?” Dean posed the question carefully. He was prying for an answer, but didn’t want to be too obvious that he was trying to figure out if she was taken or not.

“Nope. This is my place. Just me. Party of one.” She smiled, her eyes slightly glassy.

Dean hesitated a moment. He got his answer but since Y/N had been drinking, he didn’t want her or her dad to get the wrong idea about him taking her home and ending up inside her house. He did want to give her the gift he’d gotten her though. “Okay. I have a gift for you.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Really? I actually have something for you, too,” she said quietly.

Dean smiled and his heart, again, leaped forward, always in the direction of Y/N. “Let’s get inside, it’s getting cold.” Dean got out of his Impala, grabbed the gift box from behind his seat, and then walked around to open Y/N’s door. He held out his hand to assist her. She took it, squeezing his slightly as she hoisted herself out of the car. 

He followed her up to the door, she fumbled with her keys, first using the wrong one. “Oops, that’s my dad’s. They look the same as mine. Here it is!” The door creaked as she opened it. She stepped in side. “Welcome to my humble little home.” She gestured for Dean to come inside.

Y/N’s house had all hardwood flooring and was accented with Y/F/C, her favorite, and smelled like cinnamon. She walked over to the small Christmas tree she had in the corner and turned its lights on. The lights were white and the ornaments were all different kinds. There was no theme to her tree, just random ornaments she liked, ones that reminded her of people, places, and things. She grabbed one of the presents from under the tree. 

“Let’s sit on the couch and open them together.” She made her way to her couch and plopped down. She patted the cushion beside her, beckoning Dean to sit with her.

As soon as he sat down, Y/N shoved his gift from her into his lap. “Open it! I’m terrible at keeping secrets when it comes to gifts.” The grin on her face was bigger than he’d ever seen it before. 

He chuckled as he unwrapped the box and pulled the lid off. Inside was a few things. First was a nice, heavy duty travel coffee mug with his name on it. “So the guys at the shop know it’s yours” Y/N said through a laugh. One time, Dean and another mechanic had gotten their coffees mixed up. The other mechanic liked his coffee extremely creamy and sweet, Dean liked his black. Y/N had witness them both spit out each others coffee all over the shop floor. Next was a picture of Dean’s Impala in front of David’s shop. It was from a low angle, the car taking up the foreground with the shop’s sign hovering over it. There were raindrops on the Impala and the sky above was dark and angry. He looked at it in awe. It was a beautifully crafted shot.

“I thought it was a neat picture,” Y/N said quietly with a shrug.

“Did you take this?” Dean turned to her, awestruck. She nodded her head, a small, closed mouth smile on her face. “I love it. It’s… it’s a really beautiful shot. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Y/N smiled. “There’s one more thing in there.”

At the bottom of the box was a black mechanics jacket with Dean’s name on it. He pulled it out and turned it around to reveal the shop’s name on the back.

“That one is from my dad and me. Only he and I have one. And now you,” Y/N half whispered.

Dean turned to her, overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity she, and her dad, had shown him. They took a chance hiring him and now, they were giving him a jacket, something that clearly held a special meaning for the two of them. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We’re so happy to have you be part of the shop family.”

They sat in silence for a moment, Dean taking in his gifts and Y/N watching him. He gently placed his gifts back into his box before handing Y/N hers.

“Now I feel like I should have gotten you a little more…” Dean trailed off.

“No,” Y/N said, dragging out the O’s, and waving Dean’s remark off with her hand. She pulled the bow off of the decorative box and popped the lid off. She pulled out the Y/F/C scarf Dean had picked out. She ran her hands over it, taking in how soft the fabric was. She wrapped it around her neck and looked up at Dean. “You remembered my favorite color.”

“Of course,” Dean said through a grin, his voice hushed. “Now you won’t be so cold in your office in the mornings.”

“Thank you, Dean. I love it.” Y/N pulled the ends of the scarf forward, taking in the details and feeling the warmth around her neck.

She looked up at him, and held his gaze for a moment. Then, she closed the gap between them to place a soft kiss on his lips. As she pulled away, Dean took a deep breath. He’d been wanting to kiss her for months and he didn’t want to stop now.

“It’s late. I should get going.” Dean stood up, gathering up his gift box.

