31 August, 2013
Spain: White Man Builds World’s Smallest V12 Engine
Posted by Socrates in Socrates, Western civilization, Western culture, White inventions, White solutions, White technology, White-culture-as-superior at 3:09 am | 
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31 August, 2013 at 10:09 am
Didn’t the negro invent car-jacking, flash-mobs & break-dancing?
Do you why so many negroes were killed on the front lines in Vietnam? Because when they were told to “get down” they all got up & danced!
31 August, 2013 at 11:10 am
I also understand Ghost of Andre that they are doing a remake of a popular Vietnam war movie with an all Black cast. It will be renamed A Pack of Lips Now. Brilliant. I havent been on here in quite some time. As usual Tim is spot on with his humour as well as his knowledge. As well as everyone else here who posts.
31 August, 2013 at 12:17 pm
Thanks, Robert C. Let me put on my gold-buttoned, double-breasted Commodore’s jacket on so I can properly welcome you aboard.
Quite an impressive lil’ engine. Doesn’t the British Jaguar (those who are not ill-bred swine pronounce it yag-yoo-are) have a 12 cylinder engine? Maybe some homosexual Jew choreographer like Tony Kushner can produce a stage musical about the V-12 engine featuring an all Black cast. Then the homosexual Jew theater critic at the Times can give it glowing reviews.
31 August, 2013 at 10:40 pm
In Spain they’re far more interested in their soccer league (rampant with coons and assorted muds) than in White accomplishments.
A PACK OF LIPS NOW hahahahahaha
31 August, 2013 at 11:12 pm
The Jaguar V-12 is a silent monster. I used to tune and tweak many of them for owners who didn’t know what they had gotten into when they bought them. Truthfully, those engines were begging for a big Holley carb or two to make them reliable and fast. I’d do what I could with them with the Zenith-Stromberg carbs, which needed oil damping for the needles that determined the mixture..when they were on, they were really on. I test-drove an XJ-12 sedan with that setup in San Francisco’s cop-heavy Mission district-I could go from 0-60 in less than a city block. The fucking thing would plant you in your seat and not make a sound. Just amazing. The lady who owned the car, a New Hampshire transplant, bitched me out for her having got a speeding ticket-she was going 100+ mph and didn’t even know it. I love English cars-say what you will, when I was a kid they were all gorgeous and incredibly fast. There’s never been a car as beautiful as the E-Type Jeg-U-arrr (sorry. Tim :) And their V-12 was possibly the only affordable engine of that type ever produced.
31 August, 2013 at 11:12 pm
The Jaguar V-12 is a silent monster. I used to tune and tweak many of them for owners who didn’t know what they had gotten into when they bought them. Truthfully, those engines were begging for a big Holley carb or two to make them reliable and fast. I’d do what I could with them with the Zenith-Stromberg carbs, which needed oil damping for the needles that determined the mixture..when they were on, they were really on. I test-drove an XJ-12 sedan with that setup in San Francisco’s cop-heavy Mission district-I could go from 0-60 in less than a city block. The fucking thing would plant you in your seat and not make a sound. Just amazing. The lady who owned the car, a New Hampshire transplant, bitched me out for her having got a speeding ticket-she was going 100+ mph and didn’t even know it. I love English cars-say what you will, when I was a kid they were all gorgeous and incredibly fast. There’s never been a car as beautiful as the E-Type Jeg-U-arrr (sorry. Tim :) And their V-12 was possibly the only affordable engine of that type ever produced.
1 September, 2013 at 12:10 am
Thanks Gentlemen.
1 September, 2013 at 1:11 am
Let’s see….Navy blue Commodore’s double-breasted jacket buttoned (uppermost button left unfastened, of course), white ascot fluffed out and tucked into open Ralph Lauren shirt-collar, sailing cap with gold braiding on visor tilted on head at rakish angle, starched white sailing trousers with slight flare at the cuffs, holding my favorite pipe in one hand, standing at the top of the gangplank rather insouciantly……
(affecting an Oxford or Cambridge accent) My dear Robert! How good of you to come! We’ve all been quite worried, you know! How was your tiger hunting expedition in India? Do tell us everything, old chap, won’t you? Lady Margaret and I have talked of nothing else but you since your last visit. I quite agree with you, old boy, the Annabella is certainly a lovely racing-yacht, isn’t she? She’s my favourite mistress. Well, her and Lady Margaret! (polite laughter all around) She’s won three cups since the last time you sailed her. Do sit down! Alfred, another Scotch for Mr. Cardillo, there’s a good fellow. Mr. Brooks was just regaling us with stories about his Jag-yoo-are XJ-12. It seems he was driving around San Fransisco’s Mission District like Steve McQueen of an afternoon when suddenly….But I should let Mr. Brooks tell you the story himself. It’s quite good, I assure you!
