bronze wheels

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Rujm el-Hiri, Israel

Rujm el-Hiri is an ancient megalithic monument, consisting of concentric circles of stone with a tumulus at its center. It is located in the Israeli-occupied portion of the Golan Heights, some 9.9 miles (16 km) east of the coast of the Sea of Galilee, in the middle of a large plateau covered with hundreds of dolmen. Rujm el-Hiri means “stone heap of the wild cat” in Arabic. In Hebrew the structure is named Gilgal Refaim, which means the “wheel of Refaim.” The Refaim were an ancient race of giants, mentioned in the Bible. The word “refaim” in modern Hebrew also means “ghosts” or “spirits.”

Made up of more than 42,000 basalt rocks arranged in concentric circles, it has a mound 15 feet (4.6 m) tall at its center. Some circles are complete, others incomplete. The outermost wall is 520 feet (160 m) in diameter and 8 feet (2.4 m) high. The establishment of the site, and other nearby ancient settlements, is dated by archaeologists to the Early Bronze Age II period (3000–2700 BC).

Since excavations have yielded very few material remains, Israeli archeologists theorize that the site was not a defensive position or a residential quarter but most likely a ritual center, possibly linked to the cult of the dead. However, there is no consensus regarding its function, as no similar structure has been found in the Near East.

Flood my Mornings: Plymouth Trace

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

PLYMOUTH TRACE

Later that same afternoon
September, 1950

“Daddy!!!” 

I parked Penelope’s car at the curb in front of the house, and got out quickly to see Bree pelting down the front stairs toward Jamie, who had stepped out of the ‘49 Ford he’d pulled carefully into the driveway. He’d been doubling back to come greet me, but hearing his daughter’s squeals, he turned and crouched down in the grass for interception.

Bree, however, was far more excited about the new car. Instead of flinging herself into Jamie’s arms, she made a sharp left and thudded herself into the front passenger door with both hands. Liking the sound immensely, she began pummeling the door further, jumping up and down and shrieking with giggles as she did so.

“No-no-no, a nighean,” Jamie said sharply as he reached her and grabbed both her hands away.

Bree jumped, startled and horrified by his harsh tone. Jamie was so unfailingly gentle with her, always, that for a moment, I thought she was going to burst out into tears. Jamie realized this, too, and quickly released her hands, laying one of his own against the gleaming paint of the car door. “Now, wee Bree, ye mustna hit our Bonnie. Ye wouldna wish to hurt her feelings by thrashing her about, aye?”

Bonnie?” I laughed, incredulous as I came to stand with Mrs. Byrd, “Is that its name??”

“‘Tis her name,” Jamie said with dignity, though I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. To Bree, he encouraged, “Can ye say ‘hello’ to Bonnie Blue?”

Without missing a beat, Bree took a step back and waved at the car. “Hiiii-lo, Bobbie bloo!”

We all laughed and Jamie kissed her cheek. “Aye, that’s right, cub. We all must be verra gentle and sweet to Miss Bonnie so she lasts a good long while.”

Bree looked pensive for a moment, considering, then walked forward to lay an unutterably delicate kiss on the driver’s door. 

“‘Inna laff-me!” she scolded as we all did. She pointed a stern finger at Jamie, then the car. “M’kissie, Da.”

Jamie opened his mouth to decline, then removed his hat and laid a soft kiss on the handle. “How’s that, cub?” he asked Bree with a grin. 

“’S’okay,” she said with a curt nod, rising on tiptoes to peer in the side mirror.

Jamie laughed, standing, “She’ll keep a man verra humble, one day, that one.”


Jamie was like a bronze statue behind the wheel, impeccable and sure in his movement. It was the deliberateness, the same steeled concentration in his eye that he’d used in battle. At the wheel, he used it to be cautious, careful, erring on the side of slowness for the sake of accuracy. Still, while we were puttering along at about the same speed as an octogenarian on foot, the set of his jaw made him look so…

“Damn me, but you do look sexy doing that, Jamie.”

