#fuchs wheels

[demoralised]

Porsche 911 T

#classic cars #porsche 911 #911 #aircooled #aircooled porsche #fuchs #fuchs wheels #vintage porsche #car #cars #automobiles #autos #auto #porsche

[aircooled911]

#porsche 911 #fuchs wheel

[dutchspur]

Reposted from @clubfuch courtesy of @wishuwerehair @low_e_nuf

#porsche #porsche turbo #porsche 911 #porsche 930 #porsche964 #porsche 997 #porsche classic #car art #stanced #widebody #Fuch wheels

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: FUCHS WHEELS. BRAND OF WHEELS. DMV: looks like FUCKS. It is a brand of wheels for Porsche, he has a Porsche Verdict: DENIED

#California license plate with text FUCHS #bot #ca-dmv-bot #california #dmv #funny #government #lol #public records

[tiktaalic]

this is probably the heels of succession talking but the communication gulf in barry felt. really really palpable. half a dozen characters making plans and then when another character pops in and says hey do you have plans? they go nope. not a one. and then set the self serving wheels in motion. and they're all doing it and they're all falling apart because everyone is moving their pieces without telling anyone. fuches fucked out of a deal janice's dad losing her to True Crime Reporting and sensationalism sally getting cut out of having narrative control hank leveraging Criminal Empire to help barry only to do an about face because BARRY'S making a deal. no one is talking to each other they're just running individual rat races that are throwing up blockades for everyone else

#etxt #barry

[wrongelheardsomewhere]

Captain Wrongel: If you were an animal, what would it be?

Fuchs: Probably... A kitten?

Lom: I don't know, maybe a horse? They are so beautiful and strong!

Archibald Dandy: I would be a hamster. And the type who is willing to voluntarily wind himself on a running wheel just to avoid living with these idiots.

#kievnauchfilm #киевнаучфильм #приключения капитана врунгеля #the adventure of captain wrongel #fuchs #фукс #captain Wrongel #капитан Врунгель #lom #archibald dandy #арчибальд денди #лом

[lyon-amore]

With you until the end of the world Chapter 17

Chapter 16

*Macie POV* 

My trust in Jake had always been blind. I never understood why since I met him, I decided to trust him without hesitation. Today I trust him again. That we'll get out of here alive and we'll get away from the FBI.     "Sorry if I hurt you." he says, grabbing my arm.     “This is nothing compared to some nights we've had.” I tease so there isn't too much tension in the air, but he doesn't laugh.      He just looks at me like he doesn’t care. He had already started his performance. He squeezes my arm hard, forcing me to get out of the car. He doesn't let go and he comes out too, pointing the gun at me. He places his arm around my neck. He doesn't press hard, but at least he would give the impression that he's holding me back. Then I feel the cold gun on my skin.     "I am sorry you have to do this" he whispers in a worried tone for me ", I promise you will be fine."     “You owe me a nice dinner for this.” I whisper just to him.      I hear how he laughs this time. I am partly relieved to hear his laugh. Everything will be fine. 

John Fusch and my father get out of the FBI car, looking at us worriedly. While Fusch, as if admiring a big money acquisition. So many years chasing Jake and now he's in front of him. It sure feels like it's Christmas day.     "Hi Jake" Fusch greets with a smile ", it's such a pleasure to finally meet."     “Toss and turn a bit.” Jake whispers to me.      Right, I’m supposed to pretend he’s holding me hostage.     “Let me go!” I mutter, trying to get rid of him. "Dad! Help me!” I yell as I extended a hand in his direction.     “Macie!” my father yells my name wanting to get closer to us.      Fusch stops him, and Jake just presses the gun harder against me, causing me to tilt my head a little to the side. My gaze must clearly reflect fear, but not because of how Jake has me, but because of Fusch. I'm afraid he won't think twice and shoot Jake.     "You have left me without a wheel" Jake tells them in an annoyed voice ", I think I should have the pleasure of borrowing your car, Mr. Fusch."     "That's not going to be possible, Mr. Jake" Fusch raises the gun, straight at him “. I warned you Miss Connors, you should have finished him off. Look how you are now .”     &lt;<This man is useless in investigating or he may be faking it so that my father continues to trust him.>>     “The poor thing was too in love with me to betray me” he says those words tickling my neck but they sound so cold it might hurt if it was real “, young dreamers are easy to manipulate, they can do anything for you.”      I can't help but get a little annoyed by what he says, it's like someone else is talking. But I know he does it to make it look believable. I try to force myself to punch him away, but he stops me with a tighter grip on my neck. So I squeal to make it believable.     “Good acting.” Jake whispers, and I can hear a hint of teasing.     "You make it too easy for me." I answer, whispering with annoyance.      Fusch lowers the hammer of the gun and Jake presses down so hard I'm afraid his finger is going to go off and I'll shoot.     "Let her go!" Fusch takes a step forward and Jake takes a sharp step back.     "Only if you give me your car and tell your men to put down their weapons" he orders loudly, but not shouting. He is quite calm about the situation, knowing that we could both die.     "Please do as you say" my father pleads with Fusch. I wonder if he thinks we're pretending or maybe he thinks Jake is showing his true colors “. We don't know what he's capable of-“     "Exactly, they do not know" Jake then points the gun back “, inside the trunk, I have a bomb that I can explode whenever I want” Why do you say that?! That will make your image worse! ‘, after all, I am a terrorist, right?” I hear some anger in his voice. He doesn't like to be called that way either "I can kill all of us if I want to."     Fuchs's expression is one of annoyance. He's been chasing him for years, he knows that if he lets this opportunity slip away, he won't know if he'll get it again. But there are many people at risk who could "die" and he know that perfectly well.

