#fender firebird

[jeffcbliss]

Andy Gabbard of The Black Keys - MGM Grand Garden Arena; Las Vegas, NV (7-9-22). @theblackkeys @andygabbard @easyeyesound

Photo: Jeff Bliss

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1967 Pontiac Firebird convertible

1967 Pontiac Firebird convertible

John DeLorean posing next to a pre-production Tyrol Blue 1967 Firebird convertible. John was very tall (6' 4") but he looks especially big here because this Firebird was sitting lower than a production model. DeLorean wanted a super low European stance for the new 1967 Firebird, but the ride was simply too harsh and the engineers had to resort to a more livable stance for production models. This particular 1967 Firebird that John is standing next to is a fiberglass mock up that had just been given the Firebird name. Previously, it wore Banshee and GM-X badges before they decided on the name Firebird. The Firebird script and Firebird emblem on the front fenders are simulated, not die-cast. - MCN

[only-lonely-star]

Your recent fic of the Soda mishap is my new fav fic of the outsiders! It was so funny with just the right amount of angst!

Could I request a fic with a sister reader who is the youngest curtis and develops separation anxiety with Soda after the two of them were in a little fender bender? Neither were hurt but it brought up memories of their parents dying and she can't shake off the thought that Soda not being in her eyesight means he's gone too? She refuses to sleep in her own room goes with him to work (it's summer holidays so school isn't a factor) and anytime he showers she stands outsode the bathroom door asking if he's okay periodically. Just a big emotional breakdown if she happens to get separated from him? I hope that makes sense!

Thanks you!

☁︎ The Accident ☁︎

~ Sodapop Curtis ~

Warnings - Minor car accident, mentions of death, separation anxiety

Summary - You couldn’t imagine losing Sodapop.

Author’s Note - THIS REQUEST WAS MWAH!! CHEF’S KISS! 😽 I’m very proud of this one. It took me longer to write since I got a bit carried away, so I apologize for the long wait. I couldn't bring myself to make the ending sad, so I hope you all like how I closed the story. Thank you so much for requesting, enjoy it my loves !!

Word Count - 3.3k.

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You kicked back, finally able to rest after a long morning spent dipping in the lake with your older brother, Sodapop. It was summer break, so what better way to spend the day than being under the sun - swimming and shoving him around in the cool, crisp water? Your oldest brother, Darrel, still had work, even over the summer. Your third oldest brother, Ponyboy, decided he'd rather spend some time with his friends. Being the empath he is, Sodapop decided to drive you down to the lake to ensure you didn't feel left out. He loved spending quality time with you either way - he quite enjoyed your company.

Feet on the dashboard, you turned up the radio and sang along. You could practically feel the funky music thumping in your chest. The bass could be heard a mile away, causing Sodapop to let out a chuckle. "Havin' fun?" he asked, his eyes drifting to see you smile bigger than he ever had since the accident.

You nodded vigorously, a few stray droplets of water that remained on the ends of your hair flying onto Sodapop, dampening his skin. "Of course!" you beamed, removing your feet off the dashboard as you leaned back into your seat.

He gave a head nod of accomplishment at that. Sodapop was glad to have taken you out for a fun time for once. He would have to return to the DX again tomorrow morning, the cycle repeating all over again. "Glad we went swimmin', we could go next weekend or something too y'know..." he suggested, a grin on his lips not faltering once as he offered another trip down to the lake.

You gasped, already looking forward to it. "Really? Like - you'll actually take me again?" you asked, needing the last bit of reassurance before you could truly accept the offer.

He nodded once more, stopping at a red light to gently swat your shoulder with his knuckles. "'Course I'll take you again."

He earned another grin from you at that, proud of himself once more. Sodapop's eyes darted for the rearview mirror, noticing a red Pontiac Firebird riding up on the back of their car. "Well damn, you gonna slow down?" he asked aloud, a slight bit of annoyance in his voice. The car must have been going at least fifteen miles per hour right at the red light. You hadn't paid much attention to it until you noticed Sodapop's eyes go wide. The 'deer in headlights' gaze is the only right way you could describe it. Sodapop cursed under his breath once more, holding his hand out to press against your chest. The sound of screeching breaks against the road scared the both of you as you jerked forward. Sodapop's arm prevented you from moving around that much, but there was still an impact. You slowly opened your eyes, recovering from a wince you hadn't even realized was in effect.

"The fuck - ?!" he hollered, rolling down the window before slamming his hand onto the horn and holding it there to express his anger. Road rage was one thing, but this was totally different. Sodapop rarely acted out on his anger, let alone follow through with it and stick his hand out of the window just to flip him off.

You sat there, breath hitched in your throat as you momentarily dissociated whilst staring at the dashboard.

This was all too familiar for you. ‘The Accident’ is what still haunts the four of you to this day. Having both of your parents wind up in an auto wreck sure wasn’t on your bucket list at all.

It was the sound of the car nearly crashing that frightened you. The fact you could have obtained the same fate as your parents was such a big fear you’d been attempting to hide since the accident. What you dreaded the most was losing your brothers. Put in a life or death situation - you’d hand over your life in an instant if it would ensure your siblings would be safe.

It wasn’t until you realized you and Sodapop were pulled over with that same Pontiac behind you. Slowly returning to reality, the bearded man with salt and pepper-colored hair had his arms resting on the now rolled-down window. “She alright?” he asked, his eyes fixated on you. Your dazed expression had been permanently marked onto your face.

Sodapop scanned your face for any other emotion, but couldn't seem to detect any. He quickly turned back to the man, brushing him off. “She’s a little spooked, she’ll be alright.”

