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Join the voice of the Tigers, Dylan Rivera, and Head Coach Travis Hill for another episode of Inside Tiger Football brought to you by Rib Crib! This week, they discuss the senior night win over Westmoore and preview the big playoff rematch with Mustang. Watch it LIVE on ArrowVision!

Monday - Jim wants to sell his Mustang and Jack tries Pho. We also talk about Friendsgiving, travel scams, communal dining, rock stars retiring, and sleep divorce. Brandon Kravitz on the Magic struggles, the Orlando Pride and UCF lose, parody in the NFL and Thanksgiving sides. Plus, JCS News, JCS Trivia & You Heard it Here First.

Monday - Jim wants to sell his Mustang and Jack tries Pho. We also talk about Friendsgiving, travel scams, communal dining, rock stars retiring, and sleep divorce. Brandon Kravitz on the Magic struggles, the Orlando Pride and UCF lose, parody in the NFL and Thanksgiving sides. Plus, JCS News, JCS Trivia & You Heard it Here First. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

251115 - Mustang Mach-E GT et Turo by Derrière le Volant

Tom Welch, Communications Director for the Mustang Club of Mid Michigan joins John and Mike to discuss what the club recommends you do to your Mustang when you put it away for the winter.

The Time Riders: Part 9 Planning Another Vacation Time Travel. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Cast of Characters: Mark Simmons: 18 year old High School grad, enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life. Uses various aliases in traveling. Rebecca 'Becky' Fischer: Mark's Physics teacher. Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling. Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary. Chester Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living in 17th Century French village. Cardinal Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke'. Statesman and Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne. Alexandra D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed. Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual. Dhallyla: Mark's mother. Roxy: Mark's sister. Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by Becky, dark complexion. Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely. Flavius: Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia, protective father of Dometia, Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation by Roman court. The Retiallis: A gladiator of the Collosseum. Prefers the trident spear and netting, to subdue opponents. Escapes to Sumeria. Rullus: A bulky gladiator of huge physical dimensions. Has an affection for Achilleia. Escapes to Sumeria. Achilleia: A fierce female gladiator. Prefers the whip and sword as weapons. Has a crush on Rullus. Escapes to Sumeria. Roxy stomped out of his room, trying to not slam the door behind her. Once he heard her heading down the stairs, Mark sank onto the corner of his bed and exhaled loudly, another shiver running up his spine. He suddenly had to pee. Had he really told Roxy the truth? He hadn't planned to, but he didn't exactly know what he planned to tell her, either. Now that he thought of it, telling her the truth was even more ridiculous than any appreciable lie he could have come up with, wasn't it? Of course she wouldn't believe him about a time machine, and she was quite reasonable not to. Just because it was true didn't mean she was committing an error in judgment. But now what? He had no idea how long her coerced 'promise' would hold her. She was really hot under the collar, and Roxy didn't take losing well at the best of times. He'd just have to be careful, he supposed. More so. He sighed and looked down at her little weed pipe, still in its baggie. In a moment of panic, when Roxy had been standing over him and threatening to slug him across the jaw, he'd made an instant decision; taking a lesson from his playbook with Becky; and resolved that he would get into Danni's house and filch the pipe, because he knew Roxy kept it there. He'd heard her talking over the phone about it with Danni at various points, and never really thought anything of it. Until now. He was familiar with Danni's house, since she'd been best friends with Roxy since they were little. When the two families were having dinner together, the girls had often dragged Mark upstairs and dressed him in girl's clothes and put makeup on him, like he was a doll for their tea parties. He also knew that Danni's parents didn't care if she smoked, because he'd heard Roxy lament this fact over the phone, wishing her parents were that cool. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to do the math of all this in his head. It would take Roxy thirty minutes to reach Danni's house in her car, to ask what the Hell had happened. But Danni would protest, insisting she'd never betray her friend and give Mark the pipe. Then she'd prove it by showing Roxy it was exactly where it was supposed to be, which was taped inside to the top of her underwear drawer. Only it wouldn't be there. Unless Mark went back to Danni's place and stashed it again, before the girls got up to her room. And then got out again. That'd really fuck with Roxy's head, and make Danni think Rox had gone insane. It took eight minutes for Mark to fire up and prime the Holmes Field Device, which was sitting in a corner in the basement that no one ever used. It was dead space, and as safe as any place else could be that wasn't Becky's basement. Eight minutes to prime it and program in the coordinates and the time. Like, literally a minute after he'd apparently gotten the pipe out of there to begin with. What? His mind was almost spinning at the logic flips. He had to return the pipe before he actually stole it? When did he steal it if he hadn't done it before returning it? And did that mean he had to steal it twice? He could account, apparently, for Danni not being in her room the first time, because he'd seemingly gotten away with it. If he landed a minute or so after he had burgled her, he would have the time he needed, he hoped, before she came back from wherever she was. Return it; steal it later, when no one is looking, then return it; I think. He heard the distinct sound of Roxy's Mustang roaring away down the road angrily. He somehow doubted that he had thirty minutes. What if he miscalculated and got caught? The obvious issues aside, how did he explain the Holmes Field Device? Could he explain it? People in this era thought time travel was fanciful sci-fi, after all. What happened then? He dropped the baggie on the bed, clasped his face in his hands and groaned, the number of calculations he needed to do making his head hurt. He really needed to stop pulling his solutions out of his ass, he was going to give himself a time-hemorrhoid. Time was wasting. "Wow, Mark," Becky mused as she sat in her lounger, sipping at the Falernian wine. Her bottles were almost gone, and they'd soon have to go back to their secret place in the woods and get more. It had been a rather involved operation, getting the giant vats aged a certain number of years back in the Roman era, then transporting them into the present and burying them again, so that they had a large stock of perfectly aged wine. "You sure like to play with fire, don't you?" "Tell me about it," he said wearily, as he sat on the couch, long pull drink from his own wine glass. "Can't believe it went off without a hitch." "You were near death that first night with me," Becky said rather somberly, concerned about the stress on her student's face. "And that only required one trip on your part, and my belief in myself. This little circus, however, I'll be amazed if your time cops don't show up to lecture you again. You'd deserve it." "I felt trapped, okay?" he said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. He knew Becky was right, and he didn't want to snap at her. It had just really worn him out. He'd lost track of when he was supposed to be there, and how often. He'd eventually concluded that dumb luck had saved him from criminal charges, not to mention any other headaches. "I just; when telling her the truth didn't make her go away, I jumped into my playbook, which at this time, consists of what I did with you." "What would you have done, exactly, if she'd believed you about the Holmes Field Device?" Becky queried, looking at him with interest. He considered and gave a halfhearted shrug. "I guess I knew she wouldn't, because if I told Roxy I was a guy, she'd yank my pants down to make sure. But to answer your question, I; I dunno. I was just really outta options." "I know you know this, Mark, but we obviously have to find ways for you to be even more careful," she said in a gentle tone. "You haven't timelocked yourself yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if you came really close there." "No shit," he muttered, scowling at his glass. "Sorry, just stressed." "Oh, poor baby," Becky cooed, getting out of her seat and coming over to sit down next to Mark. She pulled him into lean on her and then rested his face between her opulent tits, knowing exactly the effect this would have on him. "Just relax, it's all fine now." Mark sighed and nuzzled into her tits, relaxing a little. His teacher's scent and her glorious softness had a calming effect on his frazzled nerves. "Uhd, we should go on vacation in some remote time for a year or so. I could use it." Becky giggled, stroking her fingers through her student's dark hair. "If only we could." "Well, why couldn't we?" Mark reasoned, still nuzzling and refusing to leave his nest. "We've got a time machine, don't we?" "Mark, a two-week vacation is one thing, but longer stretches are problematic." "Why?" Becky sighed and put down her wine, opting to just hold him while he nuzzled her boobs. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy the sensation, after all. She knew that Mark, even though he was at least as experienced a time traveler as she was at this point, was still an eighteen-year-old boy, who had failed her Physics course. He just wasn't good at this stuff yet. But he took her with him readily, and she would have all the patience in the world until he caught up. If he ever did. "Mark, let's say you and I did indeed go on vacation for a year, somewhere in the time stream," she began, still stroking his wavy, dark hair. "And let's say we left tonight." "Sounds good, I'm in," Mark replied in a muffled tone. She smirked and continued. "And we come back after a year, to, say, an hour after we left, no one would notice, right?" "That's the beauty of it," he agreed, nodding in her boobs. "But we'd notice," she pointed out. We'd be a whole year older than when we left. When you got back, everyone would be trying to celebrate your nineteenth birthday, when, in reality, you're twenty. And you're the only one aside from me who knows it. Thanks to my captivity in the Louvre, I'm already a month older than our calendar indicates, so my birthday is technically inaccurate." He paused as he considered what she was saying. "And let's say, God forbid, that the time machine broke down somewhere in the past," she said, her voice taking on a serious tone. "Neither of us knows how to fix it, and there's absolutely no guarantee that we'd be able to find someone who could. What if it took the two of us five years to repair it, against all odds? We'd arrive back, an hour after we left, if we could, and everyone would notice we were magically five years older. I'd be thirty, you'd be twenty-three. We'd both look somewhat older, undoubtedly. How would we account for that?" Mark said nothing, just listening. "The only alternative would be to arrive five years in the future, to make up the difference, but then we've been AWOL with no explanation for five years," she continued. "Sure, maybe you can say you joined the merchant marines without a moment's notice, but what would I say?" She took his chin gently and turned his head to look up into her blue eyes. "We can't mess with the time stream and people's lives like that," she said quietly, almost sadly. "We're not from an era where time travel is the norm and people know what to expect." "You sure know how to take the fun out of time travel, Becks," he sighed, shaking his head. She giggled and cradled him in her bosom again, knowing he didn't mean it. "Silly," she cooed, jiggling her tits against his face a little. "You know better than anyone how much fun I can be in the time stream." "Yeah, that's true," Mark admitted, smiling and turning over on his back to look up at her while he lay in her lap. She was wearing black yoga pants, and a tight tank top and gave her impressive bust lots of breathing room. "But I really could use a little time away, to be honest. This nonsense stressed me out." "I'm sure it did, and hopefully you'll start thinking about these things ahead of time," she agreed, poking him in the nose. "In terms of what we could do, I have been giving the matter some thought." Mark raised an eyebrow. Becky never had bad ideas. Not compared to his, in any event. "I'm all ears." "Hardly," Becky giggled, reaching her hand down to gently cup his crotch beneath his jeans. "Let me explain first. You're not the only one with a predicament, although mine isn't necessarily self-inflicted." "Still listening," Mark said dryly, noticing the cheerful jibe. "It's difficult, being separated by three months the way we are," Becky said, caressing his cheek. "You, the Mark lying in my lap, you're from my upcoming summer. Me, I'm still waiting for the school year to finish. And three times a week, I see you in my classroom, and have to remind myself that the you sitting in that desk is not only still a minor, still, but has absolutely no idea about any of this." Mark said nothing, considering. "And I have to constantly be on guard, making sure I'm not sitting behind my desk, gazing at you dreamily in an off moment, or reminding myself not to sext you from the bathroom." "Damn, now I kinda wish you had," Mark mused, making her snicker. "Silly. What I'm saying, is that I think in the very near future, we'll need to not see each other for three months, as agonizing as that sounds, so that I can catch up with you." Mark screwed up his face as he thought about that. "That does sound sucky." "Oh, it won't be for you," Becky pointed out. "You get to hop on your time machine and return to three months from now, just like you always do every time we meet up. You won't even notice the difference. But you've also very tacitly avoided my future self for now, haven't you?" He nodded. "Yeah, you said to. Not that hard; it's a big city, and you told me where you tend to be at any given time, so it isn't much of a challenge." "Well, I want to catch up," Becky said firmly. "I want us to be on the same relative time frame, so that we don't need to worry about twists and so on, where things can go wrong. And if that means not seeing this you for three months," she whispered, placing her hand gently on his crotch, "and no time travelling for me because you've got the Holmes Field Device, then I'll manage. But it needs fixing, Mark." "Okay, done," Mark agreed, nodding. "But you mentioned something fun, which hasn't come up yet in this presentation so far." "Well," Becky began again. "I was thinking that we really should go and get Nanu and bring her forward with us. "It's not fair to leave her in that villa by herself. She doesn't really know how to look after herself, after all." "But we can keep visiting her," Mark pointed out. "She doesn't understand time travel, she'd hardly notice." "If we keep coming back to the same point in time to visit her, or at least within the same period frequently, it's true that little or no time will have passed for her," Becky said. "But we have our own lives, and goodness only knows when we'll have the time to pop out to Imperial Rome again. Years might pass for us before we can see her. How would we explain how much older we look to her?" "That again," Mark sighed, resenting the mathematical drudgery of time travel. "Yeah, that would freak her out. And as far as she's concerned, I'm still your slave, and she is too." "It's a notion I'll have to disabuse her of, once we bring her back here," Becky confirmed. "But I was thinking we'd have some fun when we go back and get her, and then she could stay with me. I'd spend our three months apart teaching her about our time and world, and when you meet us, we'd all be caught up together. Sound good?" "Well, I can't imagine it not being fun if you're around," Mark replied, grinning and sitting up, feeling considerably better after this talk with his teacher. "What're we gonna use to get the funds?" "Well," Becky said, making a cute show of thinking. "I've actually checked with that chroniques dealer? The one over on Adelaide that we were directed to?" "You've been busy!" Mark laughed, putting his arm around her shoulder. "I like to be prepared," she purred, snuggling into his side. "Anyway, I told him about my complete collection of Monchhichi minis that I inherited from my older cousin when I was young. Never did anything with 'em, because they just took up shelf space. But he's willing to give me a lot of money for them, apparently they're huge in the thirty-third century." "Well, of course they are," Mark said, rolling his eyes. "I; what the Hell are they, anyway? Never heard of 'em." "Oh, just collectible figurines from Japan in the Seventies, they look like cute little lolicon monkeys, along with a plushie toyline and several cartoons," she explained, waiving dismissively. "I couldn't care less about them, and if they make some person happy thirteen hundred years in the future, great. I'm getting lots of money for 'em." "Okay," Mark agreed, shrugging. "I was gonna sell my dad's Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots or Micronauts if we needed the geld. I'd probably get a good price on those, too." "You will," she confirmed. "But my lolicon monkeys are worth more, so we'll use them. So, we'll go see Nanu, tell her what's really up, have a lot of fun, spread my money around, and then bring her back. Sound good? I think two weeks of solid sucking and fucking should make you forget your woes." "I can hardly wait," Mark declared. "Why wait at all, big boy?" she purred again, as she undid his fly and bent her head down while fishing his cock out of his pants. Nanu sighed as she sat on the solium, kicking her legs back and forth slowly as she looked at the mosaic on the floor. It had been over a week now since she had seen anybody, let alone her mistress. As gorgeous as her surroundings were, this expansive villa hidden in the distant hills outside of mighty Rome, she was decidedly lonely. She'd never really spent any appreciable time by herself before Lady Aurora had purchased her from the Flavians. Despite her mistress' unwelcome absence, she found herself smiling as she thought of her. Lovely, lovely Lady Aurora Horatia; tall, with long, golden blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, sensuous lips that were always parted to show her white teeth and radiant smile. Her thoughts turned to the lady's other parts now, and she blushed. She thought of her mistress' lovely neck, supple shoulders, her large, perky bust, trim waist and glorious, tight ass. Nanu felt warm as she pictured Lady Aurora's cunt, which she kept smooth and clean; so unusual for a Roman patrician woman. She had long, strong dancer's legs, just like Nanu. She remembered how captivated she'd been while she watched Lady Aurora dance at the orgy. Bonosus. Lady Aurora's principal slave, and her lover. Dark, wavy hair, and deep brown eyes; he was unnaturally tall, at least to Nanu, with an athletic build, broad shoulders, and a small waist that was hard to the touch; and his cock was huge. It had felt like it was tearing Nanu apart when she rode on it with wild abandon. She came out of her reverie and looked around again, sighing forlornly. The villa was beautiful, with plastered walls covered in colorful frescoes, mosaic floors, indoor bathing chambers and toilets, beautiful gardens, a stream just behind the building, and all the delicious food she could eat. She had all the creature comforts any slave could ever want, but it was still quiet and lonely for her. She looked down at herself, using her fingers to pull slightly at the material of the top of the dress she wore. It was a spare garment, made of quality linen, one of several Lady Aurora had bought for Nanu from the Flavius family. Of course, the slave girl was thrilled beyond words to wear such a thing, and in all ways, she saw her ownership by Lady Aurora as a turning point in her life, the beginning of something wonderful beyond words. She and Bonosus were the luckiest slaves to ever live. But not if she was so very alone. Nanu, born into poverty in the tiny settlement of Akhmim in Egypt, the youngest of twelve children. Sold into slavery to the Flavians at a tender age to help feed her family, she'd lived a hard life, doing the most menial of tasks for the wealthy Roman family at their home in Tepihu, far up the Nile. But then they discovered she could dance, and dance well. She was sent to the principal Flavian household in distant Rome, a place she'd only ever heard of, and could never imagine. She danced for the patriarch and his wife, and they agreed to keep her on, as long as her legs held out. So Nanu danced relentlessly, determined to never return to the misery she'd known before. Within a year, she was the leader of the dancing girls the Flavians owned, and whatever jealousies the other girls might have held were quickly cast aside. Nanu understood that if she treated them all equally, she was more likely to prosper, rather than looking after only herself at their expense. She was lovers with all of them, and it wasn't long before she was fucking the lord and lady as well. Her position was as secure as a slave's could be under such circumstances. True, she was still punished, quite often for things beyond her control. But the Flavians were not overly harsh with her, having her flogged with short, thin reed brooms, to avoid scarring her. It hurt, and she cried, but she inevitably recovered, usually to be fucked by Master Flavius as she soon as she could walk. She left the chair and walked over to a small table, on which sat a highly polished silver mirror. She picked it up and looked at herself, pursing her lips, assessing her features. She'd always concluded that she was at least somewhat attractive, since men (and women) always wanted to fuck her. She was aware that being a highly trained dancer gave her a desirable physique for a slave, and her strong, taut muscles kept her cunt tight. Her tits were not overly large, but were pronounced from her torso, and jiggled when she danced or ran. She thought they swayed nicely when she walked. She had the creamy bronze skin of the people of the Black Lands, children of the pharaohs. Her thick hair was a glossy blue-black, and she kept it trimmed to just past her jaw, in the manner of women in her country. Her eyes were a warm hazel, with tawny flecks many of the other dancing girls described as bewitching and seductive. If only she could- "Well now, if it isn't everyone's favorite dancing slave," quipped a lyrical voice from nearby. Nanu's head snapped around and she cried out in delight as she espied Lady Aurora standing in the door nearby, with Bonuses just behind, looming over her and grinning. Nanu had been so wrapped up in looking at her reflection and feeling sorry for herself that she hadn't even heard them approach. "Mistress!" the Egyptian girl called out as she darted across the room and threw herself into Lady Aurora's waiting arms. "Magistra! How I Have Missed You!" "We've missed you too, Nanu," Becky said softly, hugging the shorter girl and kissing the top of her head while Nanu burst into tears. "I'm sorry we were away for so long." "It felt like forever, mistress, I won't lie," Nanu said, choking back her sobs before pressing her mouth to Becky's and kissing her fiercely. Becky returned the kiss gladly, and the women greeted one another with tangling tongues and wandering hands for nearly a minute before they needed to breathe. Nanu looked up at Becky now, her eyes still wide and wet with emotion. "May I; may I say hello to Bonosus, mistress?" "I'm pretty sure he's counting on it," Becky said, stepping aside and giggling as Nanu flung herself against Mark, kissing him feverishly, but with her hands predictably snaking down his frame and under his tunic to fondle his cock. "Goodness, girl, did those toys I left get no love from you in my absence?" "Oh, mistress, they got loved day and night," Nanu replied, turning to look at Becky since she was being addressed. "But I do not need to tell you that it is hardly the same as the real thing, as to have a real lover. And I am sorry if it makes me sound deficient, but; I am not good at being alone. I am not at all used to it." "Oh, I'm sorry, darling," Becky said as Mark picked Nanu up in his arms and carried her back into the room. Nanu had her arms around his neck, and seemed to be in absolute heaven, now that the two most important people in her life had returned. "But we're back now, and we have no intention of leaving you behind again." Nanu looked curious. "Won't leave me behind again; are we going somewhere, mistress? Are we to leave the villa?" "It will take some explaining, I promise you that," Becky answered, nodding. "But first, I think the three of us should fuck one another stupid all over the villa, don't you?" Nanu's face lit up at her mistress' suggestion and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, mistress! I want to fuck you both until I cannot see or walk straight!" Becky made a grand gesture with her hand, taking in the whole villa. "Then you may pick where we fuck, my love. Anywhere, as much as you please. We await your pleasure." Nanu looked around in almost breathless excitement as Mark put her down. She didn't know where to begin, only that she wanted to fuck Mistress Aurora and Bonosus in every single area of the villa. She'd been so glum that she barely noticed how horny she was. Now the rampant feelings of lust washed over her, and her cunt was shamefully wet. She grabbed Becky's hand and pulled her excitedly along through the house. "This way!