Then he does something that scares me. He lowers the gun and shoots into the ground near my foot. I squeal in fright at the sound, I didn't expect him to, even if he's not careful, he might have hit me on the foot.     “Stop! Don't do anything to her!” my father sounds desperate, it's the second time I've seen him like this. The first was in the car accident, fearing for my mother's life and mine ‘Fusch, please, we don't know what he's capable of.”      Fusch’s eyes reflect hatred towards him. He doesn’t want to give up. But I am surprised that knowing that a psychologist said that I was fine, all this is believed.     “Alright” Fusch lowers the gun, surrendering. He waves his hand and the rest of the FBI lower their guns "I'll give you the car and no one will chase you, but let the girl go."      Jake turns the gun to my head and whispers.     “What do you think?” He asks me confidently “Are he telling the truth?”      I try to focus, even though I'm nervous. I analyze his gestures, I see if he looks at someone secretly or makes some strange movement with his hand. Everything seemed to be in perfect order.     "He's telling the truth, he won't order you to be followed." I try to keep my voice even lower and continue to pretend I want to get out of his grasp.     "Alright, I will take your car then. Follow my instructions, we are not done yet” I nod and Jake pulls me away from him, still pointing at me “. Miss Macie is going to take my precious item out of the trunk, if anyone tries to make a move I will kill her, is that clear?”     "Very clear." Fusch replies.      Jake waves his hand toward the trunk, and I listen.     “This looks like a Hollywood movie.” I mutter as I climb up the door.     “Only here we can die.” Jake continues.      I pick up the suitcase and stand in front of him. He smiles coldly. I don’t like that smile, it doesn’t go with him. He walks over to me and places the gun under my chin. I swallow nervously, I know he's pretending, but the situation scares me. He approaches me, placing a hand on the nape of my neck, or rather, grabbing my hair tightly and kissing me, without putting the gun away. It hurts me to have to pretend that I don’t want that kiss and that he does it to hurt me. When he pulls away, he whispers into my lips.    "Sorry, I needed to do it" he doesn't say it with a wishful voice, but with pity. He's having a worse time than me pretending to be someone he is not. He turns me around and lets out a laugh “. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, I have to thank her for all the fucking she has given me.”     “Son of a bitch.” I say audibly. Although yes, he has been talking like that too much, I don't even want to think what my father must think of us.      I see my father clenching his fists, controlling himself. I'm surprised no one took advantage of the distraction of the kiss to shoot Jake. He hit me in the back, making me walk while carrying the travel bag. His equipment is quite heavy, he must be more used to it than me. 

Near the car, I can see Fusch looking at Jake. They both look at each other without saying a word. It is what he expected the most in this world, to look his worst enemy in the eye. We continue to the trunk and I put the bag in the back. Now we just need to get in the car and get out of here.     “You’re going to get more years in prison for this, Jake.” Fusch warns him, speaking harshly.     “That is if they manage to catch me.” Jake answers in his own tone.      It was a second that did not give me time to react. The one in which my mind thought 'he has betrayed you'. He pushes me towards Fuchs and I lose my balance, as does he. Jake quickly gets in the car and Fusch fires, but manages to hit him in the shoulder as he takes cover.     “No!” I yelled lowering the man's hand, letting Jake start the car and drive off quickly.     "Shoot him! Now!” Fusch goes to another car belonging to a co-worker and a hail of bullets begins.      My dad makes me duck my head and walk away, watching as they try to hit Jake's head.     "I have to help him!" I yell watching Fusch leave in another car. I try to get rid of my father, but he won't let go.     "It's dangerous Macie! Don’t do it!” He yells at me while he holds me down.     “I don’t care! I'm not going to lose him!”      I don't know how but I manage to get rid of him. My skin is on fire and I hear my heartbeat in my ears. I approach Andrew’s car and he stops me.     “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks me rhetorically, raising his voice.     “I'm thinking about going to help Jake.” I reply, pushing him away, placing a hand on the car door.      Andrew grabs my wrist hard, pulling me away from the car.     “You haven’t heard yet?! That man is a terrorist!”      I frown furiously, biting my tongue hard to keep from insulting him. So, I do better than that. I close my hand into a fist and hit him hard on the nose. He complains and so do I because of the pain in his hand, but at least I have an easy way.     “Keep her from leaving!” He yells as he points at me.      An officer tries to pull me out of the car and I kick him in the stomach. On the other side of the door, another officer grabs my arm, pulling me along. Luckily my father separates him from me.     “Go! Now!” he yells as he holds the agent.      There’s a lot at stake doing that, but I appreciate it. I buckle up and start the car and accelerate hard. I have to reach them. 