Y/N followed suit, still wearing her scarf as she walked Dean to her door. He stepped out onto the porch and spun around to face her. She was holding onto the door, letting it support her. But not because she had been drinking, no. It was for a different reason. It was because kissing Dean had taken her breath away and made her knees weak. Her hands were trembling and she needed to steady herself, not wanting him to notice what he’d done to her, what he’d been doing to her since they had met in her office months prior. She had been pining for Dean, but she was so sure he had a significant other. There was no way a man as handsome, kind, funny, caring, and… her list went on. But there as no way, so she thought, that a man like Dean was single. 

“Do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” Dean’s question pulled Y/N from her thoughts.

“I’d love that.” Her answer was quick, zero hesitation, and Dean noticed.

“Pick you up at 6?”

“I’ll be ready. Casual or fancy?” Y/N questioned.

“Which one would you like?” 

“Casual.”

“Casual it is, sweetheart.” Dean smiled, wished her good night and almost skipped back to his Impala.

Y/N waved to Dean in his car and closed the door, locking it tight behind her. She leaned back against it, letting out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She had a date, for the first time years. And, it was with the man of her dreams.

Tags: @akshi8278​, @notan-applepielife​

There is a pinned post with my Masterlist on my blog. Thank you for reading! 

[eaxl-photo225]

I have re arranged these chronologically. This exercise was such a trip down memory lane. I started shooting bloggers and #NYFW as a self taught photographer. Through this exercise I was able to notice my love for portrait photography and how portraits stood out from the 1000s of pictures I have taken. The last 4 photos were taken this year and three of them (the ones with the white borders/canvas) were part of my final project for Digital Photo I. 

[bayareahd]

Fueled by propane and driven with hella class. #ford #f100 #dentside #4x4 (at Tomales Bay, Point Reyes) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMxDETTLwVN/?igshid=18f8mdrr2h228

[tony-hawks-underground]

Tagged by @asianmanatea

Do you make your bed?

A: No lmao

What’s your favorite number?

A: 69

What is your job?

A: sign builder

If you could go back to school, would you?

A: I'd like to take a welding class

Can you parallel park?

A: in theory

A job you had that would surprise people?

A: idk I've never had any weird jobs

Do you think aliens are real?

A: I hope so

Can you drive a manual car?

A: I learned to drive on a 1972 f100 with a 3 on the tree lmao

What’s your guilty pleasure?

A: eating :/

Tattoos?

A: dont have any, I'm too indecisive to get one

Favorite color?

A: anything metallic lmao

Favourite type of music?

A: rap

Do you like puzzles?

A: idk kinda

Any phobias?

A: deep water kinda freaks me out a lil

Favorite childhood sport?

A: only sport I ever did was archery

Do you talk to yourself?

A: usually just to call myself a dumbass

What movie do you adore?

A: idk

Coffee or tea?

A: cold sweet tea

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A: Nascar driver lmao

Tagging @queenskanks, @saybooblor, @gamer-url, @clayjazz, and anyone else who wants to do it

[crimson-snowfall]

[CLOSED] Mini fic requests

Hi everyone, local government has declared suspension of classes for a week (and possibly a few more weeks), however I still have online classes to attend to and tedious online activities to accomplish. I have... a little bit more of free time since I don’t have to travel back and forth to my university... and with that I’m opening 10 slots for mini-fic (~500-700 words) requests. A list of fluff and angst prompts have been provided below, as well as the characters I will be writing for. Seven of the ten slots will be reserved for discord mutuals (so please if you’re from any of the discord servers I advertised this post on, make sure that you submit your ask without going on anon).

Mechanics:

Make sure to indicate whether you want your request to be written in second person or third person. Only 1 character is allowed.

The fics will be published based on a schedule, with 1-3 fics posted per week. The first fic will be published as early as next week; the last fic may be published as late as the first week of May, so please bear with me because I also have to do some self-study.

Request format: F for Fluff, A for Angst, followed by the number from the list below, then the character. e.g.: F100, Napoleon

I will only be using each prompt once (regardless of character), so please indicate a secondary request as well in case someone ahead of you chose the same prompt. If your secondary request is still the same with someone else, I will contact you or randomly choose for you (if you asked on anon).

Feel free to include additional details/context related to your request. This post will be updated once all the slots have been taken up.

Characters I’m writing for (10): Napoleon, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Isaac, William, Comte, Charles, Vlad

Fluff prompts:

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You are the single best thing that has happened to me.”

“You don’t know you the way I do.”

“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop to feel the rain?”

“I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

“When I picture myself happy... it’s with you.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Angst prompts:

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.”

“Just pretend to be my date.”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”

“Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

“I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

“From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.”

“I hurt people. That’s what I’m good at.”

“I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let anyone break my heart, yet here you are.” 