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I want us to bathe and fuck!" Becky and Mark laughed as they followed the Egyptian girl into the small antechamber in front of the sudatorium, which Mark and Becky would normally identify as a sauna. They were amazed at the speed with which Nanu had not only removed her own clothes, but also undressed the two of them. Clearly she was in great need and had no intention of waiting. She had apparently lit the fire to heat the small room earlier in the day, for her own use, and now all she had to do was scrub the three of them down before bringing them inside. With a small sponge and rough linen cloths, she did this quickly. She then brought them into the sweat room, which was filled with steam already. Rocks in the little containment chamber over the brazier heated water and caused the steam, while small pouches of herbs hung over the rocks, and wine dripped through them to sizzle and evaporate, giving the steam a heady, aromatic quality that often left guests somewhat drunk. The three now stretched out on the wooden benches that lined the wall, sighing and relaxing for a moment before Nanu's eagerness overtook her. She crawled on top of Becky and kissed her deeply, squirming her body down into her mistress' while they fondled one another. Mark watched on lazily, knowing that the day was young, and it was best that he conserve his strength. Keeping up with Nanu's libido was no small task, not to mention Becky's once she got going. It wasn't long before the two girls were locked in a slippery, trembling sixty-nine, moaning as they lapped at one another's twats and fingered each other's puckered knots. Nanu came so hard she almost shrieked inside Becky's cunt, while the blonde goddess shuddered and speared her tongue deep inside her lover as she came, glazing Nanu's face with her cum. Both girls seemed almost to become puddles, sighing languidly as they lay together, bodies shining with sweat. Through the haze of steam, Mark could see them kissing one another's pussies gently, and the look on Nanu's face could only be described as rapture, mixed with a sense of relief and contentment. She was so happy her mistress had come back to her. But Nanu recovered quickly, turning her head to look at her fellow 'slave', whom she knew as Bonosus. Mark was lying on his side on the bench he occupied, idly stroking his cock. Nanu had already focused on his manhood like an arrow, and managed to extricate herself from Becky without disturbing her mistress' bliss, and crawled across the tile floor on all fours, her hazel eyes glinting. Without waiting, she knelt next to him, moved Mark's hand aside, and took his cock into her grip. She began stroking slowly and gently, before leaning in to kiss the swelling tool lovingly. She swirled her tongue around the head, then up and down the hardening shaft several times, her hand following her tongue. Then she popped her mouth around the head and slowly pushed down, humming as she moved wetly down his length. Mark sighed in pleasure and began running his hand through her raven hair. Becky now watched, caressing her creamy cunt as she gazed over at the lovers. Mark was half on his back, half on his side, while Nanu was kneeling on the floor, bent over and bobbing up and down on his stiff cock. Her tiny hand made a gentle twisting motion on the smooth skin of his shaft, following her warm, wet mouth. Becky smiled, knowing how great it was to give her student head, since she'd done it countless times herself now. Things would be so much easier for them all when she finally caught up with him in the timeline. Mark stroked down Nanu's back and reached her ass, giving one of the tight, perk cheeks a squeeze before nudging her. Nanu took the hint readily and stood up, clambering over Mark's face and looking down his body. The bench wouldn't have been big enough for Mark and Becky to do what was now happening, but Nanu was considerably smaller than Becky, and somehow managed. She leaned down his body, crying out suddenly as Mark pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid his tongue around her gooey cunt. She trembled and squirmed for several moments before composing herself and returning to the task of sucking on his cock hungrily. He was at full mast now, and Nanu's tiny hand could hardly fit around the girth of his shaft. Amazingly, though, she could take his manhood all the way inside her mouth, and down her throat readily. Becky's slave was as gifted as she was shameless, clearly. Nanu grunted as Mark slid one of his fingers inside her ass. Mark had larger hands than most people from her home era, and his finger was larger than some dicks she'd had back there before. Or at least, it certainly felt that way at the moment. She accepted the intrusion willingly, squirming back against his hand, and squeezing her tight tunnel around it while he massaged her cunt and clit with her tongue. She let out little moans, still bobbing up and down while giving Becky a sidelong look with heavily lidded, glazed eyes. Determined to not be left out, Becky slowly rose from her bench and wiggled over across the small area. She observed the setting with a critical eye for several moments, working out the logistics of how to best fit into this carnal puzzle. Just like she could not readily engage in a sixty-nine with Mark on these relatively (to them) narrow benches, she could not straddle him and fuck him to proper effect either. The answer presented itself quickly. She eased Nanu up into a sitting position over Mark's face, and if the slave girl was disappointed in having to relinquish that delicious cock, the feeling quickly gave way to yelps of delight as she sank her cunt even further down onto Mark's tongue, squirming and grinding lustily. Becky pumped and stroked Mark's cock steadily for several seconds, making sure he would stay hard. He was lying down the length of the bench, his tool ramrod-erect for her. She then stood and moved over his midsection, facing out into the tiny chamber. She bent her knees and reached under, steadying his throbbing cock while she guided it to her cuntlips. One she had him in place, she slowly sat down, sighing as he pushed up inside her steaming depths. Her ass come to rest on his hips, while she sat sideways on him, pinned to his cock. She closed her eyes and just savored the sensation for several seconds, her fingers flexing against his stomach and his knee, respectively. She finally opened her blue eyes and turned her head to smile at Nanu, who was moving up and down slowly on Mark's tireless tongue. Becky leaned in toward the slave, who immediately moved her torso forward to meet Becky. They kissed over Mark's long form, tongues tangling while Becky began to move up and down slowly, loving the feel of this unique position with him deep inside her. The threesome slowly squirmed and undulated against one another, time lost within the confines of the tiny, steaming chamber. The dim, amber light of the fire beneath the heated stones was their only illumination, but in this misty, ethereal sitting, it was utter perfection. The scent of spiced wine mingled with the aromas of bodies making love. Becky could taste the wine in Nanu's sweat as she drew her tongue along the girl's collarbone and over her tits. "I think it's about time for you to fuck Nanu and cum in her, Mark," Becky panted after several minutes of churning up and down on his thick rod. She was massaging and groping her tits, or Nanu's as she rode. The Egyptian girl had reached forward and was massaging her mistress' cunt dutifully as well. "It's been a few weeks for her, and you just filled me up this morning." "Relatively speaking," Mark quipped from beneath Nanu's writhing hips. "You sit on the bench and spread 'em, Becks, and she can kneel and lick you. I'll get behind her." Becky had no problem with this plan, and quickly coaxed Nanu off Mark's face, to kneel on the floor in front of her. Nanu's eyes widened with delight as Becky smiled and parted her legs, before reaching down with two fingers to spread her thick nether lips wide, exposing her glistening inner pink to the slave girl. Nanu practically dived in, and Becky grunted and almost jumped, clasping the girl's head suddenly, her feet leaving the floor. "Nuh, fuck!" she wheezed as Nanu began lapping at her like she was eating her last meal before she died. Her fingers gripped Nanu's black hair while she began grinding her snatch against the girl's face desperately. Nanu licked cunt like nobody's business. Mark, meanwhile, had positioned himself behind Nanu, and lined his cock up with her dripping twat, holding her by the ass cheeks. Nanu trembled while he slid his cockhead up and down her slippery lips, and against her tingling clit, making her squeak and whimper into Becky's cunt. He braced her for only the briefest of moments before sliding inside her without any warning, sinking in to the hilt. The Egyptian slave-girl wailed in ecstasy as he forced her wide, pinning her to him. Mark began fucking Nanu with a steady, strong pace, and she yelped into her mistress' cunt with each thrust, even while lapping at her pink twat hungrily. Her face was shining with sweat, and Becky's wetness, her tongue thick with the cloying sweetness of the blonde woman. Nanu's head was spinning in delight. Surely this was the heavenly afterlife? Becky almost curled up on herself, her fingernails threatening to leave grooves in Nanu's scalp as she shook uncontrollably and came, barely able to keep herself from screeching. She slathered Nanu's face in her essence, her entire body tingling with fire. Nanu shuddered and writhed, wailing as she came, her cunt tightening around Mark's cock fiendishly. As if on cue, Mark arched his back, gritted his teeth and growled, pumping all his cum inside Nanu, thrusting strongly. The trio rocked and writhed in depraved unison for close to a minute before Mark leaned forward on Nanu's back, breathing heavily. Becky sighed in exhaustion, sinking down on the bench, her cunt pressing into Nanu's face. The slave girl, pinned in place between her mistress and her fellow slave, simply held still, surrounded by warm, slick flesh and gently caressing fingers. She could still feel Bonosus throbbing deep inside her, and her mistress' cunt oozed against her mouth. She felt so blessed and safe like this. But then she looked up from between Becky's legs, her own glinting with eagerness. "Come! I know where we need to fuck next!" And with that, the Egyptian girl extricated herself from between them and wiggled quickly out of the room. Mark groaned and sagged forward between Becky's tits, and she held onto him wearily. "Now I know why we can't leave her for weeks on end," he mumbled in her cleavage. "Because we won't survive the backlog of fucking we need to do;” Nanu was sitting in the chair, her expression one of bewilderment. She seemed to have forgotten the goblet of wine in her hand, and she sat with her arms and legs tucked in close to her body. Clearly, she was confused and feeling uncertain about what she was hearing. "You're; mistress, you're not a Roman at all?" she asked quietly as she stared at Becky. They were sitting in the atrium of the villa, and it was a quiet evening. Birds sang, and a gentle breeze caressed their faces and the nearby blossoms as it dipped over the villa and into the central opening. Becky shook her head, knowing that this was going to take a lot of patience on her and Mark's part; and even more on Nanu's. Everything she was in the process of telling the girl would sound completely preposterous, even more so than Mark's explanation to his sister the day before. "No, Nanu, I'm not a Roman of any sort," the blonde woman confessed, trying to smile. "And my name is not Aurora Horatia. My name is Rebecca." "Rebekah?" Nanu queried, making a wry face. "That is a Hebrew name." She looked Becky up and down skeptically. "You don't look like a Hebrew." The slave girl looked at Mark. "And your name is not Bonosus, and you're not a Roman either?" He shook his head. "Nope. I'm Mark. And Becks is actually my teacher." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds and when she finally opened them, they were filled with worry. "Are; are you going to kill me?" Despite herself, Becky burst into giggle fits at the question. Nanu looked confused, and then slightly irked at the response from her 'mistress'. She thought it was a perfectly reasonable question, under these circumstances. She folded her arms, crossed her legs, and looked off at the sky over the far wall, annoyed. "I'm sorry, Nanu," Becky said finally reining herself in. "I wasn't laughing at you, I mean it. It just wasn't what I expected to hear at all, and we both love you too much to ever consider killing you. Hell, I'm not sure we could if we tried." "Well I don't know what to believe," sniffed the younger girl. "You've bought me, and taken me away from a comfortable, if not happy life, and nearly gotten me killed at least once, and then there was that; thing; that you two ride around on;” "The Holmes Field Device," Becky said, nodding. "It doesn't just take us where we want to go, it allows us to travel through time, which is why we are here at all." Nanu shook her head, indicating that she had no idea what Becky meant. The teacher leaned forward slightly, smiling. They weren't sitting that far apart, but she had allowed for a small amount of distance between them, so that Nanu didn't feel trapped or pressured if she took all this poorly. To be honest, she was taking it surprisingly well, even if she wasn't buying all of it. "Nanu, I apologize for asking simple questions, but please bear with me;” she said quietly, noticing that even if she was listening, Nanu was now staring at Becky's cleavage, framed between her arms while she sat forward. Mark was staring too. Some thing would never change. "You understand the concepts of yesterday, today and tomorrow, yes?" Nanu nodded slowly. "Yes, mistress." "Do you ever wish you could visit days that have gone by?" Becky asked. "Like maybe go back and visit your childhood, or meet some member of your family who was lost years ago? Or even see the Sphinx getting built?" The girl looked confused again. "Suh-finx?" Becky looked at Mark, hoping for some help. He still had the chip that let him speak Egyptian in his head. He pondered the issue for a moment before the tiny computer in his noggin gave him the answer. He looked at Nanu and smiled. "Horemakhet." Nanu's eyes went wide. To see the Horus of the Western Horizon being built by the gods. She shook her head. "What you say is impossible!" Becky smiled now, not blaming Nunu for her disbelief. "Nanu, a long time ago, people would have thought that chariots were impossible, that mastering fire and steel were impossible. But you know they're not just possible, you know that these things are fact." Nanu nodded, willing to listen to her beloved mistress, who apparently wasn't her mistress. But she listened. "Mark and I come from many, many tomorrows away, a time many years from now. That device that we travel on, it allows us to do it." The Egyptian girl screwed up her face, trying to understand. She thought she'd heard outlandish things in her life before, but this was so far beyond her conceptions and experience that it sounded like a ridiculous fable her grandmother would tell her. But she had stepped on the wondrous device, and it had taken them somewhere far away from Rome in the blink of an eye, and back. She could not deny this had happened, even if she didn't understand it. Which brought up a big question for her. "Why do you do this?" she queried, looking at each of them. Mark shrugged. "It's fun to move through time and do things." Another skeptical look from Nanu. "You think it's fun to have the gladiators of Rome try to kill you?" Mark faltered slightly. "I; well, no, not that part." Becky giggled. "No, Nanu, that part is unplanned. Mark and I like to travel to different times, to see important events, and to fuck there." Nanu tilted her head curiously at the statement. "What it so important about fucking in these places?" Becky considered her answer. "There's nothing important about it, you're right. But it's still fun. We love to do these things, because almost no one else can. And hopefully it's exciting but not dangerous. If we didn't do this, we never would have met you, and we wouldn't be fucking you now. And we both wouldn't be crazy about you." Nanu's stomach was in her feet as she thought about what her mis; what Rebekah was saying. She was horrified by the thought now that she might never have met them, they she might not have been bought, or living here, in freedom, and getting fucked to her little heart's content. "But if you are not; not from today;” she murmured, trying to formulate her thoughts around these strange concepts. "Then you will keep leaving me. You might come back, but you will keep leaving." Becky could see the tears welling in Nanu's eyes, and she rose from her chair and moved to sit with the smaller girl, cradling her into her bosom as Nanu tried not to cry. "Oh, Nanu, I'm sorry," she cooed. "I didn't realize how hard it was for you to be alone." "I've never been alone," sniffled the raven-haired girl, wrapping her arms around Becky's waist tightly, unwilling to let go. "My whole life, I've never been alone for so much as a day, never mind a week. It was terrifying. I'm a slave, you know." Becky caressed her fingers through Nanu's hair and kissed the top of her said. "I understand now. And I am sorry. But Mark and I wanted to talk to you about that, actually." Nanu choked back a sob and looked up at Becky, ready to hear what she had to say. "Mark and I want to bring you with us," Becky explained, using a thumb to wipe some tears from Nanu's cheek. "Come back to our time, and perhaps take you with us on our adventures." Nanu's eyes went wide. "L; leave Rome?" Becky shrugged. "Is there anyone left for you to care about?" "Well, no." Nanu admitted. "And as I've already told you, Mark and I are crazy about you, so since we cannot stay here in Rome with you, maybe you should come with us, Becky continued. "I love having you around." Nanu's face lit up at Becky's words, but then a cloud passed over her face as things occurred to her. "But I; know nothing about this place you are from. How would I live?" "Well I would teach you, of course," Becky replied, smiling. "And it'll probably be terrifying at first, since you will see things you cannot even imagine, but Mark and I will protect you and help you learn." "I; would stay with you?" Nanu asked in a voice begging for assurance. Becky nodded. "You won't leave me alone?" The blonde woman smiled. "Well, I might have to step out the door once in a while to go and get food, or go to my job, but I won't leave you alone for days at a time, I promise." Nanu returned to hugging Becky, looking off at the far wall across the atrium. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about what she should do. Did she take these two up on their weird offer? Did she just ask to stay here at the villa, and take her chances about when they could visit? Did she ask to be sent back to the Flavius household? Every option terrified her. She finally looked up at Becky again and drew a deep breath. "Can we; fuck some more, while I think about it?" Becky and Mark both laughed and nodded their assent. It was the most Nanu thing Nanu had ever said. Predictably, Nanu, after much fucking and pondering, had decided to take Mark and Becky up on their offer. Delighted, Becky had declared that they would be doing some shopping first, heading into Rome to get things she wanted. Nanu was always happy to visit the city, she was always enthralled by the sights and sounds around her. "But I; I must point out something," she confessed, looking uneasy. "I know you keep saying that I need not be your slave anymore, but it is not safe for me to walk around freely, Mistress, no matter what you tell me. If you say you don't own me, I am still a slave to them. They'll put me in chains and have me on the auction block again in no time, but probably not before they do awful things to me." "She has a point, Becks," Mark started, shrugging as he fastened his tunic in place. "We may know slavery is immoral, but Rome doesn't give a shit. As far as they're concerned, you're still a patrician woman, and we're still your slaves." "Which brings up another troublesome fact," Becky sighed, building on Mark's premise. "You're the most hated individual in Rome. You defiled a Vestal Virgin;” "Pervert," Nanu said in a low voice, nudging Mark. "You made a mockery of the legal system, and turned the Colosseum into a sexual freak show. I wouldn't be surprised if every soldier in Rome had orders to skewer you on sight." "Hey, I'm not the one who dropped a giant canvas sail on the emperor's head and wiggled my tits at seventy thousand people, you know!" Mark protested. "Well, that part was fun," Becky mused, smirking, lapsing into English for a moment. "So what do we do? I want to go shopping, but without getting you killed." "Yeah, you've got a point there," Mark allowed, looking at the ground as he pondered the issue. Nanu looked back and forth between them as they spoke in their unintelligible gibberish. "Well, we either need a disguise for me, so I don't look like Bonosus anymore, or we need to jump back a few days to before we arrived, and before anyone would know us." "More of your time twists," Becky chided, holding up a finger. "Didn't you learn?" "I know what you mean, but I kinda think we did that," Mark replied. "Don't you remember how you said people were waving at you like they knew you already, and you thought that was weird? That maybe they'd mistaken you for someone else? It's kinda unlikely that they are mistaking you for anyone, Becks. You're as tall as most of the men, and you're like a living embodiment of Venus to them, with blonde hair." "I'm afraid you may be right," Becky sighed, not liking the hypothesis, but forced to admit it was probably accurate. "So we go back maybe a week before we first arrived, do our shopping, and split?" Mark turned and looked at Nanu now. "Nanu, have you been into the city of Rome any time in the last week before you met us? Or anyone from the Flavius household?" "Ooh, good catch, Mark," Becky mentioned, nodding. "Can't have her running into herself by accident, no matter how unlikely." Nanu considered for a moment and then shook her head. "No, before you arrived, it had been more than a month, I think. Master Flavius resented paying the prices they wanted in the city, he usually made us shop in Lavinium, it was cheaper." Mark shrugged. "We could probably do your shopping and find some fun, Becks. Then we'll plan our next move. Sound good?" Becky removed her outfit, letting pool around her feet before sitting down in a low chair. She held out her arms, beckoning for Nanu to join her. The Egyptian girl shed her clothing, and then went to sit naked in her blonde lover's lap, their lovely tits squashing together. They kissed for some moments before Becky smiled at Nanu. "I want to buy you some outfits, Nanu, outfits like I wear. Would you like to dress and look like mistress?" It seemed as though Nanu might faint. Becky was also pretty sure she felt the girl getting wet. She giggled and kissed Nanu's nose. "I'll take that as a yes." Rome. The litter glided through the crowded street, with people dutifully making way for it; whomever was inside was clearly important. The four dark-skinned slaves bearing it on their shoulders walked along silently, seemingly not bothered by the weight within. The litter itself was simple in design, but ornate in appearance, the canopy held aloft on carved poles, and much of it decorated with gold leaf or edging. Diaphanous curtains on all sides obscured the women within. Becky and Nanu lay on their sides, facing in toward one another. Nanu was wearing a beautiful stola, just like Becky, and she gazed down at her raiment in wonder, running a hand delicately over the fabric. Becky smiled as she watched the Egyptian girl while reaching into a bowl between them and putting a grape in her mouth. "Mistress, this is wonderful," Nanu whispered, knowing to not refer to Becky as her mistress too loudly. "I've never felt anything like this in my life, except on someone else." "Well, it's yours, and yours alone, so enjoy it," Becky said cheerfully, enjoying Nanu's elation. She put another grape between her teeth and smiled slyly. Nanu leaned in and took the grape between her own teeth, their lips touching. As Nanu masticated on the grape, Becky opened the gauze-like drapes in the back if the litter and called out gently. "How we doing back there, Mark?" "Oh, just fine, thanks so very much for asking," muttered the student-slave, who trudged along behind the litter, carrying several handbags made of linen and animal skins, filled with shopping goods. His hands and shoulders ached. How the Hell could Becky purchase so much shit in an era that didn't have electronics? "How much farther we got?" "Not too much longer, I think," mused the blonde teacher casually. She wasn't too worried about Mark having to carry stuff, he'd been through worse recently. She'd bought outfits and jewelry, pretty house furnishings, and other curios to take home. She considered what she'd need to buy for Nanu upon their return. Clothes aside, she would somehow need to procure ID for her, some sorts of medical records, and so forth. How did she get any of that done? "Will I like my new life, mistress?" Nanu asked, eating another grape. "I am sure I will love living with you, but;” Becky smiled and caressed her face lovingly. "It will be very, very different, Nanu. And at times it will seem frightening. But there are so many things I cannot wait to show you." "Then I will wait and trust you," the Egyptian girl said softly, giving herself over to her mistress' carefully in her mind. "Because I believe you when you say you love me and want the best for me." Nanu was silent for some time, as if deep in thought. "What's on your mind, darling?" Becky asked, curious. Nanu sighed. "I just miss my family. I have not seen them since I was young. And I dreamed of returning to them one day." Becky smiled. "Oh, you want t