“Oh, aye?” he said, not taking his eye from the road, but the corners of his mouth crooked downward: a suppressed smile.

“Indeed, you do,” I confirmed matter-of-factly, scooting closer to him on the wide seat and reaching out a delicate finger to trace his arm. “Positively rakish.”

“More so than when I’m about other activities?”

“Oh, in terms of sexiness, this is ranking in your top five activities, to be sure,” I said, with mock solemnity. 

He snorted. “Not that I’m no’ sensible of the compliment, but I canna quite see how turning a steering wheel should be at all rousing to ye.” 

“Welll….” I kept my face intentionally composed, tracing the tendons of his right hand, feeling the strength in them as they grasped the self-same wheel. “Do you…happen to know what the kids do, when they ‘go for a drive’?”

“Other than getting to their intended destination, ye mean?”

“The destination is everything,” I said dramatically, walking my fingers up his arm. “They find a secluded spot to park the car…” I leaned forward and breathed in his ear, “…and then set about to…. not enjoy the scenery.”

He shivered at my touch and his fingers tightened a bit on the steering wheel but he didn’t seem in the least bit shocked. “Aye, seems reasonable, there being fewer cow byres and springhouses to which the youngsters might secrete themselves.”

“Oh-ho! And just who was young Jamie Fraser secreting with in cow byres, might I ask?”

“And I might just as easily inquire with whom it was that ye *didna* enjoy the scenery, Sassenach…” he said sardonically. 

“Oh, really!” I swatted him, making him laugh and playfully swat me back. “Teenagers didn’t have cars when I was at the cavorting age, you oaf! Movies,” I drawled, seeing his puzzlement. “Lovers’ Lanes are common spots for young people to—” Ahah, how to explain this one? “—get murdered in gory films.”

“Jesus CHRIST, Sassenach,” Jamie said in alarm, taking his eye from the road a moment to give me a look of deep revulsion. “Folk enjoy seeing young couples getting—killed?”

“They’re not all about people getting—Oh never mind, I will get you to the cinema eventually, but anyway, I also happen to know more about driving dates than I’d wish because I have the joy of being a compulsory member of the debriefing committee for Della O’ Malley’s courting escapades.”

“Ah, our wee Della,” Jamie sighed ruefully, turning right. “She must get herself marrit, soon, or she’ll end up so entangled she’ll need to be pruned,” he laughed.  “So…whereabouts is the ‘Lovers’ Lane’ in these parts, then?”

“Oh, there are many, I’m sure. But Della’s favorite was in a huge copse of willow trees near the big creek off of Plymouth Tra—”

And before my eyes, not two seconds later, the car rattled merrily onto none other… than Plymouth Trace.

“What was it ye were saying, Sassenach?” 

“Why, you presumptuous wee bastard! How the bloody hell did you know?”

The wee bastard in question grinned devilishly, chancing a glance away from the road. “The lads at Fernacre as about as eager to crow about their escapades as Miss O’Malley. I figured it would be fitting to take our Bonnie here on her first trip.”

“You talk bout her like she’s our child,” I giggled.

Dinna listen to her, Bonnie,” Jamie crooned, patting her (“HER!” pah!) fondly on the dashboard. “You’re part o’ the family now.”

We pulled into the arbor, carefully, slowly and came to rest between two of the trees that stood close together. I couldn’t help gasping as I opened the door and tripped out between the fluttering curtains of yellow-green. There were perhaps twenty willows, scattered around a lazy bend in a wide, sweet creek; tall ones, with their fronds waving gracefully in the late-afternoon breezes. 

Della liked this spot, I knew, for the seclusion it provided in the dark of the evening. In the afternoon, with sunlight dappling between the leaves, though, it was—

Breathtaking…”

“My thoughts exactly,” came a soft, low voice at my shoulder as his arm came around my waist. 

