Lower Your Workplace Computer's Property Values With Thrown-Rod Desktop Wallpaper
After officiating at 24 Hours of LeMons races for three years now, I’ve seen every possible style of escaped connecting rod. Through the oil pan, out the side of the block, out both sides of the block, engine internals ground into random metallic hash, you name it. There’s something weirdly beautiful about the sight of an engine that gave its all on the race track, and so I’ve photographed as many thrown-rod victims as possible. What to do with those photos? Why, make them into computer desktop wallpaper files, in all the most common monitor resolutions!
They’re free, and I’ve probably got the right size for your computer (unless you’re still running a 286 with CGA display). Just go here, pick your resolution, and right-click/save the images you want. If that’s not enough, you can also get some of my favorite Junkyard Finds images as wallpaper files here. Enjoy.
Murilee Martin is the pen name of Phil Greden, a writer who has lived in Minnesota, California, Georgia and (now) Colorado. He has toiled at copywriting, technical writing, junkmail writing, fiction writing and now automotive writing. He has owned many terrible vehicles and some good ones. He spends a great deal of time in self-service junkyards. These days, he writes for publications including Autoweek, Autoblog, Hagerty, The Truth About Cars and Capital One.
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wut no 2560x1600? Seriously speaking, several of the print hot rod and custom car magazines feature a blown up engine or part each month - and while a shattered Dart block and cnc-machined crank is far more expensive, your collection of aftermath images are no less impressive. My favorite is easily the VW JH with the drop light shining straight through.
In high school in the late 1950's I had an acquaintance who was into drag racing; he had a supercharged '57 Chevy coupe that he drove to school. Among his exploits were missing a shift in a borrowed MGA and having pistons meet valves. Another day, he walked past me in the school cafeteria and wordlessly handed me a piece of (presumably his Chevy's) piston top. 'Nuf said.