He gave a slight shrug and waved the both of you off. Sodapop immediately placed a hand on your shoulder and shook your upper half. “Gave me some cash to fix the damage…it ain’t too bad, the back is a little dented and some paint got scratched off - but that’s about it,” he explained in an attempt to snap you back to reality.

Your eyes scanned the road, still busy with vehicles buzzing around everywhere you look. Listening was easy, but trying to comprehend his words while your mind raced with panic was a difficult task.

“You sure look out of it,” he commented, moving the gearshift to head home. There was an underlying tone of concern you could easily hear in his voice.

Squirming around in your seat, you found a better position where you could see the road ahead, clear as day. Feeling paranoid was an understatement. “No, no, I’m fine,” you assured him, all the confidence you could muster coming into play. You couldn’t stand the thought of worrying him even further with your newfound state of shock.

The car turned at an intersection, a red Corvette coming at you from the left side. It was as if your body just knew what to do - curling up into a ball as your eyes closed shut. The car isn’t going to hit you. This is how normal cars drive. You weren’t hurt. Stop.

“Why are you all jumpy with me? You ain’t in any danger,” Sodapop piped up, noticing your flinch at the sight of the Corvette. “Calm down a bit, will ya?” he teased light-heartedly, unaware of the true conflict inside your mind.

“Sorry…” you mumbled in response, pushing down any remaining feelings of apprehension. “That car, Soda -…” the crack in your voice said it all, “Just scared me a bit, I guess I just don't want you to… to end up like Mom and Dad.”

The car became eerily silent, the only noise being the zooming of cars outside. The accident was a touchy subject for both of you - Darrel and Ponyboy as well. Just talking about it always darkened the mood.

“No. You’re safe, I ain’t ever gonna let anything like that happen to you,” he assured you, his voice thick with tension. He seemed to grasp onto the wheel tighter as he pulled over just outside your home. “You hear me? It ain’t happening.”

For once, he was stern. Sodapop was never stern nor agitated with you, he was always bubbly and grinning. You knew the mention of your deceased mother and father had triggered it. The accident may have been months ago, but the damage was nowhere near repaired.

“I hear you,” you mumbled shamefully, opening the car door and shutting it behind you swiftly. You stood with your hand rubbing onto your arm. The body language represented was one of dread and concern, but somehow relief. Relief that Sodapop was still standing before you - even if he was completing a mundane task.

Sodapop shut the car door as he hauled the bag of wet bathing suits through the gate and towards the front door. You followed, not once letting him out of your sight. You watched as he set the bag near the bathroom door. “Darry and Pony ain’t home yet, better shower before they come back,” he suggested, offering you first dibs with the shower.

You shook your head and stood underneath his arm, seeking some bit of comfort. “No, uh - I’ll do it later,” the words nervously fell from your tongue.

Sodapop ruffled his fingers through your hair, grinning like always. At least something felt normal. “Alright then, shower after me.”

With that, Sodapop waltzed inside the tiled room, unraveling an off-white and awfully tattered towel. Tossing it on the counter, he placed his hand on the doorknob and pushed it closed. You respected the privacy of course, but the pang of paranoia kicked in once more.

“Soda…?” you called out, the sound only a hoarse whisper. No reply.

It was strangely quiet on the other end of the door. No water could be heard running, no background noise of shifting clothes around, nothing. Your hand balled into a fist, the sound of three knocks beckoning him. “Soda, you okay?”

“Yeah…?” Sodapop responded with a confused tone, leaving the boy in deep confusion. “Are you?” he stifled a laugh at the question. He’d been gone a mere few seconds!

“I’m fine,” your voice quivered, exhaling deeply as you slid down the wall. You rested your arms around your knees and sat on the brown wooden flooring. You could practically feel the sadness washing over you. The corners of your lips seemed to subtly droop, your expression now a worried frown. A warm tear escaped from your left eye, leaving you to wonder why you were crying in the first place.

That car could’ve killed you. It could’ve killed Sodapop too - oh god, anyone but him. You couldn’t lose him. First your parents and now your brother - ?”

Wiping the stray tear away, you stood back to your feet and leaned your ear against the door, trying to make out any heavy breathing. The panic set in once more when the running water was the only sound coming from the other end of the door. “Soda, are you alright?”

The knob had been twisted, causing less water to flow from the shower head. “I’m okay - now what in the hell is up with you?” Sodapop demanded as his words echoed through your mind.

Sodapop beginning to feel a bit pestered by you didn’t seem to be an issue, you were at least grateful to have a response. “Nothing…sorry,” you spoke up, giving it a rest for the time being.

The eerie silence only led to the intrusive thoughts of Sodapop no longer being alive. This was torture at its finest. The shower seemed to drag on longer than you would’ve liked.

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As the day came to a quiet evening, Sodapop had already climbed into bed for the night. Darrel could be found in the kitchen with Ponyboy baking a chocolate cake for tomorrow’s usual breakfast. Clutching your pillow and stuffed bear you’d had since childhood by your side, you crept inside his darkened room. He was lying on his front side, face buried in his pillow. A smile adorned your face once you saw him sleeping peacefully underneath the warm bedding. You tip-toed for Ponyboy’s spot in bed and lifted the corner of the sheets to slide in underneath them. Sodapop stirred and scooted further back toward his side of the bed. His eyes could make out your figure, halfway crawled into bed. “What’re you doin’?”

You were quick to reply, fully laying on your back now that he was awake. “I just wanted to sleep in here tonight…” you shrugged, the stuffed teddy a source of comfort against your chest.

Normally Sodapop would’ve urged it's best for you to not upset Ponyboy by taking his spot in bed. He felt tremendously guilty for earlier’s mention of the accident, it only made him want to ease your concern for his wellbeing. Sodapop could sense the constant fear nagging at you that if he wasn’t with you, he was gone as well. He wasn’t stupid - he was well aware. “Scoot over so there’s room for three,” he sighed softly before pulling your arm closer.

