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Well, after a rather lengthy deliberation between my wife, my insurance co, Suave, Croc and Hilda, a consensus was reached regarding a replacement for the Storker. Agreed on criteria was for something a bit under powered, a smidge overweight and cornered and handled like and ox cart. Here’s what they decided on . . . . . . . . . :ack: They said I should be thankful that I was still going to be driving a two seat roadster, and to look on the bright side; I was being upgraded to true knock-off wheels. :svengo:

Mike, Are you feeling ill? You actually wrote 'Stalker', inistead of 'Storker'. :jester:

Jerry, you nailed it; John Meyer.

Guess I’ll chime in. As a Stalker (a very broken Storker :jester: ) owner, I will be the first to admit that when I originally became interested in 7’s, I wanted the absolute best representation of the car that was available on the market; a Caterham (my personal opinion); I still fancy the sound of a high revving four in these cars…..they just go together. The Stalker, while I do love the car, will never rival a Cat—or a Birkin, for that matter—when it comes to cloning Chapman’s original design. In the end, the Stalker won out, not because of performance, but because the initial build cost was much less than the cost of a Cat, the build would be a relatively simple one and parts could be sourced on this side of the pond, often right in my own back yard so to speak. Prior to opting for the Stalker, I looked hard at Caterhams (even visited the Cat gurus in Colorado). I also made visits to TMW’s in Dallas as well as to Brian Anderson (WCM Ultralite). As far as fit and finish goes regarding a Stalker, It will always end up being an extension of the builder; these cars are like finger prints……no two are exactly the same. I've seen representations where the fit and finish was superb.....and I've seen the other end of the spectrum; beware. But, back to the original question of this thread; I too think it’s simply a very small market here in the U.S. There’s quite a bit more money to be made feeding the HP hungry appetites of power junkies here in the States. Personally, I would love to see someone on this side of the world create and make available (at a reasonable price) a 7 replica that rivals the original design and could compete in fit and finish with a Cat or a Birkin. If what I've written here seems choppy and somewhatoff base, just keep in mind that I'm medicated, in a back brace with fourbroken vertebrae and am still wondering what the future hold for my brokenStorker . . . . . . . . :cheers:

Hey Mike, Better late to the party than not at all! Good to hear from you! As a matter of fact, I am quite well-versed in those procedures - one is called kyphoplasty and the other is vertebralplasty. And yes, when the patient is a candidate, they are great procedures! Glad to hear they worked on your father-in-law. Unfortunately, those are not an option for me due to the severity of one of my vertebrae. We're just gonna have to do some good ole' fashioned healin' here! :cheers:

That would work as long as Seb is doing the passing, but imagine the confusion during a point-by. :ack:

Some of the pieces are missing.........doesn't weigh as much as it did. Drag however.........well, that's whole other issue. :jester:

Seb, When I was researching front wing ideas for my Storker (which I'll be revisiting again in the near future now that Mother Earth has removed a large part of it :jester: ) I ran across a few photos or cars with whiskers installed. Some are obvious in the phots, some are not. Regarless, these may give you an idea on how to mount a pair to your car. :cheers:

Paul, I have very little control over Suave's actions. Be on alert for storks posing as Tupperware salesmen and bearing gifts from afar.

Thanks, Steve. Feeling better already. Spoke to Hilda; said she was paying Dundee a surprise visit.........and when she left, she was spouting some rhetoric in German about driving up there in a high-powered Porker and bringing him one very ‘pissed off cat’. :smilielol5: As for Paul, Suave said he’d take care of it. Said he knows some people up north that owe him few favors. Looks like Diaper Dude had a few underground connections before he was commissioned as a representative for saving the young and restless from severe cases of hiney rash. :jester: . . . . . . . . . :lurk:

Well..........I can see there is no winning here for me. I'm taking more meds and going back to bed. :nopity:

Oh.........didn't think I'd catch that, did ya'? :toetap05:

PAUL!!!!!!!!!! What are you doing???????...........I really need you my corner! :ack:

Man!!!!!!! Where's the love when you need it? . . . . . . . . :svengo:

So, did Clarkson 'cream' the producer or 'un-blacken' him?

Hey, Bob, Thanks for asking. I'm 'hanging' in there. The doc released me yesterday for administrative duties, so for now, I’m flying a desk. But that’s okay, lots to do to keep me busy and in the ‘aviation’ groove. As for pain, it’s manageable with meds and I’m only taking them as needed.

jevs, Very impressive! :cheers:

Thanks for sharing. :cheers:

A ragged, old derelict shuffled into a down and dirty bar. Stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window and handed it to the bartender. "I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was an F-4 driver, flying off carriers back in 'Nam; but when they retired the Phantom all the thrill was gone, and soon they cashed me in as well. I learned to play the piano at O-Club happy hours, so here I am." The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had a piano player and business was falling off. So, why not give him a try? The seedy old pilot staggered his way over to the piano while several patrons snickered. By the time he was into his third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of soaring music unlike anything heard in the bar before. When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place. The bartender took the old fighter pilot a beer and asked him the name of the song he had just played. It's called, "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going Balls To The Wall For You" he said. After a long pull from the beer, leaving it empty, he said, "I wrote it myself." The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but the piano player just went on into a knee-slapping, hand-clapping bit of ragtime that had the place jumping. After he finished, the fighter pilot acknowledged the applause, downed a second proffered mug, and told the crowd the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner Light. I wrote it myself. He then launched into another mesmerizing song and everyone in the room was enthralled. He announced that it was the latest rendition of his song, "Spread 'em Baby, It's Foggy Out Tonight and I Need To See The Centerline" I wrote it myself. He excused himself and headed for the john. When he came out the bartender went over to him and said, "Hey fly boy, the job is yours, but do you know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?" "Know it?" the old fighter pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!" :cheers:

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Duane, I'm not quite sure how to respond here; I cannot, for a moment, even pretend to be able to relate to what you are going through. For what it's worth, I am deeply sorry that you are having to endure this situation. I wish you well in the future and I do hope that you will stay plugged in with the forum. To you, Duane.......:cheers: Shane

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I'll take meds and settle down.........maybe Hilda has the cat. :jester:

Oh sure........go ahead........hit a man while he's flat on his back. :deadhorse: Paul........better stay in my corner; this may get ugly. :boxing: I'm wheeling out to the shop; time to design a cage for my fancy hospital bed. :smash: Now where in the hell did that cat run off to? :jester: