Author: Adam

1200 miles in a Countach

I think if I’d been one of those people stopped at the side of the road when he passed me, I would’ve fainted, or thought I was imagining it. Lucky bastard.

Evo’s Harry Metcalfe drives his Lamborghini Countach QV the 1200 miles back from the Lamborghini factory in Italy, all the way to his house in the UK. The route included a blast along the Route Napoleon, a dash across central France and a trip on the Eurotunnel. Finishing off the next morning at his home in the Cotswolds.

Nyiragongo Crater

Excellent photo, although the “lake” looks more like a paddling pool, right? Click through, and start scrolling. Pause for a moment on pic 20.

The words you’re looking for are “holy fucking shit”.

Nyiragongo Crater
Nyiragongo Crater

 

GPS Jamming

Fascinating PDF hosted on the Irish Lights website about current threats to GPS — the amount of chaos that can be created using relatively cheap jammers is incredible. I’m sure the twits out there with jammers think they’re the bees-knees, but they’re in the same or worse category as the pinheads that think it’s funny to point a laser pointers at a plane.

Floppy Toccata & Fugue

For those of you that remember floppy drives, this is just the best.

For the rest of ye… well, you had to be there…

Last Call

Last call for beers in the Sextant tonight. I’ll be there for 7, hope a few of you will be able to leave your “friends” in loser-social-land for a little while to say hello. No offense like.

MMM: Not So Dinky

Lorenzo Quinn’s “Vroom Vroom”, currently installed on Park Lane in London (where all the big-nob dealers hang out). That’s a real Fiat 500.

Lorenzo Quinn: "Vroom Vroom"
Lorenzo Quinn: "Vroom Vroom"

Halcyon Gallery: The four-metre high sculpture consists of a vintage Fiat 500, the first car that the sculptor ever bought, grasped by an oversized aluminium child’s hand modelled from Quinn’s son.

Autoblog

Come on langers, meet me for a pint!

C’mon ye Facecrooks and Twits and feed reader fools, ye haven’t seen me for ages and I haven’t been outside a pint in ages. Come and join me for one in The Sextant on the First Friday of February, the Fourth, for Fun and Foolishness. There might be pig on a spit there, and if there isn’t there’ll be this pig gorging himself on lovely, lovely beer, and making an utter fool of himself. Sure what more could ye ask for!?