You could feel his lips curled into a loving grin against your hair. It was getting late, so it was a given that Ponyboy would walk in any moment now and settle down for the night. Your back against Sodapop’s chest provided a warm feeling inside. His arm was almost trapping you beside him from how tightly the embrace was. Feeling his heartbeat thumping against your back eased any nervousness that still lingered in your mind.

Sure enough, the hallway lights could be heard flicking off with a quick hit to the switch. A faint ‘goodnight’ was barely audible through the closed wooden door. Ponyboy twisted the knob and saw an unfamiliar shadow beside Sodapop in bed. He groaned once the realization swept over his head that it was you. “Alright, outta my bed,” he commanded with a rather sassy eye roll.

The sheets were flung off of your body as Ponyboy expectantly waited for you to leave. Sodapop squeezed you tighter against himself. “Pony, let her stay.”

Ponyboy scoffed and furrowed his brows in frustration. “Stay - ?! This is our bed, she has her own!”

Sodapop stifled a groan of his own, his hand extending to toss the bedding back over your body. “You’ve got room, either sleep with us or take her bed. It’s just for tonight...”

Ponyboy took one last glance at the two of you before plopping himself down in a huff. “You don’t even need to be here, it ain’t your bed,” he grumbled as he fiddled with the blanket that had been kicked to his side.

You felt guilty enough as is, but now the guilt had grown stronger. You exhaled softly and let your eyes drift shut. “I’m sorry,” is all you could manage to say in response before it turned to a whole meltdown on why you needed to stay close to Sodapop.

Ponyboy’s anger subsided to a calm and aloof demeanor. He was most likely too tired to even argue it anymore.

“I just can’t go back to my room…not when Soda’s all the way in here,” you explained, your voice kept at a quiet whisper. No response from either of them. That sickening feeling of loss had begun to eat you alive yet again now that you lay awake, speaking to your unresponsive brothers.

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Morning came once again, except this time you weren’t woken up to the bird’s singing outside, or one of your brothers pouncing over your resting body. It was as if your mind already knew that Sodapop had left. Ponyboy too, it was nearly ten o’clock in the morning when the lonely feeling sank back in. You sighed and propped yourself up onto the pillows, using your forearms for support.

A muffled sound escaped your lips, immediately calling for Sodapop. Obviously, he couldn’t hear you behind a closed door. You sprung out of bed, the stuffed bear falling to the floor along with you. With a swift twist of the doorknob, you sprinted down the hallway to catch sight of Ponyboy in the kitchen.

“Soda - Soda - where’s Soda?” you asked frantically, no sign of your two eldest brothers being around.

Ponyboy bit into a mouthful of chocolate cake, not caring to finish chewing before speaking, “Leavin’ for work, why?”

You shook your head without another word and scrambled for the front door, pajamas and all. You saw Sodapop buckling in beside Darrel as he slipped on a shirt. You sprinted towards the car, shouting and pleading for them to wait.

“Soda, Darry!” you called out, your hand smacking the side of the car to stop the vehicle. Darrel looked beyond frustrated to see you causing such a scene. Sodapop was filled with great concern, even as the adrenaline rushing throughout your body masked your fear. He gave a head tilt to signal Darrel to let him handle this.

“I’m here,” he replied in an assertive tone, his empathic eyes feeling every emotion you’ve felt since yesterday’s accident. He understood you better than anyone. Reaching a hand out to pull you closer, his gentle grasp latched onto your wrist. He leaned closer to you and spoke lowly, “You alright, kid? You’re scarin’ us, y’know.”

You nodded. In all honesty, you were okay now that you’d seen Sodapop. It felt like every second spent away from him was hell on earth. He could be hurt, laying out in the street somewhere - dead.

“I’m coming with you,” you insisted, tugging on the backseat door behind Sodapop. It didn’t open. Instead, Darrel’s husky voice backed you away from the handle.

“Coming with us -? No kids allowed, be realistic for once.” Darrel gave you a stern warning that if you didn’t head back indoors then you would never hear the end of it.

Sodapop exhaled sharply and glanced between you both, trying to handle the situation. He locked eyes on you, giving you the same empathic look as before. “Just…” he gave Darrel a wince before facing you again, “You got five minutes to get ready and then we're leaving.”

Your smile reappeared yet again, immediately racing back up the stairs leading to the front door. The sound of your brothers’ voices grew louder even as the distance between you and the car grew. A glimpse of the two arguing caused a bitter pang in your heart. Pushing the feeling away, you darted for the bathroom.

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“She can stay with me. The DX ain’t in a bad area, she’ll be fine…” Sodapop spoke softly to Darrel, trying to reason as to why you should come along to work with them.

You settled yourself in the vehicle as it began to propel forward. The tension of the previous argument still lingered, but at least Darrel kept quiet as soon as you were in a close enough radius to hear the bickering. He wouldn’t be caught dead speaking of you like that while you were listening.

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Taking Sodapop’s hand, he led you inside of the gas station in which he worked. You’d been here countless times before, bumming around with your brother’s friends as they smoked and attempted to sweet-talk any girl that passed. Sodapop and Steve never did, they would be fired after receiving complaints for doing such activities. Sodapop would always bend the rules, slipping a few snacks and whatnot into his pocket before leaving work. The DX brought back fond memories even as you stepped inside the front door, a small bell ringing overhead, indicating your entry.

“Now, I ain’t supposed to have company,” Sodapop spoke quietly, holding onto your shoulder and bending down a bit to be eye level with you, “But I couldn’t say no, I just couldn’t.”

Your eyes stung from the tears that dared to form during such a heartfelt moment. Sodapop was aware?

