u/KingOfFools1984

What was it called? Guillotine I guess. 🤣

Scatto fatto durante l’eclisse, allo stagno di Soustons, nelle Landes.
Di solito quando parto in vacanza mi porto dietro la full frame Canon e svariati chili di ottiche. Con due bambini piccoli, però, ogni tanto bisogna accettare qualche compromesso e questa volta la reflex è rimasta a casa.
Posto questa foto perché mi ha fatto pensare a quanto si sia evoluta la fotografia da smartphone. Non tanto per dire che un telefono possa sostituire una full frame, perché ovviamente non è così, ma perché siamo arrivati al punto in cui un oggetto che sta in tasca può permetterti di vedere una scena del genere, comporla, scattarla e portarti a casa una fotografia che fino a non molti anni fa sarebbe stata impensabile con un telefono.
E alla fine, quando davanti hai la luce giusta, un airone in mezzo all’acqua e il telefono in tasca, la cosa più importante è riuscire a fare la foto.

Certo, la latitudine di posa della mia Canon non mi sarebbe dispiaciuta 😬

Sorry Guys, today I have a lot of shitty questions but since this group is so helpful… here I am once again!
Can you please let me know where to find good deals for a Good Year?

I hope the breakdown in the title helps better understanding the thorough thoughts this guy had while doing this performance.

This is the only pic that was taken of the moment immediately after the birth of three B737.
As all of us well know, Boeing Mamas lay eggs in the depths of the rivers, and as soon as eggs disclose, the babyborn 737s (you can recognize them from the green livery and the absence of the nose) try to reach quickly the nearest ICAO code with a long enough runway.
Sadly, this and other pictures are the only ones available, as this is something extremely rare to see in nature. It happened in Montana back in 2014.

Amazing, isn’t it?

Veramente, signora, dove finiremo? Aeroporti con aeroplani! Pazzesco.

I just finished DS3 and DLCs and in parallel my NG+ in Demon’s Souls remastered. 50% off popped up for Sekiro and… well, here we are.
Do you have any good advice? I think I’ll start cursing very soon.

THIS. Hell no. HELL NO!

Some people have the survival instinct of a pigeon walking into a falcon’s nest.

Spoiler warning (yeah, I know… after all these years 😅). But somehow I managed to avoid seeing this place until today, so thanks to everyone who kept the surprise alive.
I just finished my first playthrough of Dark Souls III, including both DLCs, and what an incredible journey it was.
Handing the Painter the blood of her uncle at the very end felt like the perfect closing note for the game. Such a beautiful, bittersweet ending.
I beat every boss except Midir. That’s my last challenge over the next few days before I finally move on to NG+. I’ll definitely replay it… probably sometime within the next year.
As for my FromSoftware ranking, Dark Souls III now sits right alongside Elden Ring as my favorite. After that I’d probably say Bloodborne, Dark Souls, and Demon’s Souls.
What’s next? I’m still undecided. Maybe Dark Souls II, maybe Sekiro. Either way, I can’t wait.

I was driving home with my wife and kids in our 2014 Toyota Auris Touring Sports Hybrid, at roughly 30kmh (20mph in Freedom units) when I suddenly heard an extremely loud metallic noise coming from the rear-left wheel.
The faster the wheel turned, the faster and louder the noise became.
I immediately slowed down to walking speed because I was already close to home. Then there was a massive bang, almost like an explosion, and the rear wheel suddenly locked up.
This is what we found afterward.
A piece of metal, possibly a steel rod, pipe, or something similar, had apparently become trapped between the wheel and the suspension/brake area. As the wheel kept rotating, it carved into the inside of the alloy rim until the rim was literally ripped open.
The tire was completely destroyed as well.
I had genuinely never considered that an object picked up from the road could get lodged in exactly the wrong place and effectively machine its way through an alloy wheel from the inside. The head of the Toyota assistance said he never saw anything like that in 40 years working as a mechanician.

Managing greed. This is what Souls taught me. Or at least, tried to teach me.
And this image sums it up: Sister Friede is one of the most challenging and rewarding fights I’ve ever experienced in a Souls game. But how many times have I been a hair’s breadth away from beating her? Only Gwyn knows.
It’s always the same: you manage the entire fight in the best possible way, maintaining the perfect distance, parrying when needed, and breezing through the first two phases with a double-digit number of Estus Flasks remaining. And YOU KNOW IT: this is your moment.
How can you lose a fight with 10 flasks left while being that focused?
The first part of the third phase goes just like the rest of the fight: roll at the right moment, land a single hit (or, if you’re lucky, a backstab) and then step away.
And then you reach that moment when you see the last sliver of her health bar. This is it.
The moment when you completely forget how to attack, manage your stamina, maintain your distance, or time your rolls. You just want THAT final swing of your +10 Claymore.
But your stamina doesn’t agree with you, and there you are, stuck like a pigeon that has wandered into a peregrine falcon’s nest, about to get eaten. I’ve just watched that video 🤣 Sorry for the reference if you haven’t.
And she eats you. In a fraction of a second.
Then I finally managed to beat her by keeping my greed in my pocket.
Every time I face this kind of challenging boss, I reduce my need to “finish things quickly” a little more. And that calmness has carried over into the real world, where patience is needed for far more important things: reducing tension during family discussions, keeping your anger inside when your toddlers behave in ways that would make even the Pope lose his mind, and maintaining self-control when clients go rogue.
So, what did Souls teach you?
I just hope no one answers, “Running around my village with a Claymore, killing random people.” 🤣

Just wondering what I should do.