Not so important update: Fic requests made under this list of prompt will be under the “Daffodil collection”. Why daffodil? idk lol i opened this request in March and so I googled what is the flower for March, and it’s daffodil hence the name. I’m giving it a series name both for archiving purposes and for when I import these fics into AO3.

Published works under this fic request series.

[judgemark45]

Royal Australian Navy now possesses in its arsenal 3 Hobart Class destroyers based on the Navantia F100 Class vessels. Heavily modified and displacing 7000 tonnes these vessels are one of the most capable surface combatants in the world. Jan 2019 saw the HMAS Hobart pass all its Aegis combat system trials including Cooperative Engagement Capability (CEC) which integrates our systems with the US fleet. Armed with the Mk 41 VLS with 48 cells, the Hobart can carry SM2, SM6 and ESSM missiles and even Tomahawk land attack missile. 2 quad launchers for Harpoon anti-ship missile. Mod 4 5/62 calibre Naval gun, CWIS 20 mm phalanx, 2 bushmaster 25mm auto cannons and Nulka decoys. Anti submarine capabilities as well and all integrated around the Aegis combat system. This vessel is a potent platform.

[technuter]

Tech Mahindra Launches Cloud BlazeTech to Maximize Business Value for Cloud-Powered Enterprises Globally

Tech Mahindra announced the launch of Cloud BlazeTech, an integrated, sector-agnostic platform, to maximize business value for cloud-powered enterprises globally. The organization will continue to invest in cloud services & hyerpscaler relationships to boost digital transformation for enterprises. Integrated cloud migration, cloud-native operation & self-healing governance model, "Cloud BlazeTech" supports bi-modal infrastructure transformation and helps enterprises to accelerate to a cloud-native world. In addition, the platform has integrations with hyperscaler hybrid cloud platforms to provide industry-specific pre-build cloud-native solutions that drive faster business outcomes. By adopting the Cloud BlazeTech platform, enterprises will achieve 25-30% cost savings and a 30% improvement in migration time. Sudhir Nair, Chief Delivery Officer & Global Head – Infra & Cloud Business, Tech Mahindra, said, "Cloud adoption is a key step towards digital transformation. It is at the core of all transformative IT strategies and enables enterprises to become digital ready. Tech Mahindra's Cloud BlazeTech platform will deliver industry-specific pre-build cloud-native solutions and help enterprises in their transformation journey to be cloud-ready. With this launch, we look forward to empowering every organization to be a digital organization, driving business outcomes, providing speed and scale to innovate from anywhere with cloud-based industry solutions, operation and governance, and innovation." Suri Chawla, Global Head of Cloud Services, Tech Mahindra, said, "In today's hyper-connected world, harnessing the power of the cloud has become a must-have element for businesses globally. In recent years, companies have realized the power of the cloud for business agility, innovation, improved customer experience, and the numerous opportunities cloud capabilities offer. To meet this growing need for Cloud tech and further our goal of providing best-in-class digital solutions, we have launched Cloud BlazeTech. Our platform will enable enterprises to move forward in their cloud transformation journey by offering a flexible and customizable solution to help them become digital front-runners in this new cloud-native era." Tech Mahindra will leverage its existing partnerships with major public and private cloud service providers to extend its unique solution to global customers. Its dedicated cloud services, solutions, and framework has helped 250+ F100 & F500 customers in their cloud transformation journey, including some of the world's largest Cloud transformation projects for CME & enterprise verticals. Tech Mahindra will continue to invest in its cloud talent, build new solutions and focus on expanding relationships with all partners & hyperscalers. Read the full article

[twoguysandaride]