En esta emisión de Autos y Más, arrancamos con las noticias más relevantes del mundo del motor, platicamos del Ford Mustang GTD la versión más potente del Mustang, cuenta con más de 800 caballos de fuerza. En otros comentarios, Volkswagen Polo, Taos y Taigun se coronan como los más confiables en el estudio VDS 2025 de J.D. Power México y finalizamos comentando los 50 años de BMW Serie 3 presentado por primera vez en 1975. No dejes de escuchar la transmisión en vivo porque tendremos muchos regalos, recuerda sintonizar de lunes a viernes de 8 a 9 pm y sábados de 10 am a 12 pm por tu estación favorita MVS Noticias en el 102.5 de tu FM.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

For Colbert Court, Attorney Glenn Klausman brings us the case of Jack and Jill, who are engaged and share an apartment with their friend, Christina. Jack shopped for car insurance on their new Ford Mustang, but did not include Christina because she has her own. However, two months later, Jack was in a car accident caused by someone who had the minimum required insurance. The new Mustang needs over $20,000 in repairs but his insurance company has refused to pay anything. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

For Colbert Court, Attorney Glenn Klausman brings us the case of Jack and Jill, who are engaged and share an apartment with their friend, Christina. Jack shopped for car insurance on their new Ford Mustang, but did not include Christina because she has her own. However, two months later, Jack was in a car accident caused by someone who had the minimum required insurance. The new Mustang needs over $20,000 in repairs but his insurance company has refused to pay anything.

On today's episode, Andy & DJ discuss the likely end of the government shutdown as House lawmakers prepare to clear the final hurdles, the bloody brawl that erupted when agitators protested a TPUSA event at UC Berkeley, and the viral video of a Portland woman chasing ICE agents in her Mustang before panicking and screaming "I'm a mom!" when they threatened to arrest her.