I try to keep my mind cool and not think about the speed at which I am driving. I dodge cars as if it were a movie, many of them have been left on the road because of us. This situation is too unreal, I don't even feel like I'm living it. It’s like a movie chase, and like Jake said, we could die. But I wasn’t going to allow it. I manage to see Jake and Fusch’s cars, crashing into each other. Or maybe Fusch does it against Jake’s car to make it stop. And still I can’t reach them.     “Come on, come on!” I yell, stomping on the accelerator.      I just wanted to be able to help him. I wanted to give Fusch some of his own medicine and push him.  

And that's when I see Jake fight back in that car "fight". He does a skid, pushing other cars, which causes his car and Fusch's to collide. I slam on the brakes and unbuckle, nervous and never taking my eyes off the cars. No… no, no… It couldn’t end like this!     "Jake!" I yell getting out of the car.      He has taken cars ahead after colliding with Fusch that has caused him to become a cluster of cars. By the time I'm close, an explosion causes me to lose my balance and fall to the ground in fright. I see how everything starts to burn and I sit up supporting my arms first, but my body trembles.     "Ja... ke..." I say as I get up, "JAKE!" My scream makes my throat ache and I try to run towards the cars.      The cars around them begin to explode, causing them to block access.     "Miss, it's dangerous!" someone stops me and I try to get free “We have already notified the fire brigade, but you must stay away!”     "Let go of me! I have to find someone! He needs me!”      Another explosion causes me to jump back in fright. But the shock lasts for a second and I only have Jake on my mind.     “No, no… I'm not going to lose you again! No again! JAKE!”      I want to get closer. Let the flames burn me with him. I don't want a life without Jake. I can't go through the fear of losing him again. My cheeks warm and moist from my tears. Little by little I throw myself to the ground until I curl up in a ball, crying and screaming.  

Happy endings don’t exist for people like us. 

I have tried to answer the questions that the doctors asked me. If I am injured, if I have been burned, if I feel pain in any part of my body... The pain I feel cannot be described. It's not something physical, it's more like my heart had been metaphorically ripped out. I wait in the ambulance for them to tell me if they have found someone alive. To Jake. I rest my elbows in my lap, raising my hands to my head. I cry again. He has to be alive right? He can't die. He's managed to survive once in the mine, he can do it again. I see perfectly shiny and expensive shoes.     “They're still searching through the rubble” I hear Andrew say, his voice cracking “but they suspect there aren't any of them alive.”      I slowly look up, meeting his eyes. I clench my hands tightly, looking at him in disgust.     "Are you here to tell me that?" I ask, spitting out every word that comes out of me "To tell me that Jake is dead!?" I jump up, pushing him "Get out of my life! I don’t want to see you!”     "You're not the only one who's lost someone! Did you know?!” He yells at me, leaning a little, furious “My father died because of that man! Jake killed my father with that damn bomb!”     "There was no bomb! He made it up to scare you!” I yell at him, almost desperate to explain “All of you! The FBI, the government, you are all guilty of murdering an innocent person! And you, the pawns of this corrupt government have decided to walk blindly believing lies so as not to see more of the truth!”      He stares at me, hatefully. But I'm sure he knows I'm telling the truth.     "Sir, the disposal technicians haven't found any remains of a bomb" says a man who has approached us, but no one looks away to look at him. It's like we're still daring “just a few leftovers from a couple of computers, but it's all too destroyed to get anything from the hard drives.”     “Alright, thanks for the information” Andrew is saying as the man explains,“, let the forensics come and examine.”     "What did you call him? Terrorist?” I ask harshly “You knew nothing of what you were doing, you persecuted for five years a man who knew more than all of you what was really going on” I move closer to him, tugging at his tie “. Now you don't have anything.” I drawl and release his tie with a little push.      I turn away from him, ignoring the calls from the doctors. As I do, it breaks me anew with every step I take. I'm going to fall to the ground, but my father manages to catch me. I clung to him with the pain present in my chest. I don't know how I'm going to live without him. Without hearing his voice or feeling his skin. His kind words, his way of thinking, what made me like him.     "Let's go honey." my father tells me, trying to get me to walk.     “I can't!” I yell as I feel how he affectionately caresses my hair “I want to die! I won't be able to go on living without him! I can't dad! I can’t anymore!”     "I know, honey" he kisses my forehead and I hear how his voice is broken too. I guess because it hurts him to see me like this, not because Jake died “, I know perfectly. And I'm so sorry.”      My soul has gone with him. I don't think I'm going to live a normal life after being left without the man I loved the most in this world. 