“Flatterer,” I grinned. 

“No,” he whispered, pressing me back against the side rear of car, his eyes dark with feeling.

I melted into him, reaching hungrily for his mouth as he reached for mine. I could feel the sun-warmed panels hot through my skirt as he pressed me into them, his mouth, his hands, his entire body insistent against mine. 

I could feel my body rising to his, my blood pounding furiously in every vessel, crying out to him. 

Jamie. My Jamie. 

“Does it ever stop?” I panted, “the wanting you?” 

“No,” he whispered with a soft laugh before taking my mouth again. “Never.”

A long, fevered string of moments later, Jamie’s hand left my neck (though the other continued to roam freely. A moment later I heard the springing CLONK of the rear door latch releasing. “Get inside,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’ve got to have you now.”

“In the…? I thought we were supposed to ‘be gentle to Bonnie.’”

“Oh, aye, wi’ Bonnie I’ll be gentle…. Wi’ you—” He latched his mouth into the crease of my neck and chuckled darkly as I groaned with the rush of sensation. “Now… get inside.”  

I had his trousers down around his ankles in a jiffy, leaving him exposed. “Kick off your shoes,” I whispered urgently. He tried but got tangled up, and had to bend down to extricate himself. I took the opportunity to spread our picnic blanket over the back seat and clamber in. 

Jamie joined me a minute later, bare-arsed, pulling the door shut behind him. He knelt before me on the floor, running his hands up under the skirt of my dress. He was smiling, but I could tell he was done with kidding around. 

“You’re wearing far too many clothes, mo nighean donn,” he whispered, nuzzling my thighs, “far too many.”

While my vision was obscured by my dress flying up over my head, he set to work between my legs, eliciting a moan that surely shook the vines surrounding us. “Oh….Jamie….”

I heard—no, felt—him laugh against me, not slowing his pace one bit. It seemed hardly moments before I cried, “Ja—Jamie—I’m going—to—”

And I did, my vision going lilac with energy as i melted under his touch.

He didn’t wait long. With remarkable economy of motion, he pulled me down against him and whirled us around so that I was sitting astride him on the seat. My head almost brushed the roof but that hardly mattered. I was dizzy, spinning  as I was curling my entire body around him, bending my head to him, needing more even as I throbbed.

We slid together with a sigh that seemed to emit from us both. I could feel the car rocking softly back and forth with us as I rode him, hard and desperately.

“Sassenach….” he moaned, his head pressed hard into my shoulder as he gripped my hips so hard I knew I would bruise and moved me harder, deeper, faster. One hand slid further down and used his thumb to bring me to the brink again and we were crying out together, pulsing against each other to get one more moment, one more bolt of our common magic.

When we were both spent, he let his head fall back and I slumped against him, wrapping my arms slowly around his neck, both of us one sweaty, quivering heap. The sun beamed through the rear window, bathing our still-one flesh in blissful warmth and light. I took the opportunity to study him while his eyes were closed. His hair was short and arranged, and his clothes, wherever they were, were different, but he was still the lad–the achingly sweet, caring lad–who had slept outside my door to keep away brigands in the night. So pure and loving…so…exquisite. The lines of his face; the hollows of cheek and temple; the smile that tugged at his lips even as he heaved with exhaustion. Glowing in the sunlight, he looked so beautiful, I truly wanted to cry.

I opened my mouth to tell him so, but just at that moment, he spoke. “There’s a good lass.”

I thought he was addressing me, so it came as quite a surprise then he thumped not my bare arse but the seat beside us. “If this be the time we conceive, we’ll keep ye in mind when we name the bairn.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I murmured against his mouth, barely managing it, widely as I was grinning.

“Aye,” he laughed, a little sheepishly, wrapping his arms snugly around my hips. “I’ll try to be more dignif—”

I stopped his ridiculous mouth with another kiss.