Febrero de 1944. Un P-51B Mustang solitario, pilotado por el novato Teniente Reed, es interceptado por dos Fw 190 sobre Holanda. Comparamos dos de las máquinas más letales en los cielos de Europa en plena campaña de bombardeo. El Focke Wulf es un asesino nato en busca de cuatrimotores aliados. El Mustang es el paladín defensor de las formaciones de B-17 que machacan la industria alemana. ¿Cuál fue el mejor avión? En la serie Versus no nos limitamos a enfrentar tecnológicamente un sistema de armas contra otro, sino que confrontemos aspectos como su rol, diseño, fabricación, recursos, pilotos, integración ... Con Antonio Gómez y Dani CarAn. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Este 12 de noviembre Neil Young cumple 80 años de vida, de los que más de 60 ha dedicado en cuerpo y alma a la música. Antes de conseguir reconocimiento y proyección comercial el canadiense pasó unos años formativos, buscando su identidad. Repasamos aquí sus primeros pasos, su camino desde que en 1963 lanza su primer single con el grupo de surf The Squires y hasta que en 1968 una de sus canciones entra por fin en las listas de éxitos y comienza a escribirse la leyenda.Playlist;(sintonía) THE SQUIRES “The Sultan” (1963)THE SQUIRES “Mustang” (inédito, 1963)THE SQUIRES “I’l love you forever” (inédito, 1964)NEIL YOUNG “Sugar mountain” (demo, 1965)NEIL YOUNG “Don’t cry no tears” (1975)THE SQUIRES “I wonder” (inédito, 1964)NEIL YOUNG and COMRIE SMITH “Hello lonely woman” (1965)NEIL YOUNG “Flyin’ on the ground is wrong” (demo, 1966)THE MYNAH BIRDS “It’s my time” (inédito, 1966)BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD “Burned” (1966)BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD “Kahuna sunset” (inédito, 1966)BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD “Down down down” (inédito, 1966)NEIL YOUNG “Down to the wire” (demo, 1967)NEIL YOUNG “Everybody knows this is nowhere” (demo, 1967)NEIL YOUNG “One more sign” (demo, 1967)BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD “Expecting to fly” (1968)NEIL YOUNG “Slowly burning” (1968)Escuchar audio

The Nixon-Smiley Mustangs finished their 2025 football season on Friday night, Nov. 7, with a tough 42-30 loss to the Stockdale Brahmas. The defeat marked a balanced 5–5 season, as the Mustangs continued to show growth, pride, and determination under the Friday night lights. Junior quarterback Eric Rodriguez (2) led the Mustang offense with two touchdowns and a successful two-point conversion, showcasing his dual-threat ability. Sophomore Joe White (17) provided a spark with 87 rushing yards on just four carries, including a breakaway touchdown run. Junior Khali Jantes (20) added another touchdown and 54 yards on three touchdowns, while senior...Article Link

Shoot us a Text.Episode #1192: Ford faces a jolt of EV reality as the F-150 Lightning may lose its spark. Meanwhile, SEMA goes full throttle with hydrogen, hybrids, and horsepower. And Progressive's “Flo” gets a digital copilot as AI helps animals hit the road in the brand's latest ad.Show Notes with links:Ford is reportedly weighing the end of its all-electric F-150 Lightning as it reassesses its EV strategy amid steep losses and cooling demand. The move would mark a dramatic shift from what Ford once called a “Model T moment.”Ford's Model e division has lost $2.2B in the first half of 2025 and Lightning production remains paused after a fire at aluminum supplier Novelis,Sales have plateaued: only 24,577 units sold through October and fewer than 100,000 total since launch.Ford execs are prioritizing gas and hybrid F-150s as EV tax credits fade and consumer demand softens.The review echoes moves by GM and Stellantis, both of which have scaled back electric truck plans.The SEMA Show once again delivered its signature mix of over-the-top creativity and real-world innovation. Automakers used the Las Vegas stage to showcase performance, personalization, and the future of vehicle design.Ford unveiled the Maverick 300T, a 300-hp street truck featuring the Mustang's turbocharger, a lowered stance, and sport-tuned suspension aimed at AWD trims.Honda came in hot with eight prototypes, led by the Civic Type R HRC Rally XP built for rally racing.Toyota showed off a Turbo Trail Cruiser based on a 1985 Land Cruiser FJ60.Nissan's Dune Patrol turned the Armada into a desert racer.“SEMA has become the proving ground for what's next in personalization — if it's wild enough to work here, it's only a matter of time before it hits the street,” said one show organizer.Progressive is putting artificial intelligence in the driver's seat—literally—in its new ad “Drive Like an Animal.” The spot uses AI-generated visuals to depict animals behind the wheel while promoting the company's Snapshot® program, which personalizes rates based on actual driving habits.The ad combines AI-generated animation with the familiar voice of Flo (Stephanie Courtney) for a whimsical twist where llamas, lions, and leopards rule the road.“AI is an exciting tool that adds to our ability to innovate, but it's just that—a tool,” said Matt Dillon, Business Leader of Creative Development at Ninety6, Progressive's agency.Progressive says its use of AI follows strict ethical and copyright standards, emphasizing responsible innovation.“‘Drive Like an Animal' shows that fairness and personalization can be fun—drivers deserve coverage that reflects them,” said Meghan Walsh, Progressive's Head of Integrated Marketing.Join Paul J Daly and Kyle Mountsier every morning for the Automotive State of the Union podcast as they connect the dots across car dealerships, retail trends, emerging tech like AI, and cultural shifts—bringing clarity, speed, and people-first insight to automotive leaders navigating a rapidly changing industry.Get the Daily Push Back email at https://www.asotu.com/ JOIN the conversation on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/company/asotu/

Jennifer and Jessee from Mustang went out, and something happened with the waitress and the mayo that is keeping them from another date. So what actually happened?

The guys kick it off this week by remembering local Corvette racer and speed shop legend, Frank Dominianni. A wiring harness job on a 60's Mustang uncovers all sorts of pitfalls and problems, which runs into the  trouble one can get into by doing a simple oil change. Oil filter tools and removal tricks get kicked around as well as the mysterious reason Ford oil pan drain bolts tend to strip out.On Instagram: @real_motormouthradio and You Tube: https://youtu.be/dlGpMnf8bXISpreaker: https://www.spreaker.com/episode/mmr-11-09-2025--68487391

Dave Kunz from ABC and KFI’s Car Specialist revealed Ford’s newest 4D immersive Mustang experience, while noting an industry shift mirroring the “Dumb House” trend—drivers are tired of giant touch screens and want real knobs and buttons again. Even Chinese EVs like the Xiaoming XL7 are embracing this back-to-basics design. Later, Conway covered big national stories: the Mega Millions jackpot soaring to $843 million, and Fox Sports firing ex-USC QB Mark Sanchez following a violent confrontation in Indianapolis where he was stabbed in the chest. Drew Brees will take over his broadcasting duties. Political fireworks continued with Elex Michaelson, host of CNN’s hit show “The Story Is…”—now the #1-rated cable news broadcast in its slot. The conversation hit heated quotes from Nancy Pelosi and Donald Trump, the Governor run by Antonio Villaraigosa, and chatter about Hakeem Jeffries and Bernie Sanders shaping the 2026 Democratic field. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In episode 794 of The Bad Crypto Podcast, the Republic of Bad Cryptopia is going through major life upgrades. Travis has officially moved to Dubai to become Chief Innovation & Web3 Marketing Officer at MultiBank.io, leading their $MBG token, RWA plays, and a wild new partnership with UFC legend Khabib that involves tokenized gyms. Meanwhile, Joel’s getting married in Breckenridge, rebooting his personal YouTube channel, dropping weekly AI for Everyone episodes, and shaping a new book built from decades of entrepreneurial stories. Then we zoom out and ask the big question: where are we really in this market? Bitcoin has dipped back near the $100K line, alts are bleeding, and total crypto market cap has shed nearly a trillion dollars from the peak. Joel argues the classic 4-year cycle is breaking as nation-states, institutions, and a pro-crypto president pile in… while Travis reminds us that crypto has a nasty habit of wrecking your best assumptions (and your dream Mustang) right when you think you’ve figured it out. Volatility, bull-market “top” indicators, and long-term conviction all collide in one brutally honest convo. This episode is a reset: two blockheads, two dudes talking crypto, life, AI, politics, poop, and everything in between — the way the show started, before “no banter” media people tried to tame it. If you’ve ever felt lost in the noise of headlines and just wanted to hang with a couple of over-50 degen uncles trying to figure it out in real time… this one’s for you.

In this episode, Siddhant Acharya, the creator of Space in Nutshell—a page with over 1.5 million followers exploring cosmology and the mysteries of the universe—joins us for a deep conversation on AI, civilization, and the future of humanity. He opens up about his first podcast experience, how the Space in Nutshell Instagram page was removed, and how creators like Joe Rogan and Mr Beast inspired his cosmic storytelling. We dive into the development of technology, what makes a Type-1 Civilization, and how AI could transform human progress toward intergalactic life. From CERN's experiments rumored to trigger earthquakes, to the strange prediction that Earth might lose a second by 2029, this podcast covers fascinating science and speculation. We also explore the two moons of Earth, Dyson Sphere theory, an astronomer's mysterious death in space, and even a flower grown beyond Earth's atmosphere. Later, Siddhant discusses Amaterasu particles, asteroids flying past Earth, sea beads discovered in Mustang, Nepal, Point Nemo, and predictions about the end of the world. The episode closes with reflections on China's technological lead, Nepal's politics, and how youth can shape the future. If you're into space, science, technology, or cosmic philosophy, this episode is a must-watch. #SpaceInNutshell #SiddhantAcharya #Podcast #AI #CERN #DysonSphere #Type1Civilization GET CONNECTED WITH Siddhant Acharya : Instagram (Space in nutshell) - https://www.instagram.com/spaceinnutshell/ Instagram (Personal) - https://www.instagram.com/astrosid__/ Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/@DiscussionDynamics  

The boys are back, we get project updates and discuss some SEMA builds!  

===== MDJ Script/ Top Stories for October 31st Publish Date:  October 31st    Commercial: From the BG AD Group Studio, Welcome to the Marietta Daily Journal Podcast.    Today is Friday, October 31st and Happy Birthday to John Candy I’m Keith Ippolito and here are the stories Cobb is talking about, presented by Times Journal Superior Plumbing Taste of Kennesaw is Saturday Marietta honors Rev. Dr. Nelson Price with Roswell Street commemorative naming Students can apply to over 60 Georgia colleges and universities for free in November Plus, Leah McGrath from Ingles Markets on carrots All of this and more is coming up on the Marietta Daily Journal Podcast, and if you are looking for community news, we encourage you to listen and subscribe!  BREAK: Ingles Markets 4 STORY 1: Superior Plumbing Taste of Kennesaw is Saturday  Mark your calendars—The Superior Plumbing Taste of Kennesaw is back! On Nov. 1, from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m., downtown Kennesaw (2829 Cherokee Street) will transform into a foodie’s paradise. Picture this: over 30 local restaurants serving up their best bites, a Beer Garden for the grown-ups, live music all day, and even a big screen for catching the games. Kids? They’ll be busy with inflatable slides and bounces while you stroll through the Georgia Grown Member Village. Restaurants like The Melting Pot, Gus’s Fried Chicken, and Williamson Brothers BBQ are just a few of the highlights. Admission’s free, and food samples range from $1 to $10. Proceeds benefit local charities like Shop with a Mustang and KSU Cares. Parking? Plenty—downtown, Adams Park, or First Baptist Church. Questions? Call 770-423-1330 or visit kennesawbusiness.org. Don’t miss it! STORY 2: Marietta honors Rev. Dr. Nelson Price with Roswell Street commemorative naming  For 35 years, Rev. Dr. Nelson Price stood at the pulpit of Roswell Street Baptist Church, drawing thousands to hear his sermons. Now, the stretch of Roswell Street from Marietta Square to Cobb Parkway—yes, past the Big Chicken—will honor his legacy as the “Rev. Nelson L. Price Memorial Pathway.” The name of the road isn’t changing, but two signs will mark the tribute. At Wednesday’s dedication, Mayor Steve “Thunder” Tumlin called it a “joyous occasion,” adding, “He wasn’t just a road; he was a pathway—a lamp to our feet.” Price, who passed away in August at 94, left an indelible mark on Cobb County. He mentored students, counseled presidents, baptized thousands, and even delivered Jimmy Carter’s 1977 inauguration address. The church he led grew from 700 members to a 10,000-strong congregation, filling a 4,000-seat sanctuary every Sunday. At the unveiling, friends and family shared stories. Former Braves pitcher Jim Nash recalled meeting Price in 1969: “My wife made me go to church. Best decision ever.” Price’s wife, “Miss Trudy,” thanked everyone, saying Nelson would’ve been humbled. STORY 3: Students can apply to over 60 Georgia colleges and universities for free in November  Good news for Georgia high school seniors: college application fees? Waived. Yep, over 60 colleges and universities across the state are letting seniors apply for free this November, thanks to a partnership between the Georgia Student Finance Commission (GSFC), the University System of Georgia, the Technical College System of Georgia, and private schools. No limits, either—apply to as many schools as you want. Fees can add up fast, so this is a big deal for families. If you use the GEORGIA MATCH admissions dashboard, the fee waivers are automatic. Curious? Head to GAfutures.org for the full list of schools and details. GSFC’s goal? Making college more affordable, plain and simple. We have opportunities for sponsors to get great engagement on these shows. Call 770.799.6810 for more info.  We’ll be right back. Break: Ingles Markets 4 STORY 4: Gwinnett SWAT team captures Marietta murder suspect A man accused of killing his stepfather in a Marietta apartment shooting is now in custody after a SWAT team arrested him in Gwinnett County. Pharron Carlos Banks, 26, had been on the run since Monday night, when police say he fatally shot 58-year-old Michael Jackson during a domestic dispute at the Briggs at Power Park apartments on Franklin Gateway. Officers arrived just after 6:30 p.m. to find Jackson with multiple gunshot wounds. He was rushed to Wellstar Kennestone Hospital but didn’t survive. Banks fled before police arrived. His car was later found near the Atlanta University Center and brought back to Marietta for evidence processing. On Wednesday, Marietta police tracked Banks to a home in Gwinnett. With a search warrant in hand, Gwinnett’s SWAT team surrounded the house, issued commands, and arrested Banks just after 5 p.m. “Our hearts go out to the family and everyone affected by this tragedy,” Marietta police said, thanking Gwinnett officers for their help. STORY 5: Marietta council tabling measure that would require permit to protest The Marietta City Council hit pause on a proposed ordinance that would require permits for protests, opting to send it back for legal review. Councilwoman Cheryl Richardson made the motion, saying the city needs a constitutional law expert to weigh in. The ordinance, as written, would require groups of five or more to get a permit for an “expression event,” limit protest locations and times, and restrict sound amplification like megaphones. “Expression’s not the issue—it’s volume,” said Mayor Steve “Thunder” Tumlin. Richardson wasn’t sold. “Five people? That’s too small. If seven of us wave on a corner, we’d need a permit? That’s not right,” she said, adding the term “expression” felt off. The committee unanimously agreed to table it. Next meetings: Nov. 10 (work session) and Nov. 12 (voting). And now here is Leah McGrath from Ingles Markets on carrots We’ll have closing comments after this. Break: Ingles Markets 4 Signoff-   Thanks again for hanging out with us on today’s Marietta Daily Journal Podcast. If you enjoy these shows, we encourage you to check out our other offerings, like the Cherokee Tribune Ledger Podcast, the Marietta Daily Journal, or the Community Podcast for Rockdale Newton and Morgan Counties. Read more about all our stories and get other great content at mdjonline.com Did you know over 50% of Americans listen to podcasts weekly? Giving you important news about our community and telling great stories are what we do. Make sure you join us for our next episode and be sure to share this podcast on social media with your friends and family. 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In this episode, I'm joined by David Turner, author of From Coward to Warrior, a powerful true story about his personal battle for courage and the fight to save his marriage. David's heart for helping men reclaim their God-given strength is evident in everything he shares, from his ministry experience to his passion for coaching men through the cultural noise that tries to diminish them.We talk about what it means to be a warrior in today's world, how faith and vulnerability intersect, and why courage isn't just about being bold, it's about being obedient. If you've ever wrestled with identity, leadership, or the quiet battles behind closed doors, this conversation will meet you right where you are.David Turner is author of From Coward To Warrior, a true story about his battle with courage and the fight to save his marriage. He has a passion for helping men become the warriors that God created them to be, coaching them to fight the prevailing culture that portrays all men as bumbling fools, and preparing them for the conflicts they will face in the modern world. His website (by the same name as the book) gives more information for those who are interested.David has worked as an assistant pastor in the inner city of San Francisco, a private high school Bible teacher in the Silicon Valley, and as a missionary to the Fiji Islands, to name just a few roles. He has a Bachelor's degree from SFSU and a Master's degree from Fuller Seminary, with more than 20 years of widely varying ministry experience. He now trades stocks and options on the U.S. stock market, and is an investment advisor representative with Tradeway. His leisure time activities include restoring a 1965 Mustang in the garage; traveling with his wife, Tee, to places they've never been before; and writing stories he would actually want to read. David and his wife live in Northern California with their four kids. Connect with our guest:Website: From Coward To Warrior  fromcowardtowarrior.com Book: https://amzn.to/47wJXBJConnect with me:Braided Faith IG: http://www.instagram.com/braidedfaith/   ⁠Cryssie Addis IG: https://www.instagram.com/cryssie.addis/ Novel & Mug IG: ⁠http://www.instagram.com/novelandmugBraided Faith FB: ⁠http://www.facebook.com/groups/braidedfaith   ⁠Braided Faith Website: ⁠www.braidedfaith.comNovel & Mug Website: ⁠http://www.novelandmug.com   ⁠The Wellness Box: ⁠http://www.thewellnessbox.shop

What does it take to keep a car club alive for over 30 years? In this episode, we hang out with members of SD Stangs, one of San Diego's most iconic Mustang communities. What started as a group of friends in 1991 has grown into a tight-knit family united by horsepower, heritage, and heart.Jace (@19jace04) and Cam (@mando___5.0) join us to talk about how the club was founded, the people and stories behind the cars, and what keeps Mustang culture alive in a fast-changing world. We talk favorite builds, wildest memories, first Mustangs, track days, charity runs, and how SD Stangs (@sdstangs) (@0nlystangsofficial) is connecting with a new generation of enthusiasts through events and platforms. From custom builds to lifelong bonds, this episode is all about cars that bring people together.Tap in, follow the crew, and don't forget to like, share, and subscribe to keep the community rolling.