1956 Ford F100 - AutoCross Hot Rod

Join us as we take a close up look at this autocross modified 1956 F100 with the owner The Ford F-Series is a series of light-duty trucks marketed and manufactured by Ford since the 1948 model year. Slotted above the Ford Ranger in the Ford truck model range, the F-Series is marketed as a range of full-sized pickup trucks. Alongside the F-150 (introduced in 1975), the F-Series also includes the Super Duty series (introduced in 1999), which includes the heavier-duty F-250 through F-450 pickups, F-450/F-550 chassis cabs, and F-600/F-650/F-750 Class 6-8 commercial trucks. The most popular version of the model line is the F-150 pickup truck, currently in its 14th generation. From 1953 to 1985, the entry-level F-series pickup was the ½ ton F-100.2nd Generation F100For the 1953 model year, Ford introduced a second generation of the F-Series trucks. Increased dimensions, improved engines, and an updated chassis were features of the second generation. In another change, the model nomenclature of the F-Series was expanded to three numbers; this remains in use in the present day. The half-ton F-1 became the F-100 (partially influenced by the North American F-100 Super Sabre); the F-2 and F-3 were combined into the 3⁄4-ton F-250, while the F-4 became the one-ton F-350. Conventional F-Series trucks were F-500 to F-900; COE chassis were renamed C-Series trucks.While the cabs, doors, radiator support, inner fenders, and hoods are the same from 1953 to 1956 F-100 and F-250s (the fenders varied on F-250, F-350, and F-500, and long boxes were only available on the F-250), in 1956, the cab underwent a major revision. Centered around a wraparound windshield, the cab was given new doors, a redesigned dashboard, and an (optional) panoramic rear window. In line with Ford cars, the 1956 F-Series offered seat belts as an option.American AutoCross RacingAmerican autocross is a form of autocross practiced in the United States of America. Events are typically held on flat, paved surfaces such as parking lots or airport tarmacs, and usually have a new course for each event, marked by traffic cones.Autocross is one of the most accessible and affordable forms of motorsport, and autocross events are open to novices. Because autocross events use rubber traffic cones to define the course, and are typically run on paved surfaces with few obstructions, the hazards and barriers to entry are low. While speeds are generally no greater than those encountered in legal highway driving, the combination of concentration and precision maneuvering gives drivers an experience similar to that of a full road course race.#SCCA #AutoCross #Racing #Ford #FordF100 #GoodGuys  #twoguysandaride #carsoftheday #CarReview #CarReviews #ClassicCar #ClassicCars 

[certadoc]

Em que as picapes americanas são diferentes das brasileiras?

As opções de picapes americanas vem lentamente aumentando no Brasil e elas são bastante diferente do que estamos acostumados

Por anos o mercado de caminhonetes no Brasil era dominado por modelos americanos: as Ford F100 e Chevrolet C14 protagonizavam, enquanto a Dodge D100 era um mero coadjuvante. Em 1979 a Fiat criou a categoria das picapes compactas derivadas de carros de passeio, mas dentre as picapes tradicionais as americanas reinavam.

Com a abertura das importações nos anos 90 chegaram as picapes médias japonesas. Nessa mesma época os fabricantes americanos apostaram nesse segmento de picapes médias, decisão que se mostrou acertada. Com a Chevrolet Silverado saindo de linha em janeiro de 2002 restou apenas a Ford F250 no segmento de picapes grandes.

A Ford F250 foi a última picape americana fabricada no Brasil

A então Daimler-Chrysler, hoje Stellantis, tomou uma decisão ousada de importar a Dodge Ram 2500 para o Brasil. A picape vinha em uma configura��ão maior que a da F250 e com interior mais equipado, saindo da imagem de veículo de trabalho. O sucesso não foi estrondoso, mas foi o suficiente para mantê-la em linha.

As picapes americanas estão voltando ao Brasil

No final de 2020, a Ram anunciou a vinda do modelo 1500 Rebel, equipada com motor V8 a gasolina. O primeiro lote da picape esgotou em menos de 24 horas, mesmo sem vir com o motor diesel que os brasileiros amam tanto nesse tipo de veículo.

A Ram 3500 já está confirmada para o Brasil

Agora foi a vez da irmã maior da nossa conhecida Ram 2500 ser confirmada para o Brasil, o modelo 3500. Essa picape gigante utiliza rodagem dupla no eixo traseiro, algo que estamos acostumados a ver em veículos comerciais.

A Ford F150 já é vendida na Argentina com motor 5.0 V8 e pode chegar em breve

A Ford e a Chevrolet não confirmam, mas elas podem estar prestes a anunciar picapes grandes americanas no Brasil. A Chevrolet Silverado 1500 já é vendida em países da América do Sul como o Chile, Paraguai e Uruguai; já a F150 pode ser encontrada na Argentina, Uruguai e Paraguai.

Os nossos vizinhos do Uruguai podem comprar uma Silverado 1500 com motor 3.0 diesel de forma oficial

A alta do agronegócio, popularidade do estilo de vida rural e até as músicas sertanejas influenciam no interesse por essas picapes americanas. Muitos as chamam de “picapes de verdade” por serem grandes e imponentes quando comparadas com as picapes médias.

Picapes americanas têm uso diferente do que estamos acostumados

Historicamente, as picapes grandes se popularizaram em zonas rurais. As antigas caminhonetes Ford e Chevrolet auxiliavam fazendeiros em regiões longe do asfalto, mesmo sem ter tração 4×4. Por isso o brasileiro prioriza a capacidade de carga nesses veículos.