“Soda, I can’t lose you too,” your voice quivered as you quickly closed the distance between one another. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Sodapop immediately reciprocated the hug.

“I know, I know…” he replied as he softly stroked the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a soothing motion. “You ain’t losin’ me anytime soon, I can promise you that.”

You willingly let the tears fall from your cheeks, landing on Sodapop’s shoulder which dampened the fabric quite a lot. He didn’t mind at all, in fact - he was glad you were no longer bottling yourself up. You squeezed him tighter, wishing the hug could ensure you’d never lose him. “I love you,” you spat out in a desperate cry.

Sodapop nodded along, the soothing motion of his hand still in effect. “I love you too y’know, a lot,” he said with a delicate tone, one he only used with you. You were his little sister and he would never let anything separate the two of you.

You just don’t stop living because you lose somebody.

It was as if the hug was the one thing you needed - the one thing that could ease your pain. Learning to cope with the death of your parents was by far the most difficult task you’d faced. Memories of the accident only strengthened your love for your brothers, clinging onto them as if you’d lose them next. Living in constant fear, dreading any separation was no healthy way to cope. The only way to cure the feeling of this overwhelming pain was to cherish your brothers like never before. And that’s exactly what you did.

[one-pissed-off-child]

vehicle headcanons bc im like. so bored

Lenore 100% rides a motorcycle, most likely a Harley or a Triumph. She enjoys a good street race, but only on remote roads that have been marked off and never spontaneously or on high ways. She used to do stunts with dirt bikes and atv's before her injury, but it plays hell with her hip now, so she just rides standard. She doesn't drive much, but if she had to get a car, it'd be a classic muscle car like a Firebird. She's an offensive driver insofar as she's more than willing to take a fender bender to prove a point and she will chase a bitch down if they run. Only if it's just her in the car, though. She mostly drives one-handed and rests her right hand on the console (or Annabel's thigh). She does enjoy cruising in a car but not as much as feeling Annabel hug her from behind on a bike

Annabel's ride would be Lenore a Cadillac, Porsche, and an Audi. She switches them out as the occasion calls for it. Her father bought all three. She trades them in for the lastest models every five years or earlier bc she couldn't be caught dead in a model that's gone out of style. People assume she likes being chauffeured around, but being in a vehicle she has no direct control of gives her hives, so 9 times out 10, she's going to be the one driving. The only people she trusts on the wheel are Prospero and Lenore. Very defensive driver bc she's always thinking 20 steps ahead and can smell bullshit from a mile away. She tells people she prefers convertibles for the visibility, but she really just likes watching Lenore hop over the door into the passenger seat.

Ada would sell her soul for a bright pink Porsche. Unfortunately, a brand new one is def out of her price range, and every time she buys a used one that she can afford, it craps out in like five months or so. She's forced to settle on a lightest burgundy Camry she can find at some point and she's bitching about it to everyone that can hear. She is the most godawful driver you will ever see. Road rage like no other. For years, she thought turn signals were a useless formality until a horrified Prospero told her otherwise. The fact that she has a license is the eighth wonder of the world (her tester was severely hungover). She keeps subtly asking to borrow Annabel's Porsche, but Anna just smiles and changes the subject.

Pluto has a crappy little Beetle that he stole from his dad, and to separate it from him would be to cut his heart out with a rusty butter knife. He's also a defensive driver but not in the same way Anna is. He's just very hyperaware of everything, which is great for snap reactions but can cause him to overreact sometimes. Does not play music or take his eyes off the road ever bc he's scared of getting distracted. Prefers taking mainroads bc high way speeds makes him nervous. He loves his car, but he'll typically just take the bus for short distances. The only time he's even marginally relaxed while driving is when his friends are with him, especially Eulalie.

Montessori has a Mustang, and he drives it like an asshole. I'm talking tailgating, cutting, muffler delete, zero turn signal whatsoever, always going at least twenty over, racing randoms on the highway etc etc. Rarely gets road rage, but causes it on a daily basis. One of his favorite plays is talking someone into a race, losing on purpose, betting money on a second race, and smoking their ass with his turbocharger. Yes, his car is kitted with every mod known to man, and yes, it does look like a douchebag owns it. He keeps trying to goad Lenore into a race, and she keeps rejecting him bc 1. She knows his schemes, and 2. She's not entirely convinced he won't try to run her over.

Eulalie prefers not to drive and doesn't own a car. It took forever to get her license bc she's so easily distracted that she's at risk of drifting into other lanes and/or hitting something. She did manage to get it eventually, but having to be constantly vigilant stresses her out, so she just bikes/skates (skateboarder Eulalie real) or uses public transit or grabs a ride from a friend. Despite everything, she's actually a very good and courteous driver when she's paying attention. She stops for pedestrians, bikers, ducks on the road, and so on. Her driving style is very smooth and steady in a way that could lull you to sleep. Until she has to slam the breaks to avoid sailing into oncoming traffic. She thinks it'd be really cool to own a Hearse with a black/purple color scheme, though. She shares a bus pass with Pluto

(Pt.2 cuz this got too long)

[elfdragon12]

Ohh Arcee's a lambo I couldn't recognise what her alt mode was!! Really hoping next issue gives us a good look at it!

Yeah, lambos have a specific curve to them other luxury/sports car brands don't use and that design has stayed pretty consistent through the years, which is how I recognized the alt mode. (Cliffjumper is possibly a 90s era Pontiac Firebird?)

As you can see, fender to trunk is all one curve!

They're not my favorite luxury/sports car design, but it's a pretty slick and cool choice for Arcee! I'm excited to see more of it!