An FBI agent opens the back door of the car for us and we get inside. I turn to see the stage. Ambulances, firefighters, patrol cars, various FBI agents. Little by little the scene becomes smaller and smaller as we move away. I would love to go back half an hour and throw myself into the flames so that I no longer exist. 

Jake died. And with him my love for the world. 

*Jake POV* 

I feel great pain in my lungs. It is hard for me to open my right eye. I feel like everything is on fire. I have tried to scream her name for help, but I could not, my throat will not let me. I manage to hear voices above me and try to make an effort to call for help. I am little bumps on the ceiling and I can see my burned hand. I do not even know how I managed to survive. 

I remember…  

Being dragged myself after the crash. I had tried to get away, but the fire from the explosion reached me... I... took refuge... in a nearby car, but was crushed after the second explosion.     “He…. I try to speak, but it hurts. I clench my teeth hard, trying again “Help… me…”      It hurts for every word I say, but I try again.     "Someone here!" I hear someone yell.      I feel a great relief knowing that they have come to listen to me.

They take a few hours to get me out, being careful with all the parts of the car. They shine a flashlight in my face, examining me.     "Do you remember your name?" ask the doctor “Do you know your name?”     “No…” I drawl out in pain.      Clearly I am lying, as much as I am hurt, I still know I should not let my guard down with what is happening.     "Okay, don't worry, we'll take you to the hospital."      I can not nod, I just make a guttural sound. My vision blurs and my head hurts. I just close my eyes, tired. 

I open my eyes slowly, but unfortunately, I can only see one, the right one... It is a complete void. I look around and see medical devices, I even carry one so I can breathe. I hear footsteps and try to see who it is.     "Has he woken up?" I do not recognize the man's voice, it is not familiar to me.     “Not yet, but his condition has been able to stabilize these months” Months? How long have I been here? I thought it had been an hour since I passed out “. He still has a little trouble breathing on his own, but the rest is perfect. And the burns have shown no signs of infection.”      I make a sound to get noticed and they move closer to the bed. The doctor begins to examine me and the other man stands next to him, watching me.     "Good morning." the doctor says, examining me “You can speak?” I am trying to, but I am still weak “I am going to ask you some questions and you will raise one finger for no and two for yes. Do you understand?” I raise two fingers “Okay, can you see out of your right eye?” I raise one finger “Retinal detachment…” points to a folder and puts it aside, putting on some gloves that were in the cart for cure "Let's check if you feel anything" he put pressure on my hand “Do you feel this?” I raise two fingers and move my hand up my arm. Did it burn that much? “And this?” I hold up two fingers. He changes his gloves and now he tries on my face “Do you feel anything here?” I grit my teeth and hold up two fingers “It's good, very good” he takes off his gloves and writes “. Luckily, the burns have only affected the front right” he move the pen from the eye to the lip “, only his skin was burned, luckily his nose and ear remained intact, perhaps it was thanks to the fact that he covered himself with his arm, which is why he is not so affected by the fire, he react in time.”      The man next to him looks at me. Now I remember who he is. Andrew. He is looking at me like he wished me dead. I try to stay calm, I am supposed to be pretending I do not remember anything to protect Macie and me from all this. The doctor finishes writing and says goodbye, leaving us alone.     “Jake” He says my name, but I ignore him “. That's your name, Jake.” I look at him now, frowning “Do you remember what you were doing when you woke up?” I hold up a finger. He laughs and shakes his head “Come on Jake, with me you don't have to pretend, I know you remember what happened, or at least what you did on the road.”      I blink feigning confusion. I held up a finger and he leaned in.     "Does that mean you've forgotten about Angel?" I raise two fingers, making him believe that I don't know anything about her “Sorry, I wanted to say Macie” I should not let my rage dominate me when I hear him say her name in his mouth, he has no right after what he has done “. Well, then we'll talk when you can talk. By then, hopefully you'll remember something too.”      Andrew walks away and I hear the door open. But he does not come out, someone else comes in.     "It's my turn to stand guard" a man tells him “. Mr. Fusch, don't you think we should tell Miss Connors that Jake is alive? Maybe that could help us so that if she talks to him, maybe he'll remember things and it'll be easier for us to question him.”      There is silence for a moment, until I hear Andrew deny with his throat.     "No, also look at him" I hear how he laughs, his words are loud for me to hear clearly "Do you think Miss Macie would want to be around someone as gaunt as him?" I hold the sheet tight. I do not know why, but his words affect me. I swallow hard and hurt my throat "And I highly doubt anyone wants to be anywhere near that."      His words should not affect me, so why It does? The memory flashes through my mind that he was interested in her. Maybe it is not just work, it could also be that I am saying it so that I feel bad if Macie finds out I am still alive, she would have to bear a wounded for life. And I do not want her to see me in this state either. 

