Living in the nest of survivor cars is its own reward: 1969 Mercury Marquis
It’s not a grail car, because I only rode in it once, and the highlight was not ludicrous speed, driving on the beach, or cruising campus for topless Western babes jumping in to sex me up. No, the highlight was being ordered to hop out and press the pedestrian button so the light would change faster. Yes, the true purpose of this
pussy magnet ego assuager was once again fulfilled in fine form.
Yay.Read more "Money is Wasted on the Rich"
No mullet, because