There were three lovely ladies near the top of the steps at St. Patrick's Cathedral that were receiving an enormous amount of attention. The wardrobes were stunning with awesome colors and flower arrangements that had most camera lenses looking their way.
It was very crowded and not easy to get close to them. There was a lot of pushing and bumping going on which made taking photos of the moving models an interesting experience.
Colin if I had it I would possibly keep it safe by hiding it in my attic!😁
DeltaSigma wrote:
I saw this and thought of Ken.
Don't ask me why but I thought this would round out your car collection and look great on your driveway parked between your Corvette and Tahoe (you still have a Tahoe don't you?)
This is a Peel P.50 from 1964. It sports a massive 4.2 bhp power plant.
Scrambler is a term used for off-road activity - i.e. a dirt bike.
The one I linked to is a factory 'works' bike used in serious races/competition.
Same DNA though.
Not as clean or sharp as Jose's Macaw, but a colorful North American bird - the Robin (Turdus migratorius). It is the state bird of Michigan where I live. This robin is hunting earth worms. D7200 with the 400mm f5.6 ais & TC-16A
Colin
Awesome motor museum pix
That Peel will be doing some serious rubber burning at 4.2 bhp ....... or maybe not
The pump displaying 1/6d per gallon took me way back to my first car, a Triumph Herald and the first fuel I purchased was 1/6d per gallon
I was so gutted when it went up to 1/11d ....... but look at it now !!! Yikes
You need a mortgage to fill the tank these days
Thanks for the memories
BTW which museum was it ??
Jim, I am still laughing. I never knew the scientific name for Robins.
One spring years ago in Az, a flock of at least 100 "Turdus" migrated to our front yard and ate the heat fermented berries fallen from the pyracantha bushes around the porch. Their little bellies puffed up as they drunkenly staggered around the yard unable to fly for several hours. It was a sight to behold and I am sure an embarrassment to all birds everywhere!
Stokesey wrote:
Colin
Awesome motor museum pix
That Peel will be doing some serious rubber burning at 4.2 bhp ....... or maybe not
The pump displaying 1/6d per gallon took me way back to my first car, a Triumph Herald and the first fuel I purchased was 1/6d per gallon
I was so gutted when it went up to 1/11d ....... but look at it now !!! Yikes
You need a mortgage to fill the tank these days
Thanks for the memories
BTW which museum was it ??
Steve
Lick me ... I'm Nikon flavour
Steve,
Beaulieu (National Motor Museum) in the New Forest.
I also need to pay a visit to the Haynes motor museum near Yeovil.
Mary,
You describe an almost Monty Python scene. I can almost see it in my minds eye - flying "Turduses" Gilliam graphics with Palin doing the Attenborough-like scientific description, while Cleese is rained upon by the drunken birds. It would have been another epic skit.
Jim
mjgphotoz wrote:
Jim, I am still laughing. I never knew the scientific name for Robins.
One spring years ago in Az, a flock of at least 100 "Turdus" migrated to our front yard and ate the heat fermented berries fallen from the pyracantha bushes around the porch. Their little bellies puffed up as they drunkenly staggered around the yard unable to fly for several hours. It was a sight to behold and I am sure an embarrassment to all birds everywhere!
James Markus wrote:
Mary,
You describe an almost Monty Python scene. I can almost see it in my minds eye - flying "Turduses" Gilliam graphics with Palin doing the Attenborough-like scientific description, while Cleese is rained upon by the drunken birds. It would have been another epic skit.
Jim
Jim, I can see it now! The whole thing was surreal. The robins all were gone by the next morning and I did not see any feathers laying about so I am assuming the neighborhood cats did not get them while inebriated and earth bound!
There is a funny post script to this little tale however. A few weeks later, on a Sunday morning when no veterinary offices were open, my Mom and I were alarmed when her little fox terrier started regurgitating and staggering around in the back yard. We thought she was dying until I took a closer look and saw recycled pyracantha berries. Yep, the backyard fence was planted with the same type bushes, and you guessed it, she ate the fermented berries. She was fine when she sobered up and we ever after referred to her as " the lush".
