Wholesale Discount Tank head for FRP pressure tank F8800-3_4 to Doha Factories
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We have an Absolutely Gorgeous 66 Ford Fairlane GT Clone has undergone complete rotisserie restoration-rust free body, underside is painted-no under coating, exterior is a “SHOW QUALITY” Burgundy Metallic – base coat clear coat wet sanded and wheeled slick has glass straight as an arrow, black GT decal along rocker, re-chromed front and rear bumpers, new door handles, new side view mirror, taillight bezels, grill, head lamp bezels and hood molding are original in excellent shape with exception of small ding on lower molding, windshield and back window stainless have been re-polished in excellent shape, new weather stripping and felts, new windshield – all other tinted glass is original in excellent shape.
New black bucket seat console GT interior, new carpet, new door panels, new headliner, new seat covers, new arm rest, custom floor mats, dash pad has been wrapped in leather, instrument cluster and dash trim in excellent shape, custom Lokar steering wheel, trio of gauges nicely mounted under dash, AM/FM/CD stereo nicely mounted in glove box (so dash did not have to be cut).
Under the hood we have a mild built 289, hypo heads with roller rockers, Edelbrock chrome durashine intake with Holley carb, aluminum valve covers and air cleaner with K & M filter, MSD ignition with billet distributor, Edelbrock aluminum high flow water pump, March serpentine pulley and billet bracket set with polished alternator, chrome power steering pump, heavy duty cooling radiator with shroud and 7 blade clutch fan, ceramic coated long tube headers into 2 1/2 inch exhaust out the back with chrome tips, C4 trans with shift kit, new front suspension (ball joints, bushings, springs, shocks and sway bar) with power steering, new rear springs and shocks, new fuel tank and sending unit.
This “COOL” Hot Rod sits on a set of American Racing Torque Thrust wheels 15×7 with BF Goodrich Touring TA’s 205/70/15 all around.
Factory jack and spare, custom car cover, also have a lot of paperwork to go with car.
Moby-Dick, by Herman Melville.
CHAPTER 40. Midnight, Forecastle.
HARPOONEERS AND SAILORS.
(FORESAIL RISES AND DISCOVERS THE WATCH STANDING, LOUNGING, LEANING, AND
LYING IN VARIOUS ATTITUDES, ALL SINGING IN CHORUS.)
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies!
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain!
Our captain’s commanded.–
1ST NANTUCKET SAILOR. Oh, boys, don’t be sentimental; it’s bad for the
digestion! Take a tonic, follow me! (SINGS, AND ALL FOLLOW)
Our captain stood upon the deck,
A spy-glass in his hand,
A viewing of those gallant whales
That blew at every strand.
Oh, your tubs in your boats, my boys,
And by your braces stand,
And we’ll have one of those fine whales,
Hand, boys, over hand!
So, be cheery, my lads! may your hearts never fail!
While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!
MATE’S VOICE FROM THE QUARTER-DECK. Eight bells there, forward!
2ND NANTUCKET SAILOR. Avast the chorus! Eight bells there! d’ye hear,
bell-boy? Strike the bell eight, thou Pip! thou blackling! and let me
call the watch. I’ve the sort of mouth for that–the hogshead mouth.
So, so, (THRUSTS HIS HEAD DOWN THE SCUTTLE,) Star-bo-l-e-e-n-s, a-h-o-y!
Eight bells there below! Tumble up!
DUTCH SAILOR. Grand snoozing to-night, maty; fat night for that. I
mark this in our old Mogul’s wine; it’s quite as deadening to some as
filliping to others. We sing; they sleep–aye, lie down there, like
ground-tier butts. At ‘em again! There, take this copper-pump, and hail
‘em through it. Tell ‘em to avast dreaming of their lasses. Tell ‘em
it’s the resurrection; they must kiss their last, and come to judgment.
That’s the way–THAT’S it; thy throat ain’t spoiled with eating
FRENCH SAILOR. Hist, boys! let’s have a jig or two before we ride to
anchor in Blanket Bay. What say ye? There comes the other watch. Stand
by all legs! Pip! little Pip! hurrah with your tambourine!
PIP. (SULKY AND SLEEPY) Don’t know where it is.
FRENCH SAILOR. Beat thy belly, then, and wag thy ears. Jig it, men,
I say; merry’s the word; hurrah! Damn me, won’t you dance? Form, now,
Indian-file, and gallop into the double-shuffle? Throw yourselves! Legs!
ICELAND SAILOR. I don’t like your floor, maty; it’s too springy to my
taste. I’m used to ice-floors. I’m sorry to throw cold water on the
subject; but excuse me.
MALTESE SAILOR. Me too; where’s your girls? Who but a fool would take
his left hand by his right, and say to himself, how d’ye do? Partners! I
must have partners!
SICILIAN SAILOR. Aye; girls and a green!–then I’ll hop with ye; yea,
LONG-ISLAND SAILOR. Well, well, ye sulkies, there’s plenty more of us.
Hoe corn when you may, say I. All legs go to harvest soon. Ah! here
comes the music; now for it!
AZORE SAILOR. (ASCENDING, AND PITCHING THE TAMBOURINE UP THE SCUTTLE.)
Here you are, Pip; and there’s the windlass-bitts; up you mount! Now,
boys! (THE HALF OF THEM DANCE TO THE TAMBOURINE; SOME GO BELOW; SOME
SLEEP OR LIE AMONG THE COILS OF RIGGING. OATHS A-PLENTY.)
AZORE SAILOR. (DANCING) Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it,
stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the jinglers!
PIP. Jinglers, you say?–there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so.
CHINA SAILOR. Rattle thy teeth, then, and pound away; make a pagoda of
FRENCH SAILOR. Merry-mad! Hold up thy hoop, Pip, till I jump through it!
Split jibs! tear yourselves!
TASHTEGO. (QUIETLY SMOKING) That’s a white man; he calls that fun:
humph! I save my sweat.
OLD MANX SAILOR. I wonder whether those jolly lads bethink them of what
they are dancing over. I’ll dance over your grave, I will–that’s
the bitterest threat of your night-women, that beat head-winds round
corners. O Christ! to think of the green navies and the green-skulled
crews! Well, well; belike the whole world’s a ball, as you scholars have
it; and so ’tis right to make one ballroom of it. Dance on, lads, you’re
young; I was once.
3D NANTUCKET SAILOR. Spell oh!–whew! this is worse than pulling after
whales in a calm–give us a whiff, Tash.
(THEY CEASE DANCING, AND GATHER IN CLUSTERS. MEANTIME THE SKY
DARKENS–THE WIND RISES.)
LASCAR SAILOR. By Brahma! boys, it’ll be douse sail soon. The sky-born,
high-tide Ganges turned to wind! Thou showest thy black brow, Seeva!
MALTESE SAILOR. (RECLINING AND SHAKING HIS CAP.) It’s the waves–the
snow’s caps turn to jig it now. They’ll shake their tassels soon. Now
would all the waves were women, then I’d go drown, and chassee with them
evermore! There’s naught so sweet on earth–heaven may not match
it!–as those swift glances of warm, wild bosoms in the dance, when the
over-arboring arms hide such ripe, bursting grapes.
SICILIAN SAILOR. (RECLINING.) Tell me not of it! Hark ye, lad–fleet
interlacings of the limbs–lithe swayings–coyings–flutterings! lip!
heart! hip! all graze: unceasing touch and go! not taste, observe ye,
else come satiety. Eh, Pagan? (NUDGING.
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