Weeks later, I am already able to speak a little, albeit slowly. I am often told that I should start looking in the mirror little by little to get used to how I look, but I rejected it. I am still not able to do it. The fault? The rejection of myself again? It is like that Jake who preferred solitude is coming back, wrapping me in a dark cloak. I had lost the light that used to guide me on my way. The one that gave me hope of staying alive. Perhaps it would have been better indeed to have died. I sit on the bed slowly and looked at my hand. The burn marks have destroyed it, I do not even know if I will be able to write as fast as before, I am going to need a lot of practice. The door opens and Andrew Fusch enters. He told me if he remembered that he had killed his father. Every day he asks me the same thing. And every day he receives the same answer: No.     "Good morning Jake." he says with his hands in his pants pockets "Any glimmer of clarity today?"     “Not yet” I reply, my voice still hoarse. I look at him and again, we repeat the same thing every day “and again, my answer is no. I do not remember killing your father.”      He lifts his chin, looking at me coldly.He nods and leans against the wall, crossing his arms.     “They have examined you for that mosquito brain” what a more original insult “you are perfectly fine, you don't have any problems.’     “Well, I am sorry because I have lost the memory of my whole life” I answer annoyed by his attitude “, but apparently, I cannot make my memories come back as if they were magic.”      He laughs and pulls out his cell phone. I see flick his finger across the screen, like he's searching for something.     "Do you know how Macie is?" He shows me the screen, it has a picture of her coming out of what looked like a clinic “Thanks to what you caused that day in the accident, she still thinks you're dead” I must not let anger dominate me, I must not let it “and that caused her to go crazy because of you-“      I jump up to him, placing my hand on his neck. I can accept being laughed at me, but saying the word 'crazy' to someone who is having a hard time is not something I like. I hate it. And more if it is someone I love, whether it's my sisters or the woman I love. I do not tolerate that behavior.     "Call her that again and I will break your neck." I hurt my throat as I harshly uttered those words.     “Wow, it was enough to talk about how you have destroyed an innocent woman for you to react” he grabs my injured arm digging his nails into me.      I scream and release him, grabbing my arm in pain. I still have sensitive skin despite the bandages that protect me.

I look at him angrily and he puts the cell phone away, looking at me with pride.     “And good? Are you going to talk?” he asks me again.     "I already said that I do not remember anything!" I yell those words with rage “I have only defended the honor of that young woman, who do you think you are to insult someone who is suffering?!”      He lets out a laugh, a completely cold laugh.     "You sound like her, no doubt you remember Macie."     "If I really remembered her, the first thing I would have done was call her" I get up, brushing my hair away. I have gotten so angry that my body is on fire and my bangs stick to people, bothering me “, but as you can see, I have not, and I only know about you from what you have told me.”      He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks at me and shakes his head.     "Okay, I guess I'm going to have to believe you." His voice sounds superior “But you know? I don't feel sorry for you at all, you've finally made it, no one else is going to bother you, they won't persecute you anymore, you can live a quiet and solitary life, getting used to people looking at you with pity or disgust” he approaches me, with a cruel smile “. Get used to it Jake.”      He walks away until he leaves the room. I sit on the bed, dizzy. I look at my burned hand again and feel it sting like it is burning. It is terrible to feel this sensation again, I just do not know if it is because of the injury or because of what I really feel. 

I try to sleep at nightfall, but I can not. I feel a pressure in my chest that I have not felt in a long time. I get out of bed and decide to go to the bathroom, wanting to see myself in the mirror. I want to check if Andrew is right and I really do look worse than I think it is. I put my hand on the bathroom doorknob, shaking. I had never seen myself in this situation. I slowly open the door and turn on the light. First I go in with my head down, trying not to look yet. I try to think that this does not have to affect me. I slowly remove the bandages even though I know I should not without a doctor. But I have to do it. I slowly raise my head and when I see myself in the reflection, I feel that I do not recognize myself. I can see that my right eye, the iris is white, that the burn goes from the eye to the cheek. I feel like my skin looks like it is been peeled off. I then remove the bandage from my neck. I have scars. Surely these were the ones that prohibited me from speaking normally. Now I understand what Andrew meant. I think of Macie and how disgusted she would be if she saw me, in eyes looking at me with pity. Perhaps she would never stay with me because she loved me, but because she would feel sorry for me. She would no longer accept me. She, as perfect as she is, would not deserve to live with someone like me. 