Un paio di settimane fa vi avevo condiviso la sfiga allucinante del cerchione rotto in questa discussione: https://www.reddit.com/r/ItalyMotori/s/GwQNzTRBVv
Oggi sono andato a recuperare la macchina con l’altro treno di cerchioni montato e un paio di gomme estive nuove.
Il capo officina, che ha svariati capelli bianchi, mi ha detto che in vita sua non ha mai visto niente di simile. Hanno trovato dei pezzi di ferro nel cerchione che non erano compatibili con il materiale del cerchione stesso.
Ipotizzano che si sia infilata una barra di ferro dentro alla gomma e piantata in qualche modo nella lega col peso e il moto della macchina, lacerandolo completamente.
È andata bene, tutto sommato, visto che avrebbe potuto fare molti, molti più danni.

I’m a bit nervous.

Grazie ad ACI, in questi giorni senza macchina, ho preso questa Opel Frontera da Locauto.
Tralasciando quanto pessima sia sotto molteplici aspetti, quello che più mi ha colpito è il design del sedile: c’è una striscia centrale completamente ribassata, scomoda come poche, che separa le due fasce che dovrebbero sostenere i glutei. Peccato che questa striscia di puro design estetico sia larghissima e risulti scomoda veramente da fare schifo.
Possibile che i “designer” non testino mai i troiai che si inventano?
Qual è la cosa peggiore che avete trovato in una macchina?

Auris Touring Sport del 2014, 177000km, tenuta un gioiellino.
Sabato sera tornando con i bimbi a bordo verso casa, a 30km/h inizio a sentire un fortissimo rumore metallico dalla posteriore sinistra.
Rallento a passo d’uomo, ero vicino a casa. Ad un certo punto sento un’esplosione. Letterale. E blocco della ruota posteriore sx.
Lì per lì penso al cuscinetto o al semiasse, al buio non si vedeva nulla. Mia moglie era con l’altra auto, quindi siamo tornati a casa. L’indomani, con la luce, ho realizzato che si era letteralmente lacerato il cerchione.
Avevo fatto il tagliando con dischi e pastiglie posteriori un mese prima, e messo i cerchioni con gomme estive intorno a fine aprile.
Guido sempre pacato, faccio attenzione alle buche e… mi vengono i brividi pensando che il giorno prima siamo tornati dal mare facendo 350km di notte in A14 e A1. Se accadeva una roba simile a 110/120kmh?
Come ci si può tutelare? Non credo sia possibile, va a culo… pareri?
Mai vista né sentita una roba simile.

Why are the Frecce Tricolori considered among the best aerobatic teams in the world?

Because, with all due respect to everyone else, when Italy decides to put something in the sky, it does not simply make it fly, it makes it elegant, emotional, dramatic in the right places and somehow perfectly choreographed, as if even aerodynamics had been asked to dress properly for the occasion.

The Frecce Tricolori are not just a display team, they are a very Italian way of reminding the world that precision can have style, discipline can have soul and even a military formation can look like it has been directed by someone who cares deeply about timing, beauty and the final applause.

Of course, other countries have excellent pilots, extraordinary machines and very impressive manoeuvres, nobody is denying that, but then the Frecce arrive, draw the Italian flag across the sky with the confidence of someone arriving late to dinner but still making the best entrance in the room, and suddenly the whole thing becomes less of an air show and more of a national emotion with jet engines.

What makes them special is not only the technical difficulty, which is insane, or the courage, which is obvious, or the coordination, which is almost impossible to understand from the ground (I'm just wondering "how the fuck do you start doing that?), but the fact that they manage to make all of it feel natural, graceful and proudly Italian, as though flying in perfect formation at high speed were just another thing we decided to do beautifully after coffee.

So yes, they are among the best in the world because they combine skill, trust, discipline, engineering and spectacle, but also because they carry something that cannot really be measured in numbers, which is that unmistakable Italian ability to turn a display of excellence into a shared moment of pride, goosebumps and slightly unreasonable patriotism.

The sky is big enough for everyone, obviously.

But when the tricolore appears up there, let’s be honest, it does look better.
No ragebait at all. I just want to know what all of you think about the Frecce Tricolore and learn something about your national aerobatic team.

By the way, this is my own content, shot on iPhone 17Pro, while my daughter was pulling my leg telling me to look at the planes, during the Igea Marina Airshow on June 21st 2026.