What if the secret to automotive success is hidden in the past? Join us on a nostalgic journey through automotive history, where we uncover the timeless allure of long-running nameplates. From the iconic Suburban and Corolla to the beloved 911 and Mustang, we explore how these models have captivated generation.  So, hold tight as we steer into the significance of long-standing nameplates and their impact on brand perception.   Everett J. #autolooks

Adventures of Dirk: The Celebrity Damsel In Distress Dirk encounters a stranded motorist who looks very familiar. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was a simply beautiful day, just perfect for riding; bright sunlight, clear sky, not too hot, no wind to speak of, absolutely perfect. Dirk had been on the road riding with his club since early morning, and now it was very late in the afternoon, and he was headed home.  He had spent the last two hours at the clubhouse with his brothers, having a few cold ones after a long and enjoyable day on the road, and now he was heading for his house with the sun setting behind him. The brotherhood of his club and the pleasure of riding the roads with them was the reason he joined the club in the first place, and he was already looking forward to the next ride with them. He was riding down a back road that was far enough off the main track that it wasn t used all that often, and it was one of his favorite roads to ride for just that reason. People driving cars, or cagers as they were known in the biker world, were the single biggest threat to anyone on a motorcycle, and Dirk avoided heavily traveled roads whenever he could. He was just rounding a bend in the road when he saw a car pulled off to the side of the road with what appeared to be a woman standing next to it, looking down at the right front tire which was flat. He slowed his bike and then pulled off the road, parking behind the car, a fairly new black Mustang convertible. The woman, a tall blonde wearing a gold sleeveless blouse, black slacks and flats, looked at him with apprehension as he got off the bike and walked over to her. No doubt she was sizing him up, just as he was doing the same to her. She was a stunner, to be sure, and from what Dirk could see beneath the form-fitting top and slacks she was wearing she had a body to die for. Dirk guessed that she was about 50 years old or so, but she certainly didn t look it either in her face or her body. Dirk was a boob man, always had been and always would be, and the woman standing next to the car certainly filled the bill. While not huge her boobs were big, bigger than average, which pleased Dirk to no end. And from what he could see beneath the fairly tight top and snug slacks she was wearing this woman was a very fit and trim 50. He could tell she was apprehensive because he had ridden up on a Harley and was wearing the colors of an MC; Dirk had encountered this before and knew how to handle it. His boots crunched in the gravel as he walked up to the car, stopping at the trunk to keep some space between them until she was sure he wasn t going to attack her. She turned to face him as he stopped. You need some help, ma'am? he asked, putting his hand on the trunk of the car. Dirk could see some of the apprehension leave her face when he used the word ma'am, which was exactly his intention. Yes, I do! she said, giving him a nervous smile. As you can see I ve got a flat, and I have no idea of how to change a tire! Do you have road hazard on your car insurance? he asked. If you have that you can call for a tow truck, and the driver will change your tire for you at no charge, he said. Yes, I do, but they always take so goddamn long to get here! she said, her smile broadening just a bit as she became more comfortable with him. And I really don t feel like standing out here on the side of the road way out in Bumfuck Egypt while I m waiting for the tow truck to get here! She put her hand to her mouth and paused for a moment before continuing. I m sorry, I always curse whenever I get nervous or upset, and right now I m a little bit of both. No need to be nervous, ma'am, all bikers aren t like what you see on TV, he said, trying to reassure you. Most of us aren t, actually, so don t let the colors fool you. Now would you like me to change your tire for you? he asked, and her face immediately brightened. You d do that for me? For some strange woman you ve never met before? she asked, her eyes bright. You re hardly a 'strange woman, and yes, I d be happy to change your tire for you! Dirk replied. Thank you so much! she said, a smile on her face. She took a step towards him, extending her hand as she continued. I m Caroline, she said, introducing herself. Dirk stepped forward and took her hand, shaking it as he spoke. Dirk, he said, returning her smile. Nice to meet you, Caroline! Now let me get at this tire so you can get on your way, he said, releasing her hand. Fifteen minutes later he was done, standing next to the Mustang and wiping his hands on a shop rag he s gotten out of the saddlebags on his bike. That temporary tire is next to useless, so you might want to get your real tire repaired or replaced as soon as you can, like tomorrow, he said, nodding to the donut tire now bolted onto the front right wheel. And stay off the major highways with it, those things aren t designed for highway speeds. I ve seen them literally disintegrate at those speeds, and it didn t end well for the driver. Thank you, I will, Caroline said, looking down at the temporary tire before looking back up at him. And thank you so much for stopping to help me, Dirk, you ve been a real gentleman in more ways than one! she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm as she spoke. The smile on her face was genuine this time with no trace of nervousness. You have to let me pay you for this, she said, looking into his eyes. Nope, I wouldn t dream of it! he replied. I was raised to respect women and do right by them, so this is just a normal thing for me. She smiled at him again as he said this. Well, then, at least you have to let me buy you a beer! she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. Or would you rather come to my house and have it there? she asked, the look in her eyes changing. I think we d be much more comfortable there than in a noisy old bar, don t you? she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. That all depends on what you have in mind, he said, grinning at her as he played her game. She grinned right back as she replied. I guess you ll just have to come to my house and find out, won t you, Dirk? she asked coyly. I guess so, he said, smiling at her. Great! Just follow me, it s not that far! she said. She walked around the front of the car and got in, starting the engine as Dirk walked back to his bike. He tossed the shop rag back into the open saddlebag, closed and secured it, then got on his bike and fired it up. She pulled her Mustang out onto the road, being careful not to spray him with gravel as she did so, and Dirk followed her. Ten minutes later they were pulling into the driveway of a single-story ranch-style house sitting in the middle of about five acres of land. The closest neighbor was at least that far away, and Dirk liked the house right away. The garage door opened as Caroline s car got close, and she pulled the Mustang inside to park it. There wasn t enough room in the garage for his bike, so Dirk parked it in the driveway just outside of the garage and got off. He walked into the garage just as Caroline was closing the door to her car. We ll go in the side door, so just follow me, she said, turning to walk to the door. Dirk couldn t help but notice and admire her firm, shapely ass as she walked in front of him. 'Damn, but she looks good for a broad her age! he thought to himself as he followed her into the house. Caroline pressed a button on the garage door opener control that was on the wall next to the door, and the garage door began dropping down behind them. The side door took them right into the kitchen, and once inside Caroline dropped her car keys and purse on the counter. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, then looked at him and smiled. Imported or domestic? she asked, standing behind the open refrigerator door. Domestic, please. I can t stand imported beer. Most of them are bitter and have a nasty aftertaste to them, he replied. Domestic it is, then! she said, bending over to retrieve a beer. When she stood up she was holding a dark brown bottle of beer in each hand, and she nudged the refrigerator door with her hip to get it to swing closed. He was happy to see that the beer just happened to be his favorite brand. She held one of the beers out to him, smiling as she spoke. I don t like imported beer much either, she said, twisting the top off her beer, then dropping it into the trash can at the end of the counter. And for pretty much the same reasons you stated. I only keep in in the house because some of my friends like it. She held her beer up in his direction and made a toast. So, here s to new friends! she said, giving him a big smile. He smiled back, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers. To new friends, he said, and then they both took a drink from their beers. The beer was cold and good, and it went down smooth. Let's go into the living room and relax, shall we? Caroline asked, motioning towards the big living room adjacent to the kitchen. Sounds good to me, Dirk replied, following her out of the kitchen and into the living room. The room was huge, bigger than any living room he had ever seen, and was sunken on top of that. The circular walls of the sunken living room were lined with tan leather couches and love seats with a big, round coffee table in the middle, and in the middle of that sat the biggest, most elaborate bong Dirk had ever seen. Caroline walked down the short stairway into the living room and then sat down on one of the couches. She patted the couch next to her, smiling at Dirk, so he walked down into the living room and sat down next to her, keeping a respectable distance between them. They still didn't know each other all that well, although Dirk knew more about her than she thought he did. In any event, he was playing it cool for now. :So tell me, Dirk, what do you do when you're not rescuing damsels in distress who are stranded on the side of the road, she asked, looking at him and taking a sip from her beer. Not much, actually, he replied, taking a pull from his beer, before he continued. I guess you could say I'm kind of retired. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 24, and I inherited enough money and holdings that I don't have to work again for the rest of my life. I'm so sorry, Dirk. Caroline said, frowning. She ran his hand along the side of his face as she spoke, her hand was warm and soft, and it gave Dirk a chill. Thank you, but it's okay, he said, looking into her eyes. I'm okay now. Took a while for me to get over it, to get used to the idea that they were gone, but thanks to the help of some of my friends and a therapist who really knows her shit, I managed to get my life on track. Good. I'm so glad to hear that, she replied, smiling. So now for the most part, I just cruise around the country on my bike, either that or I'm out riding with my club, he said, sitting back on the couch. Sounds like a pretty good life if you ask me, Caroline said. Is there a Mrs. Dirk or a lady friend in the picture, she asked, raising her eyebrows. No, I'm too much of a nomad for that, Dirk replied. Besides, I'm way too young to settle down or get involved in a serious relationship. I'm too busy enjoying myself and having a good time, he said, chuckling a bit. And getting laid as much as you can along the way, I imagine, she said, grinning at him as she raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip. Yeah, there's that, too, Dirk said, grinning right back at her. He took a pull from his beer before he continued, the thought crossing his mind that it was time to let her know that he knew about her. So, what have you been up to since you retired from the industry? he asked, taking her by surprise. And what brings you all the way out here from Los Angeles? She smiled a half-smile as she looked down for a moment at the beer in her lap. It was the kind of smile you make when you know you've been caught at something. She looked up at him, still smiling as she spoke. When did you recognize me? she asked quietly. As soon as I got close enough to get a good look, he replied. So that explains the you're no strange woman comment you made out on the road, then, she said, and Dirk nodded. I had a feeling you may have recognized me, but I wasn't sure. You were being very cool about it all, I must say. It wasn't easy, let me tell you, he said. When I was a kid going through puberty, you were my favorite porn star of all time. I saw just about every movie you ever made, and I couldn't even begin to tell you the number of times I, well, that is, I mean. He stammered, realizing that he'd gotten carried away with his enthusiasm and said too much. The number of times you masturbated over me? she said, finishing his sentence for him and grinning at him. Well, yeah, he said, slightly embarrassed. She laughed at his obvious discomfort, then put her hand on his leg as she replied. It's okay, Dirk, really it is, she said. I'd be insulted if you didn't masturbate over me. After all, that's the whole point of porn, isn't it? I mean, who watches porn and doesn't masturbate? she asked, leaning back and taking her hand from his leg. Good point, he said, taking another drink from his beer. Did you come hard, Dirk? she asked, and Dirk just about choked on his beer. He turned and looked at her, and she leaned over towards him as she spoke again, bracing herself with one hand on the couch next to him. Did you come hard for me? she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. Dirk nodded as he replied. Yeah, I did, he said in a low voice. No porn star ever made me come the way you did, then or now. She smiled at this, looking deep into his eyes as she spoke again. Would you like for me to make you come now, Dirk? she asked, her voice nearly a whisper. She put her hand on the top of his thigh and rubbed up and down as she spoke, and Dirk could feel his cock beginning to twitch as the blood started rushing to it. I mean, after all, it's the least I could do to repay you for helping me today, don't you think? I'd have to be crazy to say no, he said, leaning forward and putting his beer on the coffee table, then sitting back. And I'm a lot of things, but crazy ain't one of them. She smiled at his reply, her hand still moving up and down on his thigh, but moving up higher with every stroke. You remember what my specialty was, don't you, Dirk? she asked, still smiling and still rubbing his thigh. As I recall, you gave one hell of a blowjob, he replied, and she grinned at this. I gave the best blowjobs in the business, she said proudly. Nobody could suck a cock like me, and I mean nobody, she said, sliding her hand up and onto the growing bulge in his jeans. She gripped his cock gently through his jeans as she continued. Would you like me to suck your cock, Dirk? she asked, her voice a whisper. Would you like for me to suck your cock, make you come in my mouth, and then swallow it? She squeezed his cock harder through his jeans, feeling it growing beneath her hand. I'd like that very much, Dirk said in a low voice. She broke out into a big smile at his reply, then slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, spreading his knees out as she did. She sat down on her haunches, her hands on his knees for support, then running her hands at the tops of his thighs towards his crotch. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, as her hands met at his cock. She massaged and squeezed his cock through his jeans for a moment, looking down at the growing lump in his jeans, then moved her hands to the button at the top. She opened the button and then slid the zipper down slowly, looking up at him again as she did so. When the zipper was all the way down, she pulled his jeans open, looking down as she did so, and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only was he not wearing any boxers, he was also clean-shaven. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with desire as she spoke. Oh, look, a naked cock! she cooed, holding his jeans open. Is it for me? All yours. Dirk replied. Let's set him and his two brothers free, shall we? she asked, reaching inside his jeans to cup his balls in her hand. She gently lifted them up and pulled them out of his jeans, moving his jeans aside with the other hand. His cock and balls were now fully exposed, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that Dirk shaved his balls as well. She looked up at him as she spoke. I'm so glad to see that you shave, Dirk, she said, her voice husky. It makes giving you a blowjob and sucking on your balls so much easier. Caroline smiled at him again and then lowered her head down to his cock. She ran her warm, wet tongue slowly along the underside of his semi-erect cock from the base to the tip, leaving a glistening trail behind. She did this several times before she moved down to his balls, licking them just as slowly and lovingly as she had his cock. She wrapped one hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly to full hardness as she planted her soft, warm lips on his balls. She opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as she lifted her head up, pulling on it with her mouth. She repeated the process with the other one until his balls were slick and shiny with her spit. Dirk watched in amazement as she worked him over. He simply couldn't believe that the porn star of his youthful dreams was actually in front of him on her knees, sucking on his cock and balls. And damn! but she was good. His cock was rock hard and throbbing by now, her hand wrapped firmly around it and pumping it as she worked on his balls. She released his ball from her mouth with a gentle pop, then ran her tongue over and around both of them before opening her mouth as wide as she could, placing her lips on his sack. With gentle but steady suction, she sucked both of his balls into her mouth, and Dirk could see her cheeks bulging out as her mouth was filled with his balls. She looked up at him for a moment, still pumping his cock with her hand, and then continued working on his balls. She rolled her tongue around them as much as she could, but her mouth was so full that all she could really do was suck on them and tug on them by lifting her head up. She did this for a few moments, then let his balls slip from her mouth. Aha, she sighed, her mouth open. I just love sucking on a man's balls, she said, grinning up at him as she continued pumping his cock with her hand. Almost as much as I love sucking on his dick. She ran the flat of her soft, wet tongue up the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip, opening her mouth wide when she got to the head and lowering it down over the first three inches of his cock, before closing her lips around it. She immediately applied suction, slowly pulling her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head, swirling her tongue over and around it, before sliding her mouth all the way down his shaft. She took his entire length in her mouth, her nose pressing against his abdomen as she deep-throated him, massaging and squeezing his balls with her hand as she did so. Then she slowly slid her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth again, once more swirling her tongue around it. Um, she mowed around the head of his cock, looking up at him as the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She grabbed the wet shaft in her hand and pumped as she released it from her mouth to speak. I can taste your pre-cum, she said, gripping his cock tightly in her fist and pumping it hard. And I can't wait to taste your cum when I make your cock explode in my mouth. Then she opened her mouth wide again and dropped her mouth down on his cock, again waiting until the first three inches was in her mouth, before she closed her lips around it. She repeated what she had just done, sucking hard on his cock as she slid her mouth all the way down and then slowly back up his shaft, her hand gripping and massaging his heavy balls as she did so. Damn, but she's good. The best in the business. And if she keeps this up, I'm gonna cum in no time. Dirk thought to himself as he watched Caroline's head bob up and down on his shaft. Her tempo was just right, not too fast and not too slow, but just fast enough with just the right amount of suction. As if she had read his thoughts, Caroline looked up at him and smiled around his cock again, her eyes sparkling. When she got to the head of his cock, this time she changed tactics. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock again, and then slid her mouth down to take only the head and the first two inches into her mouth. Then she sucked on his cock like she was drinking from a straw, moving her jaw around and sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his cock while she tugged and pulled on his balls. She intentionally left the part of his shaft that wasn't in her mouth untouched, not pumping it with her hand as she had done before. This way, she knew, the sensations of what she was doing would be concentrated strictly around the head of his cock, and she knew from past experience that if she kept this up it wouldn't be long before he was coming in her mouth. But she wasn't ready for that to happen, not yet, anyway. When Caroline started sucking on him like this, he let his head fall back, closing his eyes and moaning slightly as he gripped the cushion of the couch in his fists. Then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, Then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Caroline looking at him while working on his cock, her cheeks hollowed in from the suction she was applying to his dick, her jaw working as she sucked on his turgid cock. Shit! Dirk gasped, making Caroline smile around his cock again. She sucked on him for a few moments more, then released his cock from her mouth with a pop. You like that, huh, Dirk? she asked, gripping his throbbing shaft, with her free hand and pumping it firmly. His pre-cum was flowing like a river, and Caroline ducked her head down to lick up the big drop that appeared at the head of his cock. She smiled up at him as she swallowed it down. That's fucking amazing! Dirk replied, a little out of breath. You keep that up and you'll have me coming in your mouth in no time, he warned, half hoping that she would and the other half hoping not. She was giving him the absolute best blow job of his entire life and he wasn't ready for it to be over. I know, but I'm not ready for that just yet, she said, smiling as she looked at the swollen head of his cock protruding from her fist. I want to suck on your dick a little longer before I make you cum, if that's okay with you? she said, looking back up at him and smiling a half smile. Before he had a chance to reply she removed her hand from his shaft and opened her mouth wide, shoving her head forward as she engulfed his entire cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around the base and sucked hard as she pulled her head back quickly, her tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of his shaft, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud, slurpy pop. Ah, she gasped, her mouth open as she took a quick breath, before engulfing his cock once again and repeating what she had just done. Ah, she gasped again, a thick strand of saliva hanging from her bottom lip leading to the head of Dirk's cock. She took another quick breath and glanced up at Dirk before shoving her head forward once more. Ah, as her mouth slipped from his cock again, and then again and again until she had done this five or six times. Dirk's cock was slick and shiny with her spit, her lips shiny and wet as well. The last time she shoved Dirk's cock down her throat she held it there, her nose pressed against his abdomen as she sucked and swallowed around his throbbing shaft for a moment before pulling her mouth from his cock. Ah, she gasped, looking up at Dirk with an open-mouthed grin as she grabbed his slippery cock with her hand, wiping her lips with the back of her other hand before she spoke. I'm going to make you cum now, Dirk, she said breathlessly, panting a little from her efforts on his cock, pumping the shaft in her hand. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum, so I can taste you before I swallow it down, after I show it to you, of course. She lowered her mouth to his cock once more, opening her mouth just enough to let his cock slide in, her soft lips sliding over the head as she pushed her mouth down onto the thick shaft. She slid her mouth all the way down to the base, pausing there and sucking for a moment, before slowly sliding her mouth back up his cock, firmly pressing the flat of her tongue against the underside as she went. She stopped when she had about two inches of his cock still in her mouth, and Dirk had a feeling he knew what was coming. And he was right. Caroline looked up at him and smiled around his cock for just a moment, then began sucking on his shaft the same way she had done a few minutes before, just the head and first two inches in her mouth, the rest of his shaft untouched, her hand gripping and tugging on his balls. She worked her jaw back and forth around the head of his cock, sucking hard as she swirled her tongue over and around it, sliding it up and down the sensitive underside repeatedly. She looked up at him, never taking her eyes from his as she sucked hard on his cock, tugging and pulling at his balls, urging him on towards his impending orgasm. It was only about a minute or so before Dirk felt his balls shift in her hand, and Carolina must have felt it as well. She increased the suction on his cock and the motions of her jaw, and felt his cock thicken and swell in her mouth as he was getting ready to come. His orgasm built quickly, quicker than Dirk had ever experienced before, and he heard Caroline moan around his cock. That was all it took. Dirk's cock exploded as his orgasm hit, blasting the first of many streams of hot, thick cum into Caroline's mouth. Dirk gripped the cushions hard in his fists, throwing his head back and groaning through clenched teeth as his cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her wet, sucking mouth. He was cumming hard, harder than he'd ever cum before, and he could do nothing except hang on and let his orgasm run its course. Caroline squealed with delight around his cock, exhilarated by the feeling of his cock pumping and pulsing in her mouth. She could feel his hot cum landing on her tongue and hitting the back of her throat, and she dropped her free hand down and slid it inside her pants to finger her clit. She was very wet, sucking a man's cock like this always excited her, and this time was no different. She rubbed the hard little nub furiously as Dirk's cock continued to pump and throb, filling her mouth with the sweet, delicious cum. It only took a few seconds for her own orgasm to hit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned loudly around Dirk's cock as the waves of pleasure went crashing through her body. She never released his cock from her mouth, holding it there and keeping up the suction and the motions of her jaw as her own orgasm rocked her body. She panted for breath, breathing hard through her nose as she kept her mouth clamped onto Dirk's cock, hanging on as their mutual orgasms continued. Caroline's orgasm was intense, but fast, shaking her whole body, but fading away as quickly as it had arrived. As she regained her complete senses, she could feel the pumping of Dirk's cock also beginning to fade, slowing in her mouth as the last of his cum shot out into her navel mouth. She slowed the motions of her jaw and tongue, keeping up the suction as she slipped her hand from her pussy and grabbed his shaft, wrapping her fingers tightly around it. She pumped the last of his cum from him, squeezing hard on the upstroke and easing her grip on the downstroke as she milked him dry. She slid her mouth to the very tip of his cock, keeping her soft lips attached to the tip as she pumped the last of his cum into her mouth. She looked down at his cock as she slipped her lips from it, then kissed it softly before sitting back. She looked up at Dirk, her hand still gripping his hard cock as she opened her mouth to show him his cum. She looked him in the eyes as she rolled it around on her tongue, lifting her tongue up to let it slide from the sides, then lowering her tongue down and scooping it up before lifting up again. She rolled his cum around in her mouth for a few moments before closing her lips, and Dirk heard a slight gulp as she swallowed it all. It was easily the sexiest, most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and he felt his cock twitch in her hand. When she opened her mouth again it was empty, without a single trace of the huge load he'd given her visible. She leaned forward and gave the tip of his cock a wet, sucking kiss, then looked up at him with her hand still gripping his cock. Delicious, she said, running her lithe tongue over her lips. I just love the taste of the cum, and you taste really good, Dirk, she said, smiling at him. That was incredible! Dirk said, still trying to catch his breath. I've had blowjobs before, but nothing like that. I mean, holy shit, but you're good. The best in the business, then or now, she said proudly. She looked down at Dirk's hard cock in her hand, slowly pumping it as she spoke again. You're still hard! she said, looking up at him. Yeah, it does that sometimes, Dirk replied. Would you like me to fuck you, Dirk? she asked, smiling up at him. Is the Pope Catholic? he asked, smiling back. Last time I looked, yeah, he was, she said, smiling as she got to her feet. Dirk now noticed the aroma of her musk in the room, he was so intent on his own orgasm that he missed it when she had her own. She kicked off her shoes and slid both her slacks and her panties down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. We can take our time with this, later, she said, crossing her arms at her waist and grabbing her shirt, then pulling it up and over her head. It landed in the same pile as her slacks and panties. Right now I just want to fuck, she said, reaching behind her back and quickly unfastening her bra, then dropping it into the pile. She was now standing completely naked in front of him, her full breast standing out proudly from her chest with the nipples hard and erect. Dirk was impressed with how good she looked, she had just a little bit of the excess padding that comes with age, but her stomach was still flat, her breasts still firm and full, and her legs were still lean. He was pleased to see that she shaved her pussy completely bald, and he could see the outer lips glistening with her juices from where she'd already come once. Dirk leaned forward and slipped out of his boots and socks, then lifted his hips to slide his jeans down and off. He pushed them to the side to lay next to Caroline's discarded clothing. He reached for the buttons on his shirt when Caroline spoke. Leave the shirt and vest on, she said, moving forward and putting one knee on the couch next to his hip. Dirk slid down on the couch until his ass was at the very edge, his cock still hard and throbbing as Caroline leaned over him, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch as she put her other knee on the couch as well, straddling him. Her big, full tits swayed inches in front of his face, and Dirk couldn't resist reaching up and grabbing them. They were full and firm in his hands, the nipples quickly hardening beneath his palms as he squeezed them. Oh, I like that. Caroline purred, reaching down and grasping his rigid cock in her hand. You keep doing that while I do this, she said, rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her pussy lips before placing the swollen head at her opening and sitting down. She took him all in one motion, her hot, wet pussy enveloping his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. Aha, she moaned, closing her eyes and smiling as she threw her head back. She pushed her hips down harder, impaling herself on his cock, grinding her hips around and around on his length as it was buried deeper inside her. Dirk squeezed her big tits hard in return, and she moaned again as he brought one to his mouth and clapped his lips around the hard nipple. She gasped as he sucked hard on the little nub, flicking his tongue over it. Oh my God, that's good! she breathed, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles. You keep that up and I'm gonna be coming again in no time. That's the idea, Dirk said, releasing her nipple from his mouth long enough to speak. Then he clapped his lips onto her other nipple, repeating what he'd done to the first one. Caroline gasped loudly in response, and then she started to move. She began sliding up and down on his cock, riding him in long, deep and fast strokes, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock. She gripped the back of the couch in her fists as she rode him hard and fast, grinding her hips down on him, rotating them around and around as she moved up and down on his hard shaft. She rode him hard and deep for several long, pleasurable moments, then looked down at him as he continued to suck on her nipples. She removed her hands from the back of the couch and took his head in her hands, holding it up and forcing him to release her nipple from his mouth. She bent down and kissed him hard and deep, her tongue sliding into his mouth to find and dance with his own, breathing hard through her nose as the kiss deepened. Dirk squeezed her big mounds in his hands as they kissed, and she moaned in his mouth when he pulled on both nipples at once. After a few more moments, Caroline broke off the kiss and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Dirk's neck and putting her head down onto his shoulder as she increased the motions of her hips, her big breasts pressing into Dirk's chest when he moved his hands. He wrapped his arms around her as her hips moved faster, her upper body motionless and resting on Dirk's torso. Just her hips were moving, up and down, faster and faster, sliding her wet pussy up and down on Dirk's hard cock over and over again. She fucked him hard and fast, her hips a blur as she moved, and it wasn't long before she felt her orgasm coming. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, she gasped, panting and gasping for breath in Dirk's ear. Uh, she cried through clenched teeth as she came, her orgasm exploding in her pussy and ripping lower body in long, intense waves of orgasmic bliss. Dirk felt her pussy quivering and fluttering around his shaft as she pounded her hips down onto him, the intensity of her orgasm driving her moves now. Her arms tightened around his neck as she continued to come, and he felt his own orgasm building quickly. Yes, yes, yes! she gasped, her hips still moving on him, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now! she insisted, and Dirk did just that. For the second time, Dirk's cock exploded, this time inside her clutching, gripping pussy. He groaned and thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeply into her tunnel as it throbbed and pulsed, shooting stream after stream of cum deep inside her. She cried out as she felt his cock pumping, pushing her hips down onto him to get him as deep inside her as she could. Dirk came just as hard the second time as he had the first, but this one didn't last as long. The pumping and throbbing of his cock slowed as his orgasm quickly faded, and Caroline dropped her hips down onto him and kept them there, clutching and squeezing his cock with her pussy as she held her hips motionless. She was panting for breath, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Dirk held her tight as the last bit of cum spit out of his cock into her pussy. This time he felt himself start to go soft almost right away, which meant that he was done for a while, anyway. Caroline lifted herself up and looked down at him, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch again, his softening cock still trapped inside her pussy. Her hair was a tousled and tossed mess, but the smile on her face made her glow. Oh my god, that was good, she said, smiling down at him. I was going to say the same thing. Dirk said, smiling back at her. She bent down and kissed him briefly, but softly, her lips barely parted. She smiled at him again as she spoke after the kiss ended. You're incredible, she said softly, her tousled blonde hair hanging around her face. As are you, he replied. You realize that you just made one of my teenaged pubescent wet dreams come true, don't you? he asked. Kinda, yeah, she said, grinning down at him. Was it everything you thought it would be? she asked, playfully. Dirk nodded as he replied. That, and so much more, he replied. Even though that was just a quick fuck on the couch? she asked, still sitting on his lap with his now soft cock still inside her. Hell, the blowjob alone was enough, he said. Anything after that was all gravy. Thank you, Dirk, I'm glad to hear that, she said, bending down and giving him a quick kiss. Nice to know I haven't lost my touch. I don't think you ever have to worry about that, he replied. She looked at him for a moment before speaking again. Do you have any plans for, say, the rest of the night? she asked, her eyes hopeful. You mean all night? he asked, his eyebrows raised. I mean as in making you breakfast tomorrow morning, she replied, smiling. Actually, no, he said. What do you have in mind? Oh, nothing much, she said, playing with him. I just thought we'd spend the night seeing just how many of your teenaged pubescent fantasies we can make come true. I'd like that, Dirk said, genuinely surprised. I'd like that very much. Good. So would I, she said, grinning at him as she bent over and kissed him again. And the next morning, Dirk discovered that she was just as good a cook as she was in bed. Well, almost anyway. By Original Aramis for Literotica.

