1956 - 1957 Buick Valve Lifters Nos New In Original Box on 2040-parts.com
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1956 - 1957 Buick Valve Lifters NOS Set Of 16 New In Original Box, But Only Has No. 896 On It Lifters Look Great !! |
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1956 - 1959 buick valve lifters - 56-58 chevy truck - nos new in original box(US $75.00)
1956 chevy bel air/nomad cam shaft *nos part#3862798 for 4 barrel v8(US $250.00)
Vintage fomoco 1952-53 ford flathead v8 tappets set of 9 hot rod scta
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1932-48 ford flathead standard size camshaft bearings nos 1216(US $24.99)
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The future is cloudy
Tue, 07 Jan 2014Last night before CES opened here in Las Vegas we met the principals of a start-up company called Driver Cloud. They said they had an idea about using the cloud to operate a package delivery service the same way other sites do ride sharing – you'd send out a notice on their network that you needed a package delivered and a bonded, licensed Driver Cloud truck owner would deliver it for you for a fee. The service, called Gofr, would work in conjunction with Driver Cloud's ride sharing component, called Chofr.
Hybrid owners sue Ford over Fusion, C-Max mpg claims
Wed, 24 Apr 2013Pennsylvania car owners are suing Ford Motor Co., claiming that the 2013 Fusion hybrid and C-Max hybrid are not delivering on promised fuel-efficiency figures, according to a report from Bloomberg. Both hybrid models are advertised to return 47 mpg, but the owners say that number is inflated to seem more competitive among other midsize sedans, according to their court filing. The complaint says car owners who have submitted estimates to a fuel-economy tracking website averaged 38.5 mpg, a 10-mpg difference that can cost an additional $1,800 in fuel costs over five years, Bloomberg reports.
Dusting off chavs in a 1963 Jaguar Mark II 3.8
Thu, 24 Jun 2010The guy in the baseball cap with the gold sticker still on the peak glanced across and registered nothing. The empty sound of 1.6 litres of Citroen’s finest fell impotently out through an exhaust pipe larger than a drain. Content in the thought that he did not need to worry about the old-fashioned chrome laden crock next to him, the lights turned to amber and he drew his elbow in through the window as the glow of blue LEDs emanating from under the sills launched down the road, followed by the un-silenced sound of French chipped distress.