[the-firebird69]

This is one way to do the front end is not tough and it does look real and it makes it look like a Porsche it is really not that hard it says if it's smoother and the fenders are smoothed out and wide body it would look better but it's pretty damn good the way he did it it's better than nothing

Tommy f

Or she yeah that's funny yeah you don't need this car

Hera

Okay we're all getting motivated here

Mac daddy

Yeah you guys are slow

Zues

Oh boy

Mac daddy

Oh yeah I seem to remember something like that the firebird Jen made it into a nightmare for them

So they went along with it

Tommy f

They are into the stuff I can beat up women Jenna says

We're going to go ahead and do it cuz I'm sick of it already none of you can take it it says stuff like me it's really weird

Megan Merkel

Olympus

I got to get out of this this is one way out probably not start world war 3 oh boy

Ben Arnold

It wasn't really that soft but there was a lot of Peace back then

Macs

We are going to watch out for the stuff yes

Olympus

[maximuswolf]

Squier Modding or Buying A New Guitar

Squier Modding or Buying A New Guitar I am a self produced artist and I also mix and engineer for myself and I like playing with my instruments too but I’m also tryna find a unique sound to my music but also not spend crazy amounts of money unless it’s necessary.I’m tryna find a way to find my sound and I’m thinking of modding my one and only electric guitar that I have rn and which it’s also my first guitar that I’ve been using for like three years which is a SquierBut I don’t know if I should mod it or buy a new guitar with an already set and distinct sound to itself.If I was to buy a new guitar it would be between an Epiphone Firebird, A Fender Stratocaster, or a Jagstang. (Assume that I would buy most of these used)If I was too mod my Squier I would change the tuners to some gotoh tuners, a gotoh 510 bridge or vegatram (both are floating bridges), change the chrome and silver parts to gold. The pickups would go something like this, a Les Paul humbucker at the neck pickup, a reverse lipstick tele pickup in the middle, and a mini humbucker on the bridge pickup. If I have to settle between having a humbucker on both neck and bridge or mini humbucker in neck and bridge I would choose the mini humbucker if I can’t have both separate pickups. The pickups would be gold.I’m trying to figure out which would be worth the money and time, but im also tryna have some flair n style n uniqueness to my sound to my production in music and I don’t know if changing the parts would do me any good and save me some time to buying and going through new guitars or if I should just switch guitars and just have 2 guitars on standby whenever I want to change between smooth or rocky.The options are modding my squier or buying a new one please give me some recommendations on what I could do to find a unique sound.And give me some recommendations on parts if your for the modding. Submitted April 23, 2024 at 04:57AM by Secret-Flight4214 https://ift.tt/vawFxte via /r/Music

[daddysmusicblog]

Guitar Geek Corner

Welcome to guitar geek corner. This is a new thing where I share music triva and gear talk.

Today's Artist:

S.R.V.

Powerhouse Texas bluesman Stevie Ray Vaughan. From 1983 to 1990, Stevie Ray was the leading light in American blues, consistently selling out concerts while his albums regularly went gold. His tragic death in 1990 at age 35 cut short a brilliant career in blues and American rock & roll just as he was on the brink of superstardom.

Stevie was known for playing a Fender Stratocaster with a sketchy history. His favorite and signature guitar, which he named "number one" was believed to be a 1959 body which had been modified with a 1961 D shaped neck and a odd period with the fretboard wood being Pau Fero instead of the more traditional Rosewood or Maple slab fretboard material which had the norm coming out of the Fullerton, California factory.

Through the years due to his vicious and relentless playing style the guitar began to morph into its characteristic battle worn patina.

Watch this clip of Stevie Live at the El Mocombo

In Toronto.

Stevie played many guitars throughout his career. Mostly various types of Stratocasters. Occasionally you would see him with a Gibson ES-335, Les Paul or an Epiphone Riviera.

But the most interesting weapon in his guitarsenal if you will, is the Gibson Firebird.

Used in several live shows this is the guitar recorded almost as much as number one.

Stevie is pictured here playing his 1964 Firebird at Boston Street Market in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in 1982, at an early Double Trouble show. The guitar was customised to suit his playing. 

This man had such an impact on me. His music is thunderous and powerful and yet he is such a gentle spirit. Stevie you will never be forgotten thank you for everything you gave us in your short time on this planet. Just how much has Stevie influenced my life?

You tell me...

If you like music and guitar geek history give this a reblog or a like. If I get enough likes I'll make this a regular thing.

[pikmin-applebloom-art]

anyone else only draw those angular guitars/bass guitars over the ones that have a more organic shape because they’re easier to draw?

this is what I’m referring to

it’s DIFFICULT to get the Organic shaped ones right. But the angular ones can be achieved with a ruler.

Btw feel free to mention if you actually play guitar alongside drawing

[tomtoneefx]

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Johnny Depp’s Guitar Collection

1956 Fender Telecaster

Fender Stratocaster Electric Guitar

Duesenberg Johnny Depp Artist Series Electric Guitar

Gibson Les Paul Standard Electric Guitar

Gretsch G5441T Double Jet with Bigsby RW Firebird Red

Gibson Custom Joe Perry Boneyard Les Paul Electric Guitar

Gibson Les Paul Special Double-Cut Electric Guitar

Ibanez 2459 Destroyer

Duesenberg Johnny Depp Unique “Wooden Fence” Guitar

Paoletti Leonardo 500 IL Giglio

Echopark La Carne

Gibson Flying V Electric Guitar

Gibson SG Junior

Duesenberg Alliance Mike Campbell I

Gibson Les Paul Custom Electric Guitar

Vintage Gibson L3 Acoustic Guitar

Gibson Les Paul Junior Double-Cut TV Yellow

Gretsch G5021WPE Rancher Penguin Acoustic

Echopark Ghetto Bird

Gibson Reverse Flying V

Gibson Explorer Electric Guitar

Gibson Joe Perry Axcess Les Paul

Duesenberg Caribou

Gibson SG Junior 60’s Electric Guitar

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1970 Pontiac Formula 400

1970 Pontiac Formula 400 – The Other Performance Firebird

The story behind the development of GM’s F-body ponycars has been well documented. When Ford’s groundbreaking Mustang debuted in 1964, it tapped an emerging youth market that was hungry for a new type of car geared specifically to them. GM misjudged the public’s response to the Mustang and then scrambled to develop a similar style car after witnessing Ford’s unprecedented first model year sales success. Chevrolet was the lead division in engineering the F-body, and Pontiac grudgingly accepted the platform for their use in March 1966, only after GM management turned down PMD General Manager John DeLorean’s proposal for his own Mustang fighter.