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We welcomed Maya Williams (ey/they/she) back to the show to discuss their new chapbook of poetry, Feminine Morbidity, along with Sofia Coppola's 1999 feature debut, The Virgin Suicides. Based on Jefferey Eugenides' 1991 novel, this film follows the Lisbon sisters and their parents who are reeling after the youngest sister, Cecelia, takes her own life. In this episode: mental health portrayals in Hollywood; protecting teen actors; the fetishization of sadness; bad parents and even worse wigs; the Mystical Lands of Suburbia; giving girls agency in life and in death. Our recommendations: Things in Nature Merely Grow by Yiyun Li, Mustang (2015), Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975), Picnic at Hanging Rock TV Series (2018) Feminine Morbidity is the Headline Review 2025 Poetry Chapbook Prize. You can pre-order Maya's new collection here: https://www.theheadlightreview.com/store/p/chapbook-feminine-morbidity-by-maya-williams Follow Maya on IG @/emmdubb16 Follow Maya on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/emmdubb16.bsky.social Visit their website: https://www.mayawilliamspoet.com/ Support the show with a Ko-fi! ko-fi.com/blackgirlfilmclub Check out the rest of our socials at linktr.ee/blackgirlfilmclub

Mike and John join a tour of the Ringbrothers shopin Spring Green, Wisconsin, where they catch a look at their new SEMA Mustang build and custom billet parts operation before cornering Mike Ring for an exclusive interview while he was working on a protype hood.