A few years ago, I thought that I could never get my identity back. Now that I have got it back, I qm only half of what I once was. 

I am someone who knows they have screwed up for thinking it could work out. 

I am someone they would call a monster. 

Someone who can no longer change what she did and who only wants her to be happy without someone who they would laugh at all the days of her life. Laughing at me. 

I am back to being the Jake who prefers solitude to not be a burden this time. 

Epilogue

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[dicktozier]

You Know Better, Babe

Barry Berkman (Barry HBO) / Ex Deputy SonSo (Sinister)

Summary: After the events of season one, Barry left LA only to get reeled back in with Fuches. While attempting a hit in Pittsburgh, he meets an ex deputy who is hunting ghosts. When Barry grows attached to the ex deputy, he gets a little in over his head.

From the fic:

With his bloody arm wrapped in his jacket, Barry was in the passenger’s seat of a stranger’s truck. He turned in his seat to look out the dirty back window, wincing a little in pain as he moved. The wound on his arm was pulsing with pain as he watched a tarp flap over the bed of the truck as it pulled away from the abandoned warehouse that was fading into the distance behind the trees. The deserted building they were leaving behind was half falling in, walls spray painted and splattered with who knew what, drywall missing, ceiling falling in. 

Inside it’s dark musty walls, Barry had been on the trail of a hit. According to Fuches, the guy had betrayed some members of the Italian mob, got one of their guys in prison because he narked over heroin. It was petty bullshit that Barry was skeptical about getting involved with.

The guy he was after, named Tom Jones, was making meth in the abandoned factory. Most of the time, it was only him. Sometimes two other guys came around. Barry had been carefully watching the pattern of when they were in and out of the building. Alone in an abandoned building was the dream option for taking someone out.

In hindsight, not scoping out the actual insides of an old abandoned factory before sneaking inside to kill a guy was probably a rookie mistake. The stranger who’s truck he was in had gotten caught in the crossfire, almost literally. He was also creeping around in the abandoned factory. It was sketchy. But Barry had taken one look at him and hesitated. It nearly got them both killed, because this stranger talked and Tom Jones heard them. Barry should have shot them both. That was also a mistake. Instead, he'd been grazed by a bullet from Jones’ gun, dropped his own, and followed a stranger because he ‘knew a shortcut’.

The man led him down to what used to be the boiler room, warned Barry not to let his blood touch the ground, and offered to help him wrap up his arm. They had escaped through a door in the basement and climbed into his truck.

When Barry looked back through the windshield, tall skyscrapers were poking into view from over the hill. He glanced over at the stranger in the driver’s seat. He was a small man with big, round eyes and dark hair combed to one side. He was gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, hands dirty. Part of his left hand was missing. His pinky and ring finger down to his wrist.

“Don’t you check and make sure the building is actually empty before you start wandering around in it?” Barry couldn’t help asking as the truck peeled down the dirt path. He supposed he should have asked himself the same question.

“Well, I think I’ll start.”

Barry stared at the man's profile for a moment longer, curious about him, but not enough to ask more questions. This guy was crazy, clearly, for helping some random guy who was shooting at someone. And stupid. 

“We need to get you to the hospital.” The other man spoke up again. 

“No.” Barry said firmly.

“You helped me get out of there and I don’t even know your name. Let me help you. It’s the least I can do.”

“You don’t need to know my name.” Barry said.

They sat in a silence that was a little uneasy. Both of them might have been realizing the mistakes they had made by getting in the car with strangers who were in a very strange place under very strange circumstances.

The other man glanced at Barry from the corner of his eye. “What were you doing in an abandoned building?” He asked.

“Barry.”

“What?”

“My name.”

“ Oh . Let me help you, Barry.” The other man said.

“No hospital.”

“Suit yourself.” The man said with a shrug. “I have a first aid kit in my motel room.”

Barry agreed to go there. 

He hissed in pain when they removed the jacket, dried blood making it stick to the wounded skin. The man brought a wet towel to wipe the wound and access blood. He sat down next to Barry, thigh pressing against his when he turned to begin. He was careful, gentle with his wipes. Barry felt his heart in his throat, probably adrenaline from everything that had just happened, but it might have had to do with the man sitting on the bed so close to him.

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if i was fuches i would have just detached myself from the steering wheel superglue doesnt hold that well on skin. id peel it off

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I missed nearly all of tour de fleece, but two weeks after my surgery I was finally able to get some spinning done! Using my handspindle won't be possible for another month, but at least I can spin on my wheel...