Pontiac didn’t have much time to transform the Firebird from its Camaro configuration before releasing it in February 1967. Their design and engineering lead time was significantly reduced and consequently, the Firebird was forced to use quite a bit of Camaro sheetmetal and other components. Competition between Pontiac and Chevrolet was intense, and having to use the other division’s engineering and design was a bitter pill for DeLorean’s maverick staff to swallow.

The circumstances surrounding the second generation Firebird were another story. Pontiac actually began working on their second generation just as the first Firebirds were hitting dealer showrooms. From design to engineering, Pontiac dominated the divisional rivalry, and this time around the Firebird would be all Pontiac from roof to road. There was little carried over to the second generation with the exception of the Trans Am nameplate and basic engine configurations. The suspension was tuned for more responsive handling with little compromise to ride comfort. Computer aided engineering chose the proper front and rear spring deflection rates predicated on model and usage. Stabilizer bars were used front and rear and the steering box was mounted ahead of the front axle for better response.

The sexy new body was rooted in GM styling chief Bill Mitchell’s infatuation with Italian sports car design. GM chose heavily from the rounded shapes of Ferrari and Maserati, and it showed in the smooth flow of fender lines, the curved window glass and raked windshield. One remarkable difference from pervious GM designs was the lack of a quarter window. Instead, the doors were lengthened to take up a larger portion of the quarter. The massive doors were heavy, however the side appearance was cleaner and far sportier. A lift bar door handle added to the smooth side look. Chrome was distinctively absent. The Native American-inspired Firebird emblem was on the decklid and the nose of all but base model cars.

Up front, the twin nostril grille and single headlamps provided a clean appearance, thanks to the use of Endura to create a bumper-less front end with a valance that cleanly rolled beneath the grille with large cross hair parking lamps mounted in the lower corners of the valance. At the rear, the smooth tumble home enhanced the Firebirds fuselage shape. The tail was flat and filled with twin tail lamps that met the quarter panel’s round rear profile. A recessed tag housing, thin blade chrome rear bumper, and rounded lower valance completed the rear end’s clean look.

Inside, the Firebird’s wide, expansive dash housed the instrument panel consisting of three center nacelles for gauges, with smaller gauges at the right and room for the heater controls and additional switches and knobs. Directly below the center of the dash was another stack that contained the radio and ashtray. Even the base interior was sumptuous, with Pontiac’s indestructible Morrokide vinyl upholstery covering the bucket seats and door panels. The quarter trim panels and headliner were composed of molded polymeric material that provided a smooth surface and absorbed sound.

The 1970 Pontiac line up was composed of the base Firebird with 250 cid six, the mid range, 350 cid Espirit, the 400 cid Formula 400, and the 400 cid Ram Air Trans Am. Of the four, perhaps the most intriguing was the Formula 400. While the Trans Am was loaded with visuals like a shaker hood, fender mounted air extractors, wild front air spoiler, rear wheel opening air spoilers, and wide center stripe, the Formula had none of these. For those who preferred to have a muscular pony car sans the exterior adornments, the Formula 400 was just the ticket. Outside, the only difference between the mild mannered Espirit and the Formula was a special fiberglass hood that sported a pair of front reaching hood scoops (first considered for the Trans Am), sport style dual outside mirrors, and a pair of Formula 400 scripts below the Firebird nameplate on the fenders.

Under the sheetmetal, however, is where the $3,440 Formula’s credentials lay. Standard engine was the 400 cid V8 which generated 330 horsepower @ 4800rpm and 430 lbs.-ft. torque @ 3000rpm. Car & Driver tested a Formula 400 with this engine and automatic transmission and recorded a 0-60 acceleration time of 6.4 seconds and quarter mile performance of 14.7 seconds at 98.9mph.

The optional engine was the Ram Air III V8, which produced 345 horsepower @ 5000rpm and 430 lbs.-ft. torque @ 3400rpm, thanks in part to a higher compression and a more aggressive camshaft profile. While Pontiac offered a 370 horsepower Ram Air IV, it never found its way into a Formula 400. On the Ram Air III equipped Formulas, the hood scoops were opened and a pair of rubber “boots” were fitted to the hood’s underside. They snugged up to holes in the air cleaner snorkels and fed cold outside air to the Rochester Quadra Jet carburetor. Subtle “RAM AIR” decals were affixed to the outboard sides of the hood scoops. The Formula’s 400 engine was dressed up with chromed air cleaner lid and valve covers. Dual exhausts with chrome tips were also standard.

Standard transmission was the M13, a heavy duty Dearborn three-speed manual box. A pair of Muncie four speeds was offered optionally, the wide ratio M20 and close ratio M21. Also optional was the M40 three-speed Turbo Hydra Matic transmission. A 3.55:1 rear axle ratio was standard, while air conditioned models received 3.31:1 ratios. Optional ratios were 3.07:1 and 3.73:1.

