Ooh blogger em android

What is this and how does it work?
Attempting to use android blogger!

harden up john you don't have a hurty knee!

And one for the expats.

Chop Part 1

This chassis rail is in pretty bad shape, and needs a fair chop near the wheel arch.

This is the lip of the rear end of the tray. - See below for it's removal.

The rear end of the tray has been removed - all the spot welds of the tray ground out, and the panel ground off at the edge.

ZigZag

Seriously, what is it with engineers and train spotting?

Signals are green!

Please keep limbs wholly within the carriage at all times!

A locomotive!

This is a poem my dad used to read to me by Walt Whitman

"To a locomotive in winter"

Thee for my recitative,

Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,

Thee in thy panoply, thy measur’d dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive,

Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel,

Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides,

Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance,

Thy great protruding head-light fix’d in front,

Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple,

The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smokestack,

Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels,

Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following,

Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering ;

Type of the modern—emblem of motion and power—pulse of the continent,

For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,

With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow,

By day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,

By night thy silent signal lamps to swing.

Fierce-throated beauty !

Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps at night,

Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all,

Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding,

(No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,)

Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d,

Launch’d o’er the prairies wide, across the lakes,

To the free skies unpent and glad and strong.

Subydoobedoo

Project Subaru. - This brumby needs grooming.

5th of July - Stripped all the parts off the back end incl the fuel tank so we can start cutting!