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I promised more on this modded s202 from Minkara a few posts back belonging to Pikarin from Osaka, Japan. It packs a JUN 2.2L stroker for starters. I think this is my first J-spec subaru post as well! I’ve been on an S202 kick lately so a little background…

At 320 horsepower from the factory, the Subaru S202 was the first car to break the 276-horsepower restriction on all Japanese cars (ever notice why so many cars in Gran Turismo are “exactly” 276 hp) and paved the way for the ISF, GTR and other high horsepower creations to roll out of the island country. Every generation of Impreza has had a super limited edition sportscar model dubbed the S201 (classic GC8 ), S202 (bugeye GD), S203 (blobeye GD), S204 (hawkeye GD), and R205 (the new GRB).

The S202 essentially takes the stripped down racing model of the STI – the STI type RA spec C – and reloads it with high end sports car goodies: STI projector headlights (heavier but better looking), STI front mount oil cooler, bronze 17″ STI wheels made by RAYS (which bear a striking resemblance to RAYS Volk CE28N), chassis and brake upgrades, and a carbon fiber GT wing. Only 400 were ever made.

This guy modded an S202. He took Subaru’s ultimate bugeye and made it better, and more suited to his use for it as a weekend track car.

The metal bumper vent only on one side of the car may not be the prettiest but it is functional… behind it is a the GReddy front mount oil cooler (in addition to the STI factory front mount oil cooler that all S202′s come with), which vents air through the metal duct… pretty creative engineering.

The vents cut into the stock rear bumper (though they vary in appearance) – and the flip up rear license plate with vents behind it – are pretty standard faire on Japanese track cars. Both allow trapped air to escape the bumper and reduce drag.

The S202′s front-mount factory STI oil cooler switched positions with the intercooler.

And it gets tracked…


MODS LIST
Engine
– JUN AUTO custom 2.2L stroker kit EX
– JUN AUTO pistons
– JUN AUTO oil pump
– Tomei valve springs
– Tomei cams
– Tomei timing belt reinforced belt guide
– Tomei exhaust manifold (headers)
– Ganador Full Titanium exhaust
– Cusco air intake hose
– HKS racing intake
– HKS twin power ignition amplifier
– Big throttle Racing shaft Baku Baku Factory (ばくばく工房 Big throttle Racing shaft)
– Power enterprise F1 black engine bearing
– SARD fuel collector tank
– SARD fuel injectors
– SARD fuel pressure regulator
– Laile (BeatRush) crank pulley
– Tomei baffle stiffiner plate
– ARC oil pan
– Kondo Engineering “3” all aluminum radiator
– Kondo Engineering tune for 2.2L motor
– Ecutek ECU

Turbo & Cooling
– IHI Turbo (machined)
– GReddy Type RS blow off valve
– GReddy Front Mount Intercooler SPEC-R (editor’s note: the SPEC-R is a different GReddy fmic than the smaller GReddy front mount that you see on U.S. WRX’s)
– earlier setup: ARC top mount intercooler and Prova High Pressure Bypass Valve (made by Forge)
– STI Oil Cooler (stock - OEM S202 Part)
– GReddy Oil Cooler (secondary… custom metal vent)

Transmission
– ATS Twin Carbon Clutch
– Steel mesh clutch hose
– Cusco transmission mount
– Cusco 1.5way RS differential

Braking
–PFC front three piece rotors for STI Brembos
–RDD rear 330mm three piece rotors for STI Brembos
–Endless EP357ME22 brake pads
–Endless CCR brake pads
–Prova carbon fiber brake cooling guide ducts

Suspension
– Extended studs
– Hyperco HYPERCOIL coilovers
– Kondo Engineering Harmonic Drive
– Swift Hyperco Springs F 12k R 10k + 4k Hyperco spring assisted design
– Ikeya Formula roll center adjuster
– Cusco sway bars
– Okuyma floor braces
– Okuyama rear seat delete plate
– J Speed rear seat delete plate reinforcement braces (editors note: there’s a brace for everything :O)
– J Speed multi-piece fender braces
– Beatrush rear strut and trunk braces
– Beatrush floor brace
– STI titanium front strut bar (stock - OEM S202 Part)
– STI lateral links and trailing arms (stock - OEM S202 Part)