Today in 1965, there was an unusual visitor high atop New York's famous Empire State Building: a Ford Mustang. And it took some doing to get it up there. Plus: at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland, this is Raisin Monday, which includes a big shaving cream fight on campus. 1965 Ford Mustang Empire State Building Stunt (Motor Trend)No place like foam (University of St. Andrews)Drive on over to our Patreon page and back the show

No, este video no lo hago para que cuando veas un GTi, lo mires con odio. Lo hago porque en GH procuramos ver las cosas de otra manera. Y te aseguro que los GTi fueron una “especie invasora”, un “verdugo” que acabó con los deportivos genuinos y “autóctonos”, los coupés. ¿No te lo crees? Era la época de los llamados “coupés industriales”, coches que partían del bastidor de una berlina sobre la que colocaban una bonita carrocería Coupé, unas suspensiones reforzadas, unos frenos mejorados y el motor más vitaminado posible. Coches como el Ford Capri, ofrecido bajo el eslogan de "el coche que siempre te prometiste a ti mismo", un pequeño Mustang a la europea. O el Opel Manta, el eterno rival del Capri, con su estampa musculosa y su propulsión posterior, muy habitual en ese momento y un plus ara los amantes de la conducción. O como el Renault Fuego sobre el bastidor del “burgués” R18, que llegó un poco más tarde, a principios de los 80, con su espectacular portón trasero de cristal. Y es que en 1976 llegó un extraño que lo cambiaría todo. En el Salón del Automóvil de Frankfurt, un fabricante alemán conocido por sus prácticos y fiables "coches del pueblo" presentó una versión especial de su nuevo compacto, el Golf. Llevaba unas siglas que pronto se convertirían en leyenda: GTi, acrónimo de "Gran Turismo Injection". Al principio, nadie le prestó demasiada atención. Parecía un Golf más, pero bajo el capó se escondía un motor de 1.6 litros con inyección Bosch K-Jetronic que rendía 110 CV. Puede que hoy no parezca mucho, pero en un coche que pesaba poco más de 800 kilos, era una cifra mágica. El Golf GTi era capaz de acelerar de 0 a 100 km/h en 9 segundos y superar los 180 km/h. Eran prestaciones de auténtico deportivo, cifras que ponían en aprietos a muchos de los coupés de la época. Pero la verdadera genialidad del Golf GTi no estaba solo en su motor. Su comportamiento dinámico era excepcional. Era ágil, estable y, sobre todo, increíblemente fácil y divertido de conducir rápido. Y aquí viene la clave de su éxito y el primer clavo en el ataúd de los coupés: el GTi ofrecía todo esto en una carrocería de compacto. Tenía cinco plazas, un maletero decente y un tamaño perfecto para el día a día. De repente, ya no tenías que elegir entre un coche práctico para la familia y un deportivo para disfrutar el fin de semana. El Golf GTi era las dos cosas a la vez. Antes de la llegada de los GTi las palabras deportivo y racional no encajaban en un solo coche. Con el Golf GTi sí, lo podías justificar ante tu familia y tu cuenta corriente te permitiría más fácilmente acceder a él. La respuesta de la competencia no se hizo esperar, y fue contundente. Cada marca quería tener su propio "matagigantes", su propio verdugo de coupés. Repasemos unos cuantos porque todo no nos caben en un solo video: -Peugeot 205 GTI (1984): Para muchos, la quintaesencia del GTi. -Renault 5 GT Turbo (1985): No pone GTi, pero es un GTi en “espíritu”, la respuesta de Renault. Y en lugar de la finura de la inyección atmosférica, apostaron por la brutalidad del turbo. -Ford Escort XR3i (1982): Ford, que tenía en el Capri a uno de los coupés más populares, se apuntó a la fiesta de los GTi con el Escort XR3i. -Opel Kadett GSi (1984): La respuesta de Opel al Golf GTi fue un órdago a la grande. Y muchos más... porque la lista es interminable: Fiat Uno Turbo, Opel Corsa GSi, Peugeot 309 GTi), Citroën AX y Visa GTi, Renault 11 Turbo. La denominación GTi se usó incluso en berlinas, pero creo que los verdaderos GTi eran coches compactos, digamos que entre los 3.7 y los 4,2 metros y el entorno de los 100 a los 160 CV. Y es que el declive de los coupés comenzaba a ser “una muerte anunciada” o al menos previsible. Un respetable padre de familia en su Golf GTi podía seguir el ritmo, e incluso superar, a un Ford Capri en un puerto de montaña. Y cuando llegaba el destino, el del Golf podía meter la compra en el maletero y recoger a los niños, mientras que el del Capri... bueno, lo tenía algo más complicado. Los coupés no desaparecieron por completo, por supuesto. Se refugiaron en nichos de mercado más altos, en marcas premium como BMW o Mercedes, o en deportivos puros como los de Porsche. Pero el coupé popular, el que podías ver en el garaje de tu vecino, el que aspirabas a comprar con tu primer sueldo, ese... ese había sido ejecutado por una banda de pequeños matones con tres letras mágicas en su portón trasero.

The headlines say EVs are the future. The fine print says “not so fast.” We dig into a turbulent moment for electric vehicles as incentives fade, demand cools, and automakers rework plans in ways that actually make sense for drivers. From Acura and Nissan pauses to Ram and Porsche pivots, we unpack why hybrids and range-extended powertrains are stepping into the spotlight and what that means for costs, performance, and everyday usability.We also talk design evolution—how aerodynamics and smarter packaging have turned efficient cars from awkward experiments into desirable daily drivers. Think of the latest Prius: low drag, sleek lines, and real-world efficiency that doesn't scream “compromise.” But progress is messy, and our recall rundown proves it with issues ranging from wiring and battery cables to pedestrian warning sounds and tailgates. We keep it useful: what's affected, why it matters, and the simple steps to protect your car and your wallet.Then the fun part—real auction results on classics and cult favorites. A 1970 Cadillac DeVille convertible, a strong-spec '66 Chevy Nova, a rust-sensitive Datsun 280Z, a four-door '57 Bel Air cruiser, a driver-grade '66 Mustang, a tidy Triumph TR6, and a cheerful '71 Beetle convertible. We guess the hammer prices, reveal the numbers, and extract the lesson each sale teaches about condition, originality, and market appetite. It's a guided tour of what's hot, what's fair, and where the deals hide.Looking to get out and drive? We've got cruise-ins and car shows across Texas—family-friendly events, charity tie-ins, and plenty of chrome and stories. Whether you roll in a hybrid, a V8, or a classic twin-carb roadster, there's a parking spot and a conversation waiting. Hit play to get smart on the EV reset, stay current on safety, and sharpen your buyer's eye for the next great garage find. If you enjoy the show, subscribe, share with a friend, and drop a review—what should we feature next?Be sure to subscribe for more In Wheel Time Car Talk!The Lupe' Tortilla RestaurantsLupe Tortilla in Katy, Texas Gulf Coast Auto ShieldPaint protection, tint, and more!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.---- ----- Want more In Wheel Time car talk any time? In Wheel Time is now available on Audacy! Just go to Audacy.com/InWheelTime where ever you are.----- -----Be sure to subscribe on your favorite podcast provider for the next episode of In Wheel Time Podcast and check out our live multiplatform broadcast every Saturday, 10a - 12nCT simulcasting on Audacy, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Twitch and InWheelTime.com.In Wheel Time Podcast can be heard on you mobile device from providers such as:Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music Podcast, Spotify, SiriusXM Podcast, iHeartRadio podcast, TuneIn + Alexa, Podcast Addict, Castro, Castbox, YouTube Podcast and more on your mobile device.Follow InWheelTime.com for the latest updates!Twitter: https://twitter.com/InWheelTimeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/inwheeltime/https://www.youtube.com/inwheeltimehttps://www.Facebook.com/InWheelTimeFor more information about In Wheel Time Podcast, email us at info@inwheeltime.com

This week on the Club Junkie Podcast, we're diving deep into two standout pieces of gear making waves in 2025: the new PXG Mustang ZT putter and Tour Edge's Exotics Max irons. Tune in as we break down the tech, feel, and performance of the Mustang ZT's innovative zero-torque design and how it stacks up on the greens. Then, we head to the range and course with the Tour Edge Exotics Max irons — are they the best bang-for-your-buck in performance irons this season? Whether you're a gear junkie, weekend warrior, or low-handicapper looking for your next upgrade, this episode is packed with honest insights and on-course impressions.

Engines, honor, and a Main Street that turns into a living museum—this is how a small Texas town makes car culture feel like a civic holiday. We sit down with the Bastrop Car Cruisers to map the two‑day plan: a laid‑back Friday cruise‑in and a sold‑out Saturday showcase capped at 400 cars. They walk us through the choreography you never see—numbered curbs, early‑morning parking crews, tight coordination with police and fire, and a judging system that keeps 33 classes fair by sending the same judges to the same cars. The result is a show people trust, and it fills fast.Bastrop's character powers the experience. Main Street is dense with restaurants and boutiques, the museum opens its doors to veterans, and the courthouse memorial anchors a veterans march led by bagpipers and ROTC. Proceeds fund veteran services, local food pantries, and automotive scholarships, backed by sponsors like Craig's Jewelry and Covert Chevrolet and a long list of donors fueling a silent auction. It's a reminder that great car shows don't just entertain—they invest back into the people who make them possible.We also take a detour into the “good old days” of buying a car with real window stickers from a Mach 1 Mustang, a C3 Corvette, and more—when destination charges were $74, $5 bought antifreeze, and $188 got you a four‑speed.Then we hand you five fall routes tailor‑made for sports cars and copilots: Blue Ridge Parkway, Cherohala Skyway into Nantahala, Talimena Scenic Byway, Arkansas's Pig Trail, and Scenic Highway 7. Curves, color, and small‑town stops turn miles into memories.Love cars, community, and a great story? Hit play, subscribe for more deep dives into real car culture, and share this with a friend who needs a road trip. Got a favorite small‑town show or fall route we should cover next? Tell us—your tip might be our next stop.Be sure to subscribe for more In Wheel Time Car Talk!The Lupe' Tortilla RestaurantsLupe Tortilla in Katy, Texas Gulf Coast Auto ShieldPaint protection, tint, and more!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.---- ----- Want more In Wheel Time car talk any time? In Wheel Time is now available on Audacy! Just go to Audacy.com/InWheelTime where ever you are.----- -----Be sure to subscribe on your favorite podcast provider for the next episode of In Wheel Time Podcast and check out our live multiplatform broadcast every Saturday, 10a - 12nCT simulcasting on Audacy, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Twitch and InWheelTime.com.In Wheel Time Podcast can be heard on you mobile device from providers such as:Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music Podcast, Spotify, SiriusXM Podcast, iHeartRadio podcast, TuneIn + Alexa, Podcast Addict, Castro, Castbox, YouTube Podcast and more on your mobile device.Follow InWheelTime.com for the latest updates!Twitter: https://twitter.com/InWheelTimeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/inwheeltime/https://www.youtube.com/inwheeltimehttps://www.Facebook.com/InWheelTimeFor more information about In Wheel Time Podcast, email us at info@inwheeltime.com

Spike reunites with Matt Farah to break down their experiences at Audrain Newport Concours and Car Week, Jay Leno's mansion, and Matt's custom Myers Manx. The duo dives into the Ford Mustang GTD, Czinger 21C hypercar, and Road & Track's Performance Car of the Year competition. ______________________________________________ BUY SCR MERCH! https://spikescarradio.com JOIN THE SCR PATREON! https://www.patreon.com/spikescarradio

The dynamic duo of Mustang history and culture answer questions from the audience at Fall Ford Fest 2025. Congratulations to Dan Neve and the team for 15 years of fighting cancer with the Mustang enthusiast community.

Introducing longtime car guy, serviceman, LEO, crisis intervention specialist, New England Accent Purveyor and Red Sox fan Joe Black. Please send questions, critiques, criticisms and topic ideas to  CarsThePodcast@gmail.com   We LOVE to hear from you!  

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Revving Up to Victory: Bram's Race to Confidence Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2025-10-10-07-38-20-nl Story Transcript:Nl: Het was herfst in Tulsa.En: It was autumn in Tulsa.Nl: De lucht was vol met het geluid van brullende motoren.En: The air was full of the sound of roaring engines.Nl: Bram stond aan de rand van het kamp, omringd door kleurige tenten.En: Bram stood at the edge of the camp, surrounded by colorful tents.Nl: Hij was op het Drag Racing Camp, waar alles draaide om snelheid en precisie.En: He was at the Drag Racing Camp, where everything revolved around speed and precision.Nl: De bladeren vielen in felle tinten oranje en geel, en de geur van benzine hing in de lucht.En: The leaves fell in bright shades of orange and yellow, and the smell of gasoline hung in the air.Nl: Bram was vastbesloten.En: Bram was determined.Nl: Hij wilde de competitie winnen.En: He wanted to win the competition.Nl: Hij moest die sponsorovereenkomst binnenslepen.En: He needed to snag that sponsorship deal.Nl: Maar zijn auto, een knalrode Mustang, had andere plannen.En: But his car, a bright red Mustang, had other plans.Nl: Het ene moment reed hij soepel, het volgende sputterde hij als een oude tractor.En: One moment it ran smoothly, the next it sputtered like an old tractor.Nl: Bram bleef kalm, althans aan de buitenkant.En: Bram remained calm, at least on the outside.Nl: Van binnen groeide zijn angst.En: Inside, his anxiety was growing.Nl: Zijn vrienden, Sanne en Joris, waren er om hem te steunen.En: His friends, Sanne and Joris, were there to support him.Nl: Sanne had altijd goede raad.En: Sanne always had good advice.Nl: "Misschien moet je opnieuw beginnen," stelde ze voor.En: "Maybe you should start over," she suggested.Nl: Joris, die rijk was aan technische kennis, hielp hem dagenlang sleutelen.En: Joris, who was rich in technical knowledge, helped him tinker for days.Nl: Maar het probleem bleef een raadsel.En: But the problem remained a mystery.Nl: Halloween naderde, en het kamp had een feestelijke sfeer.En: Halloween was approaching, and the camp had a festive atmosphere.Nl: Overal hingen pompoenen en spookachtige decoraties.En: Everywhere hung pumpkins and spooky decorations.Nl: Maar Bram had maar één ding in gedachten: winnen.En: But Bram had only one thing on his mind: winning.Nl: Hij wist dat hij een beslissing moest nemen.En: He knew he had to make a decision.Nl: Pushte hij door met de onbetrouwbare auto?En: Should he push through with the unreliable car?Nl: Of startte hij met een nieuw ontwerp?En: Or start with a new design?Nl: Tijdens een oefenrun, terwijl de koele bries zijn baan striemde, voelde Bram zich onzeker.En: During a practice run, as the cool breeze whipped through the course, Bram felt uncertain.Nl: De auto begon te rammelen.En: The car began to rattle.Nl: Dit was het moment.En: This was the moment.Nl: Moest hij pauzeren, de auto opnieuw bekijken?En: Should he pause, review the car?Nl: Of moest hij zijn vertrouwen in zichzelf en de auto stellen en doorgaan?En: Or should he place his trust in himself and the car and go on?Nl: Met een beslissende knik zette hij door.En: With a decisive nod, he pressed on.Nl: Hij voelde de adrenaline en vertrouwde op zijn jarenlange ervaring.En: He felt the adrenaline and relied on his years of experience.Nl: De muren flitsten voorbij en alles werd één rechte streep.En: The walls raced past, and everything became one straight line.Nl: Geen crash, geen falen.En: No crash, no failure.Nl: Toen hij over de finish gleed, besefte hij dat de auto zich rustig had gedragen.En: As he glided over the finish, he realized the car had behaved calmly.Nl: Eindelijk.En: Finally.Nl: Aan het eind van de dag werden de tijden aangekondigd.En: At the end of the day, the times were announced.Nl: Bram had de top gehaald tijdens de laatste oefenrun.En: Bram had reached the top during the last practice run.Nl: Zijn glimlach was breder dan ooit.En: His smile was broader than ever.Nl: Hij had niet alleen de auto gerepareerd, maar ook zijn zelfvertrouwen hersteld.En: He had not only repaired the car but also restored his self-confidence.Nl: Hij keek naar Sanne en Joris, wetend dat hij klaar was voor de volgende ronde.En: He looked at Sanne and Joris, knowing he was ready for the next round.Nl: Dankzij zijn geduld en doorzettingsvermogen was hij sterker dan ooit tevoren.En: Thanks to his patience and perseverance, he was stronger than ever before. Vocabulary Words:autumn: herfstroaring: brullendesurrounded: omringdprecision: precisiedetermined: vastbeslotensputtered: sputterdeanxiety: angstsupport: steunenadvice: raadtinker: sleutelenmystery: raadselapproaching: naderdeatmosphere: sfeerspooky: spookachtigedecision: beslissingunreliable: onbetrouwbarerattle: rammelendecisive: beslissendeadrenaline: adrenalineexperience: ervaringglided: gleedbehaved: gedragenannounced: aangekondigdsmile: glimlachrestored: hersteldperseverance: doorzettingsvermogenedge: randsnag: binnenslepencompetition: competitiebreeze: bries