Os picapeiros brasileiros priorizam a capacidade de carga na caçamba

Com a legislação permitindo os motores diesel em caminhonetes com capacidade de carga acima de 1.000 kg, os fabricantes aumentaram a capacidade de carga das picapes americanas feitas no Brasil. As picapes médias japonesas conquistaram o Brasil rapidamente por lidarem bem com grandes cargas na caçamba e também pela confiabilidade.

Por anos o habitat das caminhonetes no Brasil era o interior

Capacidade de reboque é quem manda

Enquanto isso nos EUA, as picapes ganharam mercado pela capacidade de reboque. Os tradicionais sedãs e peruas com chassi separado da carroceria eram bastante usados para rebocar, mas com as leis de emissões estrangulando os motores V8 desses carros, os consumidores migraram para as picapes e SUV grandes.

As picapes maiores são feitas para rebocar trailers através de uma quinta roda, igual aos caminhões

A legislação de trânsito atual dos EUA torna praticamente impossível para que um carro de passeio seja homologado para puxar reboques, prática comum na Europa até hoje. Por isso temos hoje picapes americanas que possuem capacidade de carga inferior a de modelos compactos brasileiros.

A Ford F450 é hoje a picape americana com a maior capacidade de reboque. Ela é capaz de tracionar quase 17 toneladas

Na Ram 1500 a capacidade de carga é de apenas 610 kg, mas a capacidade de reboque é de 5.062 kg. A Ram é por enquanto a única da categoria também a oferecer molas helicoidais no eixo traseiro, tendo uma suspensão a ar como opcional (nos EUA), mostrando que o foco é rebocar trailers no asfalto com conforto e estabilidade.

Conheça a Ram 1500 em detalhes na avaliação Autopapo:

Tecnologia é aliada das picapes

Nas categorias acima a capacidade de reboque dessas picapes é ainda maior, com a Ford F450 capaz de puxar quase 17 toneladas. Isso é resultado de uma guerra publicitária que está acontecendo nas últimas décadas nos EUA, onde todo fabricante quer ostentar o título de maior capacidade de reboque da categoria.

Junto dessa briga existe uma paralela sobre qual fabricante oferece mais equipamentos para ajudar nessa tarefa: modulação eletrônica dos freios do reboque, controle de estabilidade com calibração específica e câmera de ré que torna o trailer “invisível” são algumas das tecnologias que nasceram dessa competição.

Fora de estrada não é o forte dessas picapes, mas existem versões específicas para essa proposta

E diferente do brasileiro, que exige tração 4×4, as picapes 4×2 ainda são populares nos EUA por usuários que moram em regiões onde não neva. Os interessados por usar a caminhonete em trilhas procuram modelos específicos para isso como a Ford F150 Raptor, a Ram 2500 Power Wagon ou a Chevrolet Silverado TrailBoss.

Entenda as categorias

Caminhonetes e caminhões são classificados em classes que vão de 1 a 8 nos EUA, divididas pelo peso bruto total (PBT). Os veículos até a categoria 6 podem ser dirigidos com carteira de habilitação comum, com a habilitação de uso comercial (equivalente a CNH E brasileira) sendo exigida apenas para as classes 7 e 8.

A Classe 1 engloba as nossas conhecidas picapes médias, com PBT de até 2.722 kg; A Classe 2a é a da Ford F150, Ram 1500 e Silverado 1500, com PBT de até 3.856 kg; Acima vem a classe 2b, da Ram 2500, F250 e Silverado 2500, com PBT até 4.536  kg. A classe 3 é a última com picapes, englobando as Ford F350 e F450, Silverado 3500 e Ram 3500, com PBT de até 6.350 kg.

As classes 4, 5, 6 e 7 já são caminhões feitos para receber implementos como baú ou carga seca. Por fim existe a classe 8, com cavalos mecânicos.

Os números – como 1500, 2500 e 3500 usados pela Ram – são herança de classificações antigas das picapes. Esses números representavam a capacidade de carga das picapes em libras, ou seja, uma Ford F100 era homologada para 453 kg (1.000 libras), já a Chevrolet C20 era homologada para 907 kg (2.000 libras).

Essa regra caiu em desuso com a evolução das caminhonetes e também com as diferentes opções de capacidade de carga que cada modelo oferecia. Mas os números foram mantidos pela facilidade de identificar a categoria de cada modelo.

Por: Autopapo

Publicado originalmente em Blog CabiAuto