Wheel & Tire
– Bridgestone Potenza RE-11 tires
– STI wheels by RAYS
– RAYS Volk Racing CE28N (black) 17×9 +43
– RAYS Volk Racing RE30 (black) 17×9 +43

Exterior
– Ganador SuperMirrors
– STI version 1 lip w/ factory STI unpainted/flat black option
– STI mesh fog covers – unpainted.
– STI projector headlights (stock - OEM S202 Part)
– STI roof vent (stock - OEM S202 Part)
– STI S202 carbon fiber wing (stock - OEM S202 Part)
– Monster Sport carbon trunk
– Monster Sport carbon hood with drop-in hood vent — also custom vented over the turbo.
– hood pins
– Stage 21 custom vented fenders – 20mm wider than stock

Interior
– Recaro Tomcat Limited Edition seats w/ yellow “carbon kevlar” style fabric insert
– Defi gauge pod + gauges
– Infinite i-TCMS (Mugen track display meter)

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Featured: DonnieBrasco’s Bugeye

This is one of the more epic bugeyes to roll out of SoCal.

What sets this car apart is the prodrive lip with V-limited lip underneath. Donnie was one of the first bugeyes (possibly the first) to roll with this setup. His Prodrive lip is authentic – one of the last ones Prodrive USA had in stock before they closed down North American operations. This setup has become increasingly common as replicas of both prodrive and v-limited lips have become available for cheap but still nobody has pulled it off like this.

The other thing that sets the car apart is the wheels… but they speak for themselves…

rare/out of production bronze Volk Racing SE37K wheels (they were replaced by the Volk RE30’s)


It says something that this is actually the winter setup (although to be fair does SoCal really have winters?)

THIS is the summer setup…

BBS LM wheels. Real. Specs remain a mystery (no really I’m not too lazy to look it up he just won’t give it up lol).

EXTERIOR / INTERIOR

EDM HID headlight – the correct beam pattern, Light output 6k
Prodrive Genuine Lip one of the last pcs. DAN Prodrive have before they closed shop.
New OEM front bumper color match PPG paint
S204 vlimited rep lip
08 STI front seats
JDM red hazzard button
OEM 3pod guages
black plasti dip trim
black suede interior
editors note: GT Spec grill in the top “winter” photos – it’s essentially a Zerosports grill but with the three holes filled in on either side. People often confuse it as being a replica of the LIBERAL grill which looks similar but somewhat different, but in actuality the GT Spec grill a semi-original part.
ENGINE / DRIVETRAIN

TDO4 – bought w/ 10k miles
BN heads, subaru genuine OEM headgskets
ARP cometic head studs
BN waterpump, timing belt, belt tensioner
BN fuel filters and regulator
Group N engine mount
Group N tranny mount
Prodrive catless up pipe
stock catted dp
APS cat back
EXEDY stage 2 clutch – 8kmiles ago
Mishimoto aluminum radiator
Gimmick black silicone radiator hoses
New thermostat
STI high pressure rad caps
Motul 75 90 tranny fluids – Done at Yimi 5k miles ago
Factory Short shifter
kartboy shifter bushing
now flashed on stage 2 XPT MAP

SUSPENSION

Whiteline 22-27 mm F&R swaybar
Whiteline ALK
Whiteline center roll adjuster
Whiteline Lateral links
Kartboy endlinks
STI aluminum control arms
JDM STI titanuim strutbar
Ingals Camberbolts
Megan tracks 10k-12k CO

Photocredits: Luis3rd (winter setup); Chris Sustrino a/k/a TimeAtk on Nasioc (summer setup)