In this episode of Life at Liberty, host Cinelle Claassens interviews Candice Snow, a champion freestyle performer. Candice shares her inspiring journey back to horses after nearly 40 years away, her experiences with Liberty training, and her preparations for the upcoming Invitational Freestyle. The conversation highlights the deep connection between horse and trainer, the challenges faced in training, and the joy of competing in freestyle events. Candice emphasizes that it's never too late to start competing and encourages listeners to build a connection with their horses through Liberty work. Highlights: How Candace returned to horses after nearly 40 years away Building her Liberty journey through volunteering, Mustangs, and a growing herd The story behind her championship-winning freestyle performance Preparing for the 2025 Invitational Freestyle with new challenges and creative twists Why she believes it's never too late to start Liberty Practical advice for listeners to begin building connection with their horses Key Moments: 00:02:05 Life in Texas, balancing grandma duties and horses 00:02:49 Building a freestyle cart and the thrill of winning the championship 00:04:47 Returning to horses after decades away 00:07:36 First time witnessing Liberty with Dan James in 2012 00:09:40 From auditing clinics to champion: years of persistence 00:12:41 Finding joy in practice and connection with her horses 00:13:57 Challenges of training her insecure mare to stand independently 00:15:14 Her message: it's never too late to begin Liberty 00:16:09 Practical first steps for Liberty beginners 00:19:55 Sneak peek: 1960s theme and surprises for the Invitational Freestyle Summaries: 00:02:05 Life in Texas, balancing grandma duties and horses. Candace shares her daily life split between watching her granddaughter three days a week and devoting the rest of her time to horses. 00:02:49 Building a freestyle cart and the thrill of winning the championship. She recalls constructing her unique cart for her horse to push, describing the pride of seeing it all work in the arena and the joy of last year's championship win. 00:04:47 Returning to horses after decades away. Candace reflects on volunteering with therapeutic horsemanship after her children were grown, which reignited her love for horses and led her back into ownership and Liberty training. 00:07:36 First time witnessing Liberty with Dan James in 2012. She describes the awe of watching horses stand freely in the arena, realizing years later that her own horses could do the same—something her late father would have been proud of. 00:09:40 From auditing clinics to champion: years of persistence. Candace explains the long journey of hard work and setbacks that ultimately led her to become a Liberty Festival champion. 00:12:41 Finding joy in practice and connection with her horses. Her favorite moments come when things “just click,” whether riding bareback or playing at Liberty, blurring the line between practice and pure enjoyment. 00:13:57 Challenges of training her insecure mare to stand independently. She discusses her biggest training hurdle—getting her mare to stay confidently alone while sending her Mustang to perform other tasks. 00:15:14 Her message: it's never too late to begin Liberty. Candace encourages listeners that no matter their age or experience, Liberty offers a unique and deeply rewarding connection with horses. 00:16:09 Practical first steps for Liberty beginners. She advises starting small—spending time in a round pen, moving with your horse, and observing how they respond to your body language. 00:19:55 Sneak peek: 1960s theme and surprises for the Invitational Freestyle. Candace teases her 2025 Invitational performance, hinting at a 1960s “Age of Aquarius” theme, a redesigned cart, and a special Liberty maneuver surprise.

Ford Mustang community, our guest today is one of the most versatile racers in motorsports—Stephen Cox. He's competed on dirt and asphalt, ovals and road courses, open wheel, stock cars, and even off-road desert racing—and he's won in all of them. With 34 career victories, 124 Top 5 finishes, Stephen's resume is as deep as it is diverse.He's also CEO of Sopwith Motorsports Television Productions, a familiar face on Fox and NBCSN, and the proud owner of Blue Thunder, a Fox-body Mustang with its own racing pedigree.Let's talk to Stephen. Welcome to the podcast.Ford Mustang, The Early Years Podcast If you own a Mustang, how long have you owned your ride?43 yearsIf you own a Mustang or classic car, have you named your car? If so, what is his/her name?Blue ThunderIf you've made improvements to your classic car or restored it, what work have you done?Performance suspensionRacing engine5 speed, 9" rear end What plans do you have for improvements/restoration/modification of your classic car?New interior this winterLinks: Blue Thunder on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61565384990613 Blue Thunder on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/theblue_thunder_/ McGunegill Engines - https://www.mcgunegillengines.com/ Stifflers Engineering - https://buystifflers.com/ Cold Case Radiators - https://www.coldcaseradiators.com Connect with the show:@mustangpodcasthttps://www.instagram.com/mustangpodcast/An Expert's Guide to Maintaining Your Classic Mustangwww.TheMustangPodcast.com/repairSponsored by: National Parts Depotwww.npdlink.comWith 4 warehouses nationwide, you'll get your parts fast!Email Doug: doug@turnkeypodcast.com"Keep it safe, keep it rollin,' and keep it on the road. Until next time!" Doug Sandler

Comedy legend Jay Leno returns to the garage for a high-octane conversation about cars, comedy, and controversies. They dive into free speech in comedy, the upcoming Audrain Concours d'Elegance, and Ford's innovative GTD, all while sharing unfiltered opinions and insider automotive knowledge. ______________________________________________ BUY SCR MERCH! https://spikescarradio.com JOIN THE SCR PATREON! https://www.patreon.com/spikescarradio

The guys continue the second half (N-Z) of their discussion about cars they think OEMs should bring back to the market. They debate fun commuters for Ian, who lives in Perth, Australia and has wildly varied distance needs. Then, Andrew Z. has a young family and needs kid-hauling space, but yearns for a Miata (which is on the horizon). The guys dive into social media questions, which include asking about rear diffusers on non-sporty models; and why doesn't Ford build a 4dr Mustang branded as a Lincoln?  Audio-only MP3 is available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and 10 other platforms. Look for us on Tuesdays if you'd like to watch us debate, disagree and then go drive again! 00:00 - Intro 02:12 - Tom Matano, Father Of The Miata, Has Passed 05:54 - Porsche “Product Strategy Realignment!” 08:36 - EV Battery Ejector Concept ???? 15:21 - Paul's List Of Cars (N-Z) 35:13 - Todd's List Of Cars (N-Z) 1:02:51 - Hooked On Driving October 2025 Events 1:04:00 - Car Debate #1: Don't Drive It, You'll Want One 1:16:50 - Car Debate #2: Two More Years Until Miata 1:27:30 - Audience Questions On Social Media Rate and review us on Apple Podcasts, and subscribe to our two YouTube channels. Write to us your Topic Tuesdays, Car Conclusions and those great Car Debates at everydaydrivertv@gmail.com or everydaydriver.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In January 1948, Kentucky Air National Guard pilot Captain Thomas Mantell died while pursuing an unidentified flying object near Fort Knox, after his P-51 Mustang went into a fatal climb. The U.S. Air Force later suggested he had been chasing a high-altitude Skyhook balloon, but many still regard the Mantell incident as one of the first major UFO cases of the modern era. This week on The Micah Hanks Program, we are joined by filmmaker Seth Breedlove, whose forthcoming documentary Lost Contact: UFOs After Wartime revisits one of the earliest controversies in the study of UFOs, involving the fatal plane crash that claimed the life of pilot Thomas Mantell in 1948. What does a fresh look at eyewitness testimony reveal about this classic of post-war ufology?  Have you had a UFO/UAP sighting? Please consider reporting your sighting to the UAP Sightings Reporting System, a public resource for information about sightings of aerial phenomena. The story doesn't end here... become an X Subscriber and get access to even more weekly content and monthly specials. Want to advertise/sponsor The Micah Hanks Program? We have partnered with the AdvertiseCast to handle our advertising/sponsorship requests. If you would like to advertise with The Micah Hanks Program, all you have to do is click the link below to get started: AdvertiseCast: Advertise with The Micah Hanks Program Show Notes Below are links to stories and other content featured in this episode: NEWS: Secret Service dismantles telecom threat around UN capable of crippling cell service in NYC Archaeologists Have Unearthed a Site in Turkey That May Predate Famous Göbekli Tepe Tipsy Chimps? Study Reveals Wild Apes Consume the Equivalent of Two Drinks a Day NASA Issues Statement on 3I/ATLAS as Images Reveal the Object Has a Striking New Feature BREEDLOVE: The Official Website of Small Town Monsters LOST CONTACT: Trailer for 'Lost Contact: UFOs After Wartime' BECOME AN X SUBSCRIBER AND GET EVEN MORE GREAT PODCASTS AND MONTHLY SPECIALS FROM MICAH HANKS. Sign up today and get access to the entire back catalog of The Micah Hanks Program, as well as “classic” episodes, weekly “additional editions” of the subscriber-only X Podcast, the monthly Enigmas specials, and much more. Like us on Facebook Follow @MicahHanks on X. Keep up with Micah and his work at micahhanks.com.

Why does my Lexus have no overdrive? What's the squeak in my Tacoma front end? Using fuel additives or not? 11 F150 slipping 4x4 hubs Transmission fluid change or not? 09 Rav 4 Why does my carburetor lose prime overnight? 82 Ford F700 95 G20 Chevy Van misfire on highway only 75 Caprice could it be cam failure? Cold start only mis 10 Silverado 13 Titan should I do coils and plugs? 06 Jeep Commander ac won't work at idle 97 Mustang flashing OD light Acura MDX warning light

Driving the Mustang GTD; we toured the Czinger and Divergent 3D factory; Matt tells us about the great Mustang day of 2025; and we answer a whole lot of Patreon questions including:Cars that journos loved but failed to sell?Top automotive pilgrimagesWhy do RVs people choose Wranglers?E34 BMW: better than E36 or no?Prettiest Mustang ever?Next US car brand to go under will be...Driving a Panoz is like...When you shouldn't mess with a Porsche intakeBest / worst days at workAnd more! Recorded September 15, 2025 Show Notes:DeleteMeTake control of your data and keep your private life private by signing up for DeleteMe. Now at a special discount for our listeners. Get 20% off your DeleteMe plan when you go to joindeleteme.com/TIREand use promo code TIRE at checkout.  MudWtrStart your new morning ritual & get up to 43% off your @MUDWTR with code tire at mudwtr.com/tire ! #mudwtrpod #adFactorGo to FactorMeals.com/tire50offand use code tire50off to get 50% off your first box, plus Free Breakfast for 1 Year. *Offer valid for new Factor customers with code and qualifying auto-renewing subscription purchase.QuinceKeep it classic and cool this fall—with long-lasting staples from Quince. Go to Quince.com/TIRE for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns SmallsFor a limited time Smoking Tire podcast listeners get 60% off your first Smalls order PLUS free shipping when you head to Smalls.com/TIRE  New merch! Grab a shirt or hoodie and support us! https://thesmokingtireshop.com/ Use Off The Record! and ALWAYS fight your tickets! For a 10% discount on your first case go to https://www.offtherecord.com/TST Want your question answered? Want to watch the live stream, get ad-free podcasts, or exclusive podcasts? Join our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thesmokingtirepodcast Instagram:https://www.Instagram.com/thesmokingtirehttps://www.Instagram.com/therealzackklapman Want your question answered? Want to watch the live stream, get ad-free podcasts, or exclusive podcasts? Join our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thesmokingtirepodcast Use Off The Record! and ALWAYS fight your tickets! Enter code TST10 for a 10% discount on your first case on the Off The Record app, or go to http://www.offtherecord.com/TST. Watch our car reviews: https://www.youtube.com/thesmokingtire Tweet at us!https://www.Twitter.com/thesmokingtirehttps://www.Twitter.com/zackklapman Instagram:https://www.Instagram.com/thesmokingtirehttps://www.Instagram.com/therealzackklapman

TNF and the Packers are a problem. PFT did not have fun watching the Packers dominate the Commanders and is dispelling all rumors of lil bro ass allegations on Jayden Daniels (00:00:00-00:22:03). We then do our Week 2 picks and preview for every game including who would win in a fight a Jaguar or a Bengal, who would win in a race a Colt or Mustang, the Ravens rubbing the Browns nose in it and a Super Bowl rematch (00:22:03-01:34:47). Best bets and Jerry's fantasy minute (01:34:47-01:44:27). Andrew Santino joins us in studio to talk about his new special, some football, golf, acting in Hollywood and how he's slightly given up in a great way, and more (01:44:27-02:33:24). We finish with Fyre Fest of the week (02:33:24-02:49:44).You can find every episode of this show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or YouTube. Prime Members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. For more, visit barstool.link/pardon-my-take

On this episode of The Adam Carolla Show, comedian Greg Fitzsimmons stops by the studio! They kick things off with Greg talking about how America's growing civil discourse could one day spark another civil war, before Adam recaps his weekend vintage car race at Laguna Seca. Greg talks about finally ditching his Prius for a Mustang and why he can't stand Waymo cars, while Adam shares wild footage from his race and dives into the intricacies of competitive racing. Adam also talks about going on Rick Caruso's massive 214-foot superyacht, detailing the insane amount of work and money it takes to keep it fully operational.In the news, comedian Rudy Pavich joins to break down some viral headlines, starting with a wild brawl between Jaguars and Saints fans during a preseason game in New Orleans that's now making the rounds online. Then, they turn to the latest over-the-top product from Kim Kardashian's SKIMS: the $48 Seamless Sculpt Face Wrap, a collagen-infused compression garment that claims to shape the jawline and chin. The crew can't help but poke fun at the idea of a “face bra” and discuss society's obsession with cutting corners when it comes to health and fitness. FOR MORE WITH GREG FITZSIMMONS: INSTAGRAM: @gregfitzsimmonsTWITTER: @gregfitzshowWEBSITE: www.gregfitzsimmons.comFOR MORE WITH RUDY PAVICH:INSTAGRAM: @rudy_pavichWEBSITE: www.rudypavichcomedy.comThank you for supporting our sponsors:BetOnlineHydrow.com - use code ADAM MASAChips.com/CAROLLAListen now to the Life Kit podcast from NPR.oreillyauto.com/ADAMPluto.tvLIVE SHOWS: August 29 - Provo, UTAugust 31 - Torrance, CA (2 shows)September 6 - Charlotte, NC (2 shows)September 12-13 - El Paso, TX (4 Shows)Want to listen ad-free? You can now get the podcast without interruptions on Apple Podcasts and Spotify! Just subscribe on Apple Podcasts or Support us on Patreon to unlock the ad-free Spotify feed.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.