1 September, 2013 at 2:34 am
Sorry, didn’t mean to go off on a tangent. I posted (twice, err..umm) before I looked at that video-I’ve seen a lot of those hand-tooled miniatures on YT, but that one was truly remarkable. I teared up a bit when I watched the engine running, our machines, more than anything else we’ve created-define us as a race. To see that thing pulsing with life..well, it brought so many memories flooding back to me. Like tuning up 12-cylinder Jaguars and getting their owners in trouble with the coppers..ha ha.
Historical note: A black man invented the V8 engine in 1958. Henry Ford and Hans Ledwinka stole it from him-using a time machine invented by the same black god that created white people. Got that? Good!
1 September, 2013 at 3:02 am
Tim.. I wish I did own that car. Never made enough scratch to afford a Jag’. I did own a ’67 MGB GT, however. Bought it from a musician pal for just enough cash for him to cop a new Stratocaster. Tooling around in that thing was always like being in a time machine. Even with no radio I’d hear the Beatles and Hendryx and Procol Harum in my head as I tooled around. The car enventually crapped out (the siamised exhaust port cylinder head cracks Kiss of Death) and it sat in my drive until I sold it for a pittance. Oh well.
Steve McQueen..yeah. Coolest actor ever. And like all native San Franciscans, I have great love for his “Bullitt”. There’s nothing like a car chase in the most physically improbable city in the USA.
1 September, 2013 at 7:26 am
Mel, you’re a damn fine fellow but such a concrete thinker! I was putting on airs, don’t you see, I was trying to be like Jay Gatsby with all that rot about racing yachts and Lady Margaret! You needn’t apologize for anything.
(aside to the audience) Perhaps my sense of humor is too sophisticated for these people, like Sideshow Bob’s. Perhaps I’m out of touch? Yet Robert Cardillo seems to understand me well enough. What shall I do? Oh, would that he would post here more often!
1 September, 2013 at 12:22 pm
Thank you again dear Tim. I will post more often on here lads. I promise.
2 September, 2013 at 11:59 pm
Oh no Tim, none of that was lost on me. I’ve always admired your ability to run with a few snippets and end up with a paragraph-sized literary gem. There’s genius in there, most assuredly. I wasn’t being concrete so much as willfully hard-wired. I was going down a certain road (no puns) and was not about to be deflected. And because of what I can see now as a bit of self-indulgence on my end, I won’t regale you with the tale of how back in the 8T’s I once chased a full race-prepped BRG Jaguar D-Type (a priceless car now) I happened to come across through Pt. Reyes to Muir Beach-in a Buick Electra ( I was SO out-gunned).
I actually do believe that not many of us here are left scratching our noggins having read your observations. That’s why we’re here, and not counting our “fans” at HuffPo. I suppose that there’s no comfort in hearing once again that old saw about how satire is what closes on Satiddy night, is there?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCGRDnTySCI
3 September, 2013 at 2:58 am
No, Mr. Brooks! Please, by all means, I think I speak for everyone here (even the shadowy presence of Apollonian) when I say I enjoy reading your anecdotes about foreign cars. My mechanic specializes in them, though I plan to keep on driving my Cadillacs to the bitter end.
I enjoyed that now obscure bit from that National Lampoon comedy album. Nobody “gets it” anymore but you and I. And probably Lorne Michaels, too. And to think I considered my collection of political humor books, with titles like “101 Spiro Agnew Jokes” and “101 More Spiro Agnew Jokes” to be obsolete. Say what you will about the former Vice President and Governor of Maryland, but I think he wasn’t all that bad.
9 September, 2013 at 12:17 am
He he he.. Yeah, I go back so far with that N.L. tune, geez..there were Jews all over it. Melissa Manchester, pretty voice, pretty face (when she was young, at least) she must have felt like a freak amongst her own. Christopher Guest, insider to British Jewry and Mr. Jamie Curtis. Don’t know about Norman Rose, but he was highly entertaining through the 7Ts and good thing since you couldn’t get away from his work.
Funny you mentioning Cadillacs-we had a few of them when I was growing up. A 1962 Coupe De Ville convertible, a 1962 Sedan De Ville that my grandparents owned, but my favorite (and a technical tour de force for the time) was the 1970 El Dorado. That enormous big block tied to that monstrous transfer case. The best example of a technology first put forth in the modern age by the 1966 Olds Toronado. The Cord of the 1960s-I can’t pay a car a greater compliment. Yes, our cousins in Europe had many competent front-drive cars, but none that were utter monsters of refinement and performance like our V8-powered chariots. What a time that was!
How does all this tie into the struggle? I don’t know, and don’t care. Like I stated earlier, our machines are a window to our souls. Without us, they would never have been. Here, in the homeland, or anywhere else.