The Formula received a firmer suspension with 300-pounds/inch deflection in the front springs and 103 pounds/inch in the rear. The front stabilizer measured 1.125 inches in the front and the rear bar was .620 inches with firm control shocks mounted at all four corners. Front disc brakes were standard with rear drums. Standard tires were F70 x 14 on six-inch steel rims. The Trans Am’s tighter suspension was offered optionally. It consisted of 300 pounds/inch front and 126 pounds/inch springs in the rear, 1.250 inch stabilizer bar at the front, and fat .875 inch bar aft. Wider F60x 15 Polyglas tires mounted on 15 x 7 Rally II wheels without trim rings rounded out the package. Add the variable ratio power steering and power brakes and the Formula responded right now! to steering input and could dive deeper into corners and come out faster. Its only competition was big brother Trans Am and the Corvette.

Inside, the Formula’s instrument panel was faced in a wood grained appliqué. Optional was a Rally Gauge that placed an 8000-rpm tach in the left housing along with a small analog clock. In the smaller center housing was the engine temperature and oil pressure gauges. The right housing contained the 160mph speedometer with the smaller fuel gauge and voltmeter to the far right. Two consoles were offered, one between the front buckets that contained the transmission shifter, the other between the optional rear buckets.

Of the 7,708 Formula 400s produced in 1970, 2,777 were equipped with manual transmissions. Exactly 4,931 were fitted with the M40 automatic transmission. One of those M40 equipped Formulas is owned by Jack Nichols of Orlando, Fla. Jack performed a complete restoration on the Formula several years ago, bringing it back to correct factory standards. The Atoll Blue Formula is fitted with the optional Ram Air engine, open scoops and underhood induction system. Inside, the tan Morrokide interior features console, optional three-spoke Formula steering wheel with padded rim, Rally gauges and air conditioning.

Text and Photography By Paul Zazarine © Car Collector Magazine, LLC. (Click for more Car Collector Magazine articles) Originally appeared in the March 2008 Issue

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Time Capsule Or Restoration? '64 Chevy Impala Hits The Used Car Market Trying Great

Production noticed easiest cars to restore a slight dip to 270,907, however worth went up to a $5,828 starting worth. Although the grille was bumped again up, it was the small changes that have been touted.

Chevy decided to proceed manufacturing via 1957 with the only headlights until 1958 when they may produce all their cars with dual lights. Hence, the Chevy Impala was among the pontiac firebird many first to be designed and built with four headlights next to the grill. Several other cars were canceled, together with the Chevy Volt and Cruze, the Buick LaCrosse, and Cadillac XTS and CT6.

Every time the Impala has been discontinued, designers have discovered a way to revive it. This last generation, nonetheless, could probably be the adored automobile's final gasp. The car was also fashionable on the inside, with color shows and a display screen within the center console for navigation and smartphone integration. Three engine choices had been included with the 2014 model, with the three.6-liter V6 being essentially the most powerful engine at 303 horsepower. An SS trim providing returned in 2004 with a 240-horsepower V6 engine.

The 1964 Chevrolet Impala has a decades-long stronghold on popular culture that has millions of music followers across generations rapping about 20-inch blades on the Impala. More particularly than just popular culture, '90s rap featured the '64 Impala in sufficient songs for it to turn out chevy impala to be a piece of nostalgia for followers and musicians. Dr. Dre notably featured the 'sixty four Impala in at least three songs and music videos that each one featured Snoop Dogg, "Still D.R.E.," "Let Me Ride," and "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang."

In 1961 Chevy launched the Impala SS, with power choices together with the brand new (and now very rare) 360-hp 409 cid (6.7-liter) V-8. After 'sixty two, the SS grew to become primarily an appearance bundle, nevertheless it still could be ordered with Chevrolet's largest engines and beefed-up chassis elements. The SS package deal was dropped for 1970, though the Impala could still be ordered with big-block power. The 1966 Impala was a light restyle of the 1965, featuring a model new instrument panel, grille, wheel covers (except for SS models), and rectangular taillights that wrapped around to the aspect of the quarter panels. Standard features now included lap belts entrance and rear, reverse lamps, day/night rearview mirror, and a padded dashboard. All variations of the 2019 Impala include an 8-way power-adjustable driver seat, while a similarly adjustable passenger seat is on the choices record.

Chevrolet had a rudimentary "power vent" system that includes vents in the instrument panel. The ignition change was moved from the instrument panel to the steering column, and when the key was removed, the steering wheel and shift lever were locked. The 1967 mannequin was redesigned with enhanced Coke bottle styling that featured Corvette-inspired front and rear fender bulges. The L72 engine was not available in 1967, but the L36 Turbo-Jet V8 was elective.

After speaking with Bobby Singer, Dean goes on a drive by way of Heaven, eventually meeting up with Sam on a bridge after his own dying. In The Future, after Castiel's truck breaks down, he is compelled to stay at a motel with Kelly Kline. When Dean and Sam arrive with the Impala, they have an inclination to take each Castiel and Kelly again to the Bunker. While they leave the two contained in the Impala while they discuss things, Kelly drives off with the Impala in course of the Heavenly Portal, forcing Dean to fix Castiel's truck and chase after them. Once Dagon has been killed on the Heavenly Portal, Castiel escapes with Kelly, utilizing his truck as quickly as extra.

The 9C1 and 9C3 additionally had the option of getting the spoiler seen on the LT and LTZ until being changed by the spoiler that's on the SS in 2009. In 2007, Active Fuel Management became an choice across the board for the Impala. The police sedans received FlexFuel capability in 2008 to compete in opposition to the Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor, which additionally obtained a similar feature permitting it to make the most of E85. Instead, the Police Sedan used the unique center caps or the older style wheel covers which have been carried over from the 8th technology mannequin.

