Name this car....

[Brock Samson]

no cheating... good luck...



1. 


2.

3. an easyier one...   

  NO CHEATING!!!

[Brock Samson]

4.



5.

(here have a... clue to number 5.) 



6.

[Harlow]

#3 looks like a concept mustang?

[Charger_Fan]

#1 Looks like a BMW of some sort.
#2 Beats the crap outta me.
#3 That poor 'Stang! You just KNOW it's crying inside.
#4 Uhhh...nope, no idea.

[Brock Samson]

i can just imagine you guys... LOL  you must look like this...     

8. 

clue:

"We nearly forgot to mention the xxxxxx coming-out party for the xxxxxxx xxxx, whose streamlined comportment looked like something from the centerfold of Guided Ordinance Aficionado. We heard tales of the twin-seat, Suzuki Hayabusa--powered Swiss moto-rocket (prototype) hitting 280 mph at half throttle, accelerating from 180 mph to 280 mph in 10 seconds, and a potential for up to 700 hp (which would make the top speed, what, 600 mph?). It's the product of a 45-year-old engineer, who once worked for Mercedes, Porsche and BMW. The project cost something like 30 million euro, and the hand-made finished "works" will be priced in the neighborhood of $600,000. Anyone want to write the maestro a check"  (?)

[69charger2002]

#1 is a good looking car.. in my opinion
trav

[Brock Samson]

here's something to brighten your day... 

assuming of course you don't have dial up...     
http://my.break.com/media/view.aspx?ContentID=318169

why ya' need to be careful... 
http://www.break.com/index/semi_crushes_car_as_it_pulls_over.html

[69charger2002]

that dude was so calm! he just said as the car explodes down the highway.. ahh he's gone
WOW!
trav

[Brock Samson]

arn't ya' glad ya got today off?.. 

  http://my.break.com/media/view.aspx?ContentID=174506

33.

[Argos_Chargers]

#1) Roger
#2 Joanne
#3) Earl
#4) Ricardo
#5) Tina (Never before have I wished I was a concrete step)
#6) Emerson


How'd I do?

[Brock Samson]

  what about all the others?.. 
looks like Tina's been sittin there a while, her knee has worn a sizable hole in the wall... 

[pandamarie]

1, ??
2, Jag D type 56 or 57
3, mustang concept
4, Looks like the swedish performance car, cant remember the name, guy builds alot of one off bad ass cars
5, Buggati, cant remember the name of it either
6, Austin Martin vanquish racer
7, those girls can ride in any of those cars and make them look better

[Brock Samson]

no, no, no, no, no no, and  ...

a good sunday morning read by a good friend and excellent writer also soon to be unemployed...







'70 challenger: a cult classic
Striving for authenticity: Every little item, gas cap included, is as it should be. The cap shown here on Mark Pistole's Challenger is the original type; they were soon replaced with locking chrome caps. Photo courtesy of Mark Pistole

(except the grill isn't argent...  )



   
Paul McHugh

Chronicle outdoors writer...

'70 challenger: a cult classic
06/17/2007


As a young man, I once fantasized tattooing my shoulder with this: "OA-5599."

Might not mean much. Unless you're a fan of my favorite car-cult film, 1971's "Vanishing Point," now out on DVD. It was a lineal descendant of "Thunder Road," a great-uncle of "The Fast and the Furious."

In "Vanishing Point," crafted by director Richard C. Sarafian, a supercharged Dodge Challenger, white in color, is driven from Colorado across Utah and Nevada. It reaches California before the driver, one "Kowalski" -- a louche ex-race car driver, ex-cop, ex-soldier -- figures out his most logical exit to the next dimension.

And thereby leaves all pursuers far in the lurch.

OA-5599 was the Colorado license plate number on his car. Kowalski was supposed to deliver it to the owner in San Francisco. But he took an extended detour. You'll be impressed when you discover where that car wound up.

"Vanishing Point" has schmaltzy parts, but it's a surreal epic. It's a mash note to the power and bold styling of American autos during their "muscle car" heyday. In 1970, Dodge showed Ford what the Mustang really longed to be: the Dodge Challenger R/T was a 'Tang on steroids.

"Vanishing Point" is also nihilistic. Considering the state of our fossil fuel-based civilization, that theme acquires an added resonance. We must curtail our fantasy of rolling around in the flying chair on wheels, soon and severely. Those chariots have damn-well poisoned us in ways almost too numerous to recount.

Don't get me wrong. I'll miss 'em. My name is Paul McHugh, and I am a gas-a-holic. I feel the pervasive, perennial suck of petroleum addiction. I can prove it.

In spring of 1972, I hitchhiked with my college girlfriend from Tallahassee to New Orleans. Neither of us had ever experienced a Mardi Gras before. After one day, we never wanted to see it again. Watching swaths of booze vomit being hosed off sidewalks in the wee hours was just one of the things that soured us on it. So Janice May and I hitched back.

At sunset, the second car to pick us up was a Dodge Charger. I think it was a '68 or '69, the big-block 440. Its idle was a luxuriant, bass burble. The Charger was owned by a weary linoleum salesman, heading home to Jacksonville from Texas.

"Kin yew drahv this thang?" he asked.

I shrugged, said I could.

" 'Kay! Wake me up if ya need to buy gas."

He curled up on the broad rear bench seat and went comatose. I curled my fingers around the wheel, and visualized a speed run back home. I shoved down the accelerator pedal, a carburetor the size of a hatbox gaped its maw to slurp up dinosaur blood, the exhaust roared like a saber-tooth celebrating a kill, and Janice and I were thrust back into the upholstery by raw G-forces.