This is merino yarn I've spun before surgery and plyed today. It's quite uneven, because I'm still learning how to use the spinning wheel. But the wool is very soft and fluffy and I am in love! I might need to spin more thick yarn in the future

Next is some Coburger Fuchs that's drafting like a dream and also very fluffy - very different from my usual handspun yarn (and fibers)

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Changing Car Culture Can Benefit Our Health and Our Planet

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Changing Car Culture Can Benefit Our Health and Our Planet

March 1, 2024

5 min read

We need to rethink the American love affair with the automobile and redesign cities to reduce car pollution

By The Editors

Credit:

Thomas Fuchs

March 2024 Issue

Automobiles

Anthropologist Daniel Miller has observed that an alien visiting Earth might well suppose that four-wheeled creatures run the planet. These rulers, he notes, are “served by a host of slaves who walk on legs and spend their whole lives serving them.” He meant this as a joke, but the punch line comes at the expense of American car culture. In the U.S., the costs of car dependency keep growing, far above the $12,000-per-year average expense of owning a new one.

Coast-to-coast, the cars and trucks we drive cause about 16 percent of greenhouse gas emissions. They cause significant air pollution, worsening asthma and heart disease rates, and contribute to a nationwide epidemic of obesity. About 69 percent of car trips in the U.S. are two miles or less. Motor vehicle collisions are a leading cause of death in people ages one to 44, the most bitter part of the mayhem accompanying some six million reported accidents per year. Since 2010 the number of pedestrians killed by cars has increased 77 percent, to about 7,500 a year, a growing fraction of all traffic deaths.

America’s car culture—glamorized in advertisements, enforced by zoning laws and enabled by taxpayer subsidies—is a choice that now comes at too high a cost, both for ourselves and for the environment. After a century of its central place in our lives, we need to rethink our world into one not hitched to the automobile.

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Automobile-first ideals dominate in the U.S. Our countryside is carved up by superhighways connecting bedroom suburbs with sprawling cities, with too many nowherevilles surrounded by parking lots and strip malls and ringed with sound barrier walls—all built to serve the sacred automobile. Atop former towns and neighborhoods, broad avenues are lined with drive-through hamburger stands and banks.

Across the country, the car is the only way to get around and not only in rural places. This reliance spawns an ever more disconnected nation of drivers suffering an epidemic of road rage. As Lancaster University sociologist John Urry wrote, “the car is immensely flexible and wholly coercive,” promising freedom but trapping drivers into inhabiting their cars.

During the height of the pandemic, when office commutes and rush-hour traffic suddenly vanished, younger people turned to Uber for their transportation, and “peak car” seemed to apply. A glimpse of a life not spent in worship of the automotive golden calf comes with New York City unveiling congestion pricing starting at $15 (also on tap in other cities). Cleveland is reviving its Public Square by turning empty office space into apartments and suburbs retrofitting themselves for walking. This trend accompanies moves across the country to build more bike lanes.

The turn toward online shopping and home delivery has lessened the need for a second car, double garages and massive parking lots. The cell phone has begun replacing the driver’s license as de rigueur identification in the 21st century, hastening cutting the car cord.

As with so many of our problems today, solutions are obvious and right in front of us, ranging from sidewalks to subways. But they face inevitable obstruction by an obstreperous highway fund lobby, as well as politicians and talking heads spouting nonsense about better lives somehow being un-American. Voters outnumber these voices, however, and tell us they want less car-dependent lives.

We can start by reforming zoning laws to eliminate low-density and single-family residential home restrictions in new developments and to add flexibility for stores and enough homes to support them. Sidewalks and bike trails should receive the same priority as roads in our cities and close-in suburbs, instead of being afterthoughts. Unreasonable demands by mayors and employers that the masses get back behind the wheel and return to offices (where we are, in fact, less productive) need to stop. The average American commute is nearly 28 minutes of uncompensated labor each way. Let’s make our cities less car-dependent instead.

Thinking more ambitiously, we can provide discounts to bicyclists who take the train, free taxis to twice-a-week commuters, incentives for e-bikes and other financial breaks to eschew second cars and the congestion they cause. (While we’re at it, the EPA should end its designation of SUVs, minivans and vans as trucks that can be less fuel-efficient. We see this as a frankly cynical result of auto industry lobbying that crowds more efficient cars out of dealerships.) Behind plans like New York’s congestion pricing is another reality—car parking is too cheap across much of the country, where variable on-street parking pricing can reset plans from hopping in the car during peak periods to taking the subway or the bus instead.

