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radracer · 10 months
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Ford Mustang GTP Group 5
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stone-cold-groove · 3 months
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Dallas Grand Prix poster - 1984.
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wannaberacer · 3 months
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Ayrton Senna
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Ayrton Senna before retirement in the
soaking 1989 Australian Grand Prix in
Adelaide. Taken on 1600ASA film as the light
was poor. Whilst it was extremely wet the
conditions were not as bad as in the 1991 race
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just remembered paul newman had framed photos of tom cruise in his office along with his children…what if i feel to my knees…
they’re so………
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petit-papillion · 11 months
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Charles after the Pirelli tyre testing today | Barcelona | 6 June 2023
🎥 Scuderia Ferrari
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lostinchrome · 11 months
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1990 Camaro IROC by Garth Glazier
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Find a place where we belong
->Listen to I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany
Guanyu X Reader in a 1980s/21 Jump Street AU.
While investigating and hoping to bust a group of street racing gamblers, Y/N has to pose as Guanyu’s girlfriend in her first undercover assignment with the Jump Street Program.
Part one: Pilot
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Toto’s coffee sat forgotten as he poured over your work history. You sat, watching on as he all but ignored you.
“Well?”
“Unremarkable” he said, thumbing through pages and pages detailing your short career on the force. “Barely met quotas on parking tickets, partners say you’re untrainable, and past supervisors have called you noncommittal at best.”
In saying that, the police chief never looked up at you. He pushed your files to the side before taking off his glasses and taking the first real look at you.
“I’d like to recommend you to Captain Hamilton’s Jump Street Program.”
He kept talking. He explained the story behind Lewis Hamilton’s ragtag team of baby faced cops who couldn’t hack it anywhere else. Truly the team of misfit toys. Getting on the inside where any middle aged patrolman couldn’t reach without scaring everyone away.
Less of a shark among dolphins.
“So a narc?”
You interrupted Toto’s monologue.
“Essentially,” a new voice filtered in from behind you.
Leaned up against the doorframe, donned a pair of aviators and an aged leather jacket, captain Lewis Hamilton. The detective looking type. He pushed himself away from the frame and crossed the room to you, hand out for a firm handshake.
“We’re starting assignments now,” He said as he made a gesture for you to join the small group in another room.
Four sets of eyes tracked you to your seat, one unclaimed in the front. Your field of vision was taken up by a whiteboard with names and more names written on it.
The sets of eyes surrounding you belonged to a group easily mistaken for the teenagers you’d see riding their bikes in a cul de sac. Working their summer jobs at some amusement park.
The youngest looking of them, a shorter guy leaned over the table in front of him to better reach the conversation around him, wore shoulder holsters that held a pair of guns level with his chest.
The group settled down after Hamilton tapped the board a couple of times. Before tossing a marker’s cap at the shorter one leaned over the table. “I will put you outside, Tsunoda”
Pouting and making a heart shape with his hands, Tsunoda sunk into his chair. He, along with the others, settled into listening to Hamilton explaining their newest assignment.
“For the past six months a small group has been gambling on illegal street races throughout Miami,” Hamilton passed folders to each of the group members, “our main suspects are from two groups: West Seminole High School and Miami East Autobody. Guanyu, Y/N, Yuki, We’re sending the three of you to the school. Oscar and Logan get the autobody shop.”
“Oscar and Yuki will be our drivers,” Hamilton read over his folder, “Logan, Guanyu, focus on getting information from your targets” His eyes drifted to you, “Y/N, I want you at Guanyu’s hip.”
There was a simultaneous groan from the other boys, one speaking up, Yuki. “I’ve been here longer”
“You’re also scared of girls.”
Yuki threw that marker cap at Guanyu in response.
Hamilton raised his voice over the commotion, “the four I want you to focus on are Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, and the man over the whole operation: Fernando Alonso”
“Max and Daniel co-own that autobody shop, Max is the best of the best, he has outrun every unit in the city. He drives a 1980 Toyota Celica Supra. It looks stock, it’s not.” Lewis articulated his explanation with his slapping pictures onto the whiteboard beside him, pulled from a file in his hands.
You stared at the picture of what truly was an unassuming looking navy blue Toyota. Max stood next to it speaking to a taller man. Accompanying that was another picture, dark, blurry, two cars next to each other in the middle of a burnout.
“Daniel has a 67 Dodge Challenger, loud and obnoxious. Just like him”
The man from that first picture of Max reappeared. Only a printout from CCTV footage. Daniel outside of that gas station, chatting up a tall blonde while leaning against the aforementioned Dodge Challenger.
“Lando is a student at West Seminole. He has a prior history with reckless driving, driving under the influence, and was detained at fourteen for trying to get into a casino in Las Vegas,” Hamilton continued flipping through his file folders, “He drives a 1979 Porsche 911.”