Swooping through twisties was never a Charger's strong suit. But at any straight or gently curved line, it excelled. Phone poles began to whiz past like staves in a picket fence (as that old hod-rod song puts it).

After I passed a pokey train of vehicles on a long curve, one car pulled out right behind me. As I re-entered the right lane, headlights loomed in my side-view mirror. My ears filled with the hollow BRRR-rrrt! of a glasspack-filtered V8 exhaust. The distinctive white hump and broad blue stripes of a Shelby GT 350. This hopped-up car might have been a year or two older than the Charger, but was still a very worthy antagonist. (Carroll Shelby also knew what a Mustang wanted to be.)

Our chase was on. On two-lane blacktop that wound through Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and the Florida Panhandle, the Charger and the Shelby dueled for primacy. But we did not endanger ourselves or other drivers on the road. Not very much.

We played a high-speed hopscotch. Passing each other over and over through that warm and dewy night, everything got pushed to the edge. Who was willing to gamble most on tire traction and swiftness of acceleration? We never fishtailed, never skidded, never cut each other off, and never dared a blind turn in any irretrievable manner. But double-yellow lines didn't mean much. Those were for lesser vehicles.

Then the Charger's gas gauge needle started bouncing on "E." Open service stations had grown scarce, so I put on my turn signal and swerved into one. The Shelby haughtily roared past. I didn't awaken the car's owner; it was worth paying for the refill myself to keep him sleeping like a sailor snoozing in his hammock on a voyage round the Horn.

I pulled back onto the highway, and there was the Shelby, awaiting me in a turnout not a hundred yards ahead. Our game resumed. Not long after, another lit gas station and the Shelby had to turn in. Naturally, I also waited for him.

A few more passes, then he had to veer away at a junction. Maybe he was a Navy guy, heading back to his base at Pensacola. I saw his white-sleeved arm stick out his side window in a farewell salute. Our gentlemen's duel on asphalt had drawn to its genteel finale.

And yes, well, goodbye to all of that.

This was a real-life version of the cinematic car romance in "Vanishing Point." I'm happy I experienced that, but I'm not proud of it. In those days, cars spewed extra pollutants like lead, and if they hit mileage figures in the high teens, that was remarkable.

Now we know that every single gallon of burned gas burnt 20 pounds of carbon into the atmosphere -- a fact that should be posted on billboards throughout the land.

Playtime is over. Sports, pastimes and pleasures that wantonly gobble gasoline are finally, fully obsolete.

Sublimation, via automotive video games and classic car movies, can be our methadone. They can help wean us from addiction while we extract the needle from our arms.

But it's time to transition from gas-slurping entertainments back to muscle-powered ones. It's not 1970 anymore.

Far from it."


http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/06/17/MTGKQQG97R1.DTL

[Nacho-RT74]

5... is a Seat Concept I think

1... probably an Acura

2... Jaguars ?

[Brock Samson]

Natcho Has correctly identified number five...

http://images.google.com/images?svnum=10&hl=en&gbv=2&safe=off&q=seat+cupra+gt&btnG=Search+Images





as a reward he will now post a pic of a HOT babe... 

[Nacho-RT74]

Natcho Has correctly identified number five...

http://images.google.com/images?svnum=10&hl=en&gbv=2&safe=off&q=seat+cupra+gt&btnG=Search+Images





as a reward he will now post a pic of a HOT babe... 

Deal...


o preffer this:


o maybe some of these:




sorry, to many to show

[Brock Samson]

I said "a hot babe"

can't you follow directions!?...     

(ya' did good kid) 

[Nacho-RT74]

Oh well I'm kinda gentle and wanted A HOT BABE to EVERY TASTE

[Lowprofile]

# 2 Looks to be custom race Jags [LeMans 24 hr race]....the black one anyways.

# 5 looks to be a Bugatti


Hey Nacho.....The Blue Bikini Babe rocks! lol

[ramit]

I think number one looks like some sort of a kit car made from a pontiac fiero.

[Nacho-RT74]

# 2 Looks to be custom race Jags [LeMans 24 hr race]....the black one anyways.

# 5 looks to be a Bugatti


Hey Nacho.....The Blue Bikini Babe rocks! lol

You think so ? heheh her name is Carina

Firts one is Dulce Maria
The one at a side of the red SUV is Lucila
White top one is Joddy
Last pic, the one without the hat is Claudia

and No I still don't know anyone of them... by the moments


BTW, I already got number 5 ( Seat )

[Nacho-RT74]

number 1, Lister Storm... with V12 Jaguar engine

number 3 not a Mustang but close... Pegasus

number 4... Lamborghini Raptor

[Brock Samson]

you are again correct sir...

(you peeked huh?..)

  ya didn't simply want to have to post more pics for us did ya'...   

I can understand why everyone thinks the seat is a Bugg... it's that horse shoe grill shape, the lister seems to have the double grill of a BMW too,.. lister is a british Sports Car that dates from the '50s,.. and are closely related to jags... & often have corvette motors like pic number two...

[Nacho-RT74]

  ya didn't simply want to have to post more pics for us did ya'...   

well actually I still need to guess the other two pics to compensate one girl for every car I got ... of course I mean two cars still rest since last girls pic there are two girls

on pic 2 I just can recognize what I think is the yellow Mercedes:  Pagoda ( 280 or 230SL )  or 190SL

also an off white convert MG in the middle and white Alfa Romeo at I side of Mercedes I think

[ck1]

studabaker hawk!