I like the chevy caprice classic and the el camino. What other cars are similar to these?

In a car lift used in a service station, com-
pressed air exerts a force on a small piston
of circular cross-section having a radius of
4.97 cm. This pressure is transmitted by a
liquid to a second piston of radius 28.3 cm.
What force must the compressed air exert
in order to lift a car weighing 14700 N?
Answer in units of N.

What air pressure will produce this force?
Answer in units of Pa.

I already solved the first part of the question. The force is 453.3746583 N. I just need help with the second part. Any help would be greatly appreciated! Thanks.

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That’s not to say it’s all the car we’ll ever want. The more powerful 330d and 335d are quicker still and more desirable, with extraordinary muscle and surprising economy. They’re every bit as swift as the big six-cylinder petrol models, which will …

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Any ideas of cheap, old yet good rally cars?

Most people know the 1969 Dodge Charger from the TV show, “The Dukes of Hazzard”. I’ll admit that the car was the main reason I watched that show, but never knew it was actually one of several Chargers used because it was easily wrecked from all the jumping, flying, and landings those cars did on that show. I actually rode in a Dodge Charger back in the 1970s as a kid. It belonged to my uncle. From just looking at it, the car does look somewhat like a racing car, but it also does have a certain aura to it. The much newer 2006 or 2008 Dodge Charger does not have the same effect. Other than the name, there’s nothing about it that reminds me of the 1969 classic. How did it get to be such an iconic muscle car? I’d even pick a 1969 Dodge Charger over a Ford Mustang if they raced against each other.

I had a dream a few weeks back that I was in this very large house. I went to the basement and found a bunch of cars parked down there. It seemed like it was a underground garage, and the basement itself also was large and expansive. There were also boats down there, but they were wooden canoes. All of the cars were old classic cars, but they were in great shape–they looked brand new. All of the cars were pristine white, but there was one car that was a bright green. The cars were all parked on these wooden docks, and the docks were surrounded by water.

I looked down into the water, and the water looked very clear, but I knew that I was dreaming, and that I was looking at my unconscious. At first I thought that there was nothing in the water, but then I realized that since it was my unconscious, there was plenty down there. I think I got out of the basement, but I can’t remember. I do remember jumping canoe to canoe, heading towards this door that was the basement exit.

I interpret my own dreams usually, but I cannot figure out the symbolism of cars and the boats. The basement of course is my unconscious, the house was my personality, but what do these parked cars represent? Cars usually represent the body or the ego or the personality or how one is directing their life currently, but never have I interpreted a dream like this where the cars were parked in the basement.

Someone help

I’m looking into purchasing a 1941 Plymouth Sedan Deluxe, or a 1936 Chevrolet Sedan. I want to restore/repair the car to a modern-daily driver with new parts, but in order to do that I need to be able to locate some sort of manual or specifications to know the rear-end, front-end, engine size, and things like that. Basic googling didn’t turn anything up.

Just wondering if there is some sort of classic car manual/information/specification database out there.

Thank you.

I’ve always wondered this but how are nerds so out of style and what makes them like that. I meen don’t they see how other people dress and what they do? Like for example i have a friend who’s kind of a nerd that I made cool by having him come sit by us and stuff. But his parents are well off but yet he
- doesn’t have a cell phone
-has an old ipod classic
-a 15 year old volvo
-has clothes from like walmart and no name brands
-has an 8 year old computer
but yet the popular kids have
-clothes from abrcrombie,hollister,zumiez,lord and taylor,american eagle,macy ect
-all have a cell phone
-2-4g ipod touch
-1-3 year old car
-1-2 year old computers

so don’t nerds pick up on this stuff cuz they’re all out of style like that in my school.

In GT5 Beginner series, I always seems to come last to 2nd last in the Japanese and European classic races no matter what i try. my car which is from 1968 barely goes at 67MPH after i tuned it in the tuning shop.

Which car is the fastest? it should be from 1979 or earlier… thank’s.

Okay, here’s another, “Me and my mom,” ordeal: Okay, my brother asks for an addon for one of his video games for the PS3, and he has to sign on my profile. I was in my room, and I notice that it signs me out saying that another user has signed on. I walk into my brother’s room to investigate, and notice he has signed on my profile (It’s the master account on his PS3, and he has to sign on to buy stuff.). We talk about the addon, as there were a few options, and we get into a pretty funny discussion about them. I get serious for a minute, and tell him to please ask me before he gets on my account. Pretty reasonable, right? Wrong. Apparently my mother thinks that I’m trying to be, “Controlling,” of my brother by asking him to do that. I ask her, “What? I’m just telling him to ask before getting on my profile.” She doesn’t care. She yelled that she said it was okay, so he can do it. (I honestly don’t care if he does or not, I would just like to be informed before my account is used somewhere else.) She keeps yelling at me about how I’m a spoiled rotten brat and I want to control everything around me. Let me stop for a second and ask you this: How? … How was I trying to be controlling if it’s my account, and I’m just asking to be informed on what happens with it? … Anyways, back to what happened. We kept escalating, and I got tired of it, and she must have seen where she was wrong, and pulled the classic, “I don’t want to hear your voice,” card. She went on after that, talking about how she was going to take all of my stuff out of my room, and I tried to ask why, but she kicked me out of the house. (Being in the middle of the country, it’s not that big of a deal. Although it was cold… and raining… and I was barefoot…) So I decide to take a walk down the road. A police officer stops by me and asks me, “What’s going on?” I tell him about the dispute, and I tell him about how I’m just taking a walk to calm down. He tells me to get in the back of his car and he would give me a ride home. (Honestly, I didn’t want to yet. It had only been about 10 minutes, and I was still very angry.) I do, and when I get home, he tells me to stay in the back of the car. He gets out and talks to my mother, but I couldn’t hear, because they are sound proof, apparently. I get out, he talks to me about how I should straiten up, and stop kicking my brother in the head (??? Where did this come from???) and to not run away from home, stay off drugs, and the other usual stuff. What surprises me the most is when he says I could have been taken to a Juvenile Detention Center for what I’ve done: Disruption of the Public. Now when has taking a walk down a road with nothing but trees to either side EVER disrupted public, I don’t know. Nobody seemed bothered by it, BECAUSE NOBODY WAS THERE! Then he talks about how I shouldn’t bully my mother (Once again, ???) and so forth. I get back in, and I take a mental note that she was watching her dramatic Soap Operas. She gets back there and starts talking over-dramatically about how it was a dumbass move to run off like that (Even though she was the one who kicked me out of the house) and that I could have gone to Juvy for it. (Once again, taking a walk is a crime? Then arrest everybody in god damned New York City.) She said that if I ever disrespect her that severely again (What? Me asking a simple thing like THAT is disrespect?), she would call that officer and have them take me to the Juvenile Detention Center. (I couldn’t help but think that that would be a very idiotic move. Sending me to Juvy… For asking a question… Yep.. That makes a whole TON of sense.) and goes back into the living room to watch her god damned Soaps. I can hear her talking to her boyfriend about how bad I was, and victimizing herself.

So, what am I going to do about this? I honestly can’t think of anything. IF YOU SAY CALL THE WHATEVER IT IS, I WILL KICK YOU IN THE FACE!!! I really do love her, as she is my mother, and I want to stay with her. I honestly believe that she needs help, and I hope to do that for her. I just don’t know how to handle her sometimes. If you haven’t read my other question about her, click my profile and look at it for a bit of background. Thank you for your time, and for reading this long-ass story. If you have good advice, please post it below.