Lando’s pictures were a collection of school photos. Aside from one taken outside of another gas station. That one wasn’t a CCTV shot, more likely some PI that followed him around.
“Fernando is an English Literature teacher at West Seminole. He drives a 1960 Fastback Mustang,” Hamilton put up a glossy picture of Fernando with his cherry red mustang, taken in the high school parking lot, “We believe he recruits drivers from his classes. Over half of our suspects have gone through him in West Seminole. The other half come from Miami East.”
The meeting continued on without anything else too interesting. More backstory on the group you would be watching. Some honorable mentions without much pull, but still suspects nonetheless. The guys asking questions. Yuki antagonizing Lewis when he can. Logan antagonizing Yuki.
Lewis moved on to explain everyone’s cover. Names, backstory, down to the car you drive. You, Audrey Kellen would be riding around with Guanyu, or David Choi in his 1980 Alfa Romeo Giulia. Yuki, Jude Ioki already had his 1987 Nissan Z. Oscar’s Aaron Meyers’ 1981 Camaro was modified enough to make the ground shake as it drove by, Lewis explained. He would go on to be the main driver. Against Yuki’s protests. Logan, Alex Reeves had his father’s 79 Chevy S10.
The meeting adjourned. Guanyu hung back to walk with you out of the briefing room. He fell in step with you as you passed him.
“Ready to go back to school?” He asked, nudging you in the side.
“Can I be honest?” You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets. He leaned towards you as if you were gearing up to let him in on some sort of secret. “Teenagers terrify me, so not really.”
He laughed. Maybe a bit of a generous laugh. You couldn’t help laughing along.
The two of you fought up to the rest of the guys. They chattered on together, barely registering that y’all had joined them. Even when you added to the conversation, they talked along with you as if you’d been there the entire time.
That night you’d go home and pack your school bag. It stayed in the back of your closet. You’d graduated high school in 82, your backpack was even older. One you’d used since the 70s.
Your younger sister had a less vintage Trapper Keeper you planned on stealing from her. Probably with a promise of a months worth of video and radio store allowance, extra time at the arcade, and some of Kate Bush’s latest on a new Walkman to keep her from asking questions.
On your way home you hit a radio store to pick up said Walkman and Kate Bush tracks.
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BRUTUS magazine, No.205(1989)
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dailydoseofcars · 23 days
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#8 Advertising Wednesday: R31 Street Smart
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Above is a advertisement found in magazines for the R31 Nissan Skyline. Now this is actually only half of the full Ad, however I think this crop version looks a lot better, it's even my lockscreen wallpaper. Below is the full advertisement
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In the 1980s Nissan was struggling because people saw their cars as boxy and dull, so they did the exact opposite of what most struggling companies did and they went into sports. the R31 did win some races but wasn't very good at it, however it did pave the way for the R32 and it's domination in motorsports.
Thank you for reading
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eightiesfan · 1 year
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Tyco Cliff Hangers - 1983
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dimalink · 9 days
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Highway Star. Super style. 8 bit. Rock. Deep Purple. Ritchie Blackmore at his peak of fame. Heavy metal. And good dynamics. And, also, it is a good memory.
So, I remember, how as a child. I and my bro, we have a game console Nes. 8 bit videogame console. We like it a lot. And, I can say, that first game – it was a racing game. With name – HighWay Star. In American region it is named as Rad Racer. And it was a game about a red car. Like Ferrari, sport car. Which is riding with the wind through the desert at first level. And I deep associate it with song by Deep Purple – HighWay Star.
I remember a videoclip also about a song HighWay Star. So, it has a special backgrounds, which are moving. And I cannot – not to do something. I made my own same pictures with several backgrounds. Just like it was in a clip HighWay Star.
8 bit star from highway. 8 bit highway star. With 8 bit sound. I think it is funny. So, I am still thinking, that Ritchie Blackmore will return with solo record, to sound like Highway Star. Videogame, good mood, new album. Cool drive sound. So positive sunny rock, cars. Everything on positive and so sunny!
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radracer · 10 months
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1983 Chevy Monte Carlo Pepsi Challenger
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muxas-world · 12 days
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In your tags abaut vale dads you say " he was raised by parents with a teenage mentality" I'm sorry, but what do you mean by that?
Valentino himself says in several interviews that his parents, being so young when they had him, were more like friends than parents (and here people tend to blame Graziano more but if you read articles and what he himself says about his mother, his mother It's the same maybe just nos as bad later on as grazino but theres a reason why he calls here just by his name),he always says that his parents were very young when they had him and if you take into account that Graziano was a hippy and I suppose his mother was the same, you can imagine what Vale's childhood was like ;)
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kply-industries · 8 months
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rootbeercarguy · 3 months
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Taken in 2012
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myimaginaryradio · 5 days
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Jerry Was A Race Car Driver - Primus
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