In We Happy Few, Sam drives the Impala to The Darkness' Lair to rescue Lucifer. However, the trio is intercepted by Amara on their approach to the Bunker. Sam tries to drive away, however Amara restrains them and prepares to kill. God retrieves the complete automobile mercury cougar simply in time and dumps it unceremoniously in one of many rooms within the Bunker. On the street, the Impala feels composed, absorbs bumps simply, and offers a hushed journey.

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Joe Rogan's 1969 Chevy Nova Restomod

By Dave Ashton

If you have watched enough of Joe Rogan’s very popular podcast, you will have no doubt about his love of classic muscle cars. One standout vehicle in Mr Rogan’s collection is a custom 1969 Chevy Nova Restomod, produced by Pure Vision Design with a supercharged LT4 V8 powertrain.

In reality, Mr Rogan has quite an eclectic mix of vehicles in his collection, going from off-road performance like a 2021 Ford Raptor Hennessey Velociraptor 600, to even German engineering like a 2008 SharkWerks Porsche 997 911 GT3 RS. But for somebody who is American born and raised, a custom muscle car build is an obvious choice. Especially an example such as in 1969 Chevrolet Nova, a vehicle that is as tough and rugged looking now as it has ever been.

The video below walks you through the background behind the custom build, inspiration, and mechanicals. The custom build is also clearly a labor of love for the team, who quite rightly wax lyrical about every aspect of the car.

As with any custom muscle car build worth its salt, the powertrain is a key component. This particular Chevy Nova features a supercharged 6.2L LT4 V8, basically, the same variant found in the Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. Without any tweaks to the power levels, the engine is good for 650 hp and 650 lb-ft. of torque, going through a 6-speed manual Tremec transmission. No power steering here.

The sheet metal used in the build was custom shaped and sourced from other vehicles such as a Camaro and Firebird, resulting in a 3 inches extra width to the vehicle. The interior is also completely bespoke, with added old and new extras such as an infotainment screen, and even Fender Telecaster electric guitar knobs for some of the accompaniments.

In essence, check out the full video below, even if it is just to get an idea of all the subtle details added to this wonderful custom build.

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One of our crew replaced the switch and it is now run on a four AA battery pack that is attached via velcro in the tank. The bulbs are burned out but the light does work. The peddles work and are in ok shape we did not replace them since they are original.

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These were part of a series bikes they named and fashioned after popular cars of the era from what we have been told.

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People are horrible it's in there pestering him and saying all sorts of stuff you can't do that with this car and things like that and they don't know what they're talking about and they're going to get a rude lesson because they're very rude people saying you can't do anything and we'll have anything it's just a pipe dream and they're losing everything and I'm going to be dead for them to stop doing this just like you said it might happen.

You can see the lines match and the window matches parsley and when you put in the panel you put a panel that goes over the window a little and the rear end is very much different but we have seen people concrete and it is by making the trunk lid integral with the panels that go on the sides and the way you do that is the whole thing opens off of hinge it is put on the inside of your roof and we do have mounting kits and it does go through your roof it's not real hard to put on and the roofing system is not that complicated on these cars and it opens all the way up just like a supercar kind of looks like one when it's opened you don't know what he's doing is putting groceries in there and stuff. It has to be this one cuz the front end doesn't go down on the other ones and it's about the same length it's only about it's a few inches longer not but you can change that with the fairing and it does do that and it would be the rounded wide body look really it's a big change but here's why and I I'm going to put the stats out and it's when you use our kit on this particular car this is a V8 2007 Pontiac firebird and it is a special but not not the top of the line and Diesel tons of these it's one of the top sellers of all time for firebird and it out sold the Camaro

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*0 to 60 this includes the new exhaust that's DOT approved and top end 3.2 seconds

*quarter mile this is about 6.9 seconds

*top speed 970 mph and we will have to include a limiter it's your duty to put it on there

The kid would include everything it would have to be the color of your car unless you request a different color cuz you're going to use paint. A lot of people want to use the day Tomaso colors and we think that's nice and very good we will offer it but we will say that you should tell us your color of your car if you're going to keep the car you're going to keep the interior you're going to keep the drivetrain and the engine the transmission the differential axles and suspension you need to change your tires and your rims to fit the kit and we tell you which tires and which rims or you can order them this is way the kit should be made and they want someone who will Warehouse it and sell it to your own and a few others or whatever you want just if we can sell millions that's fine this is a great kit this car goes 250 mph stock no it goes 180 and it's pitiful when you change it and we have a fairing on the front and it doesn't slow it down the reason why it goes so much faster one is it has about 300 horsepower when we give you the exhaust and the top end it increases it to 450 horsepower secondly when you remove the panels and the fenders and you have to work on the bumper you retain it but you move it the weight is reduced by about 350 pounds which isn't that much but the aerodynamics is completely different you would be astonished at how much faster it is and why it's a very odd thing and it's this exact car the the this wide body that we tested it goes very very fast it's unbelievable the weight difference is not that much and you don't affect your electronics and you don't change the wiring the top end does change from your fuel injection you're going to a different system no you're changing the fuel injection system completely but that doesn't really affect the air dynamics and it's a very odd thing we tested the day tomorrow we did a conversion kit to a day Tomaso from a firebird and it goes extremely fast and we believe these are the right numbers and we're going to put one together and see how fast it goes and the guys say they have one similar but they're looking it up and they're saying that the top end is about 870 miles per hour so everything else is pretty close 060 is like 3.9 seconds and it's because it's a V8 and the quarter mile is 6.9 seconds so they have one that's done like this I said no this one will be faster and it'll probably make up for the 870 would be the then above it'll be 980 mph and back to about 2.8 seconds so that's an estimate but really is very very fast by comparison it's not even the same ballpark we know why it's it's a few things about aerodynamics the tires and rims are terrible if you change those this car goes 250 miles an hour they they suck that that makes sense so we're going to publish

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