Like with any bad romance, none of these ideas will help end “America’s supposed love affair with the automobile” without addressing the underlying psychology of dependence that makes reaching for the keys second nature. “As industry considers itself dependent on continued car sales, initiatives to reduce car attachment will be increasingly targeted by industry and its lobbying organizations, as well as politicians representing automotive interests,” writes transportation analyst Stefan Gössling in The Psychology of the Car, warning that “powerful campaigns already seek to strengthen bonds with the private car.”

Gaslit by car ads blaring outdoor scenes available in real life only to plutocrats with a ranch in Montana, we idle alone in traffic instead of living our off-road fantasies, lulled by heated seats, dashcams and surround sound, while we pollute the air.

In America, where advertising matters, public service announcements should make the case for ditching the car keys with positive messages. “No ridiculous car trips,” exhorted one ad campaign in Sweden, appealing to common sense and community spirit (bicycles were awarded to people with the most ridiculously short car commutes) to try pedaling to work. Commercials should extol biking short distances and note the time saved on public transport spent reading or answering e-mails, instead of time spent clutching the wheel worrying a fender bender will bump up our insurance premiums.

We need a call nationwide to end our car-centric lifestyle and stand on our own two feet or, better, two pedals. Otherwise, those aliens will have made the right call on who serves who, the cars—or the people.

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Rheinmetall Awarded Order to Supply Fuchs 2 Components for International Partner

An international partner has awarded Rheinmetall an order to supply Fuchs 2 armoured personnel carrier components for producing the wheeled armoured vehicle at a factory in the partner country. The current follow up orders also include kits for conversion and the supply of spare part packages. Booked in December 2023, the order is worth a figure in the three-digit million-euro range. Delivery of the kits — both for production and conversion — starts this year and will be complete in 2028. The production facility in the partner country has seen an increase in added value in recent years as well as investments to ensure high-quality machining, welding and surface treatment. This long-standing strategic partnership is thus entering a new, promising phase, including the potential export of Fuchs 2 vehicles produced in the partner country. The Fuchs success story continues with this large-volume order.

An international partner has awarded Rheinmetall an order to supply Fuchs 2 armoured personnel carrier components for producing the wheeled armoured vehicle at a factory in the partner country. The current follow up orders also include kits for conversion and the supply of spare part packages. Booked in December 2023, the order is worth a figure in the three-digit million-euro range. Delivery of…

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Rust Remover Market 2023 Ongoing Trends and Recent Developments | Henkel AG & Co. KGaA, Quaker Chemical Corporation, PPG Industries, Inc., Fuchs Petrolub SE: FUCHS Group, etc

Rust is a common problem that affects many metal objects and surfaces. Rust occurs when iron or steel is exposed to moisture and oxygen, causing it to oxidize and form a reddish-brown coating. Rust can weaken and damage metal structures over time, so it is important to remove it as soon as possible.

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There are several ways to remove rust, including:

Mechanical methods: This involves using abrasives such as sandpaper, wire brushes, or grinding wheels to physically scrape or grind off the rust. This method is effective for removing surface rust but may damage the underlying metal.

Chemical methods: This involves using chemicals to dissolve or convert the rust into a more soluble form that can be easily removed. Common rust removers include acids such as vinegar or lemon juice, rust converters such as phosphoric acid, and commercial rust removers containing oxalic acid or hydrochloric acid.

Electrolysis: This involves using an electric current to convert the rust back into iron, which can be easily removed. This method is particularly effective for removing rust from small or intricate objects.

Ultrasonic cleaning: This involves using high-frequency sound waves to agitate a cleaning solution and remove rust and other contaminants from the surface of an object.

When using any rust removal method, it is important to take proper safety precautions and follow the instructions carefully to avoid damaging the underlying metal or injuring oneself. It is also important to properly dispose of any chemicals or waste generated during the rust removal process.

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Excellent growth of Railway Grease Market

The Railway Grease Market refers to the industry that produces and supplies grease or lubricants specifically designed for use in railway equipment such as locomotives, freight cars, passenger trains, and other rolling stock.

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Railway grease is used to lubricate and protect critical components of the railway system such as wheel bearings, axles, gears, and couplings. This helps to reduce wear and tear on the equipment, increase their lifespan, and ensure smooth and efficient operation.

The market for railway grease is driven by the growth of the railway industry, especially in emerging economies, as well as the need to maintain and upgrade existing railway infrastructure in developed economies. The increasing demand for high-performance and longer-lasting lubricants, coupled with the rising trend towards eco-friendly and biodegradable lubricants, is also fueling the growth of the railway grease market.

Key players in the railway grease market include Shell, ExxonMobil, Total, FUCHS, Klüber Lubrication, SKF, Chevron, Sinopec, and Petro-Canada Lubricants. These companies offer a range of specialized lubricants tailored to the needs of the railway industry, and often provide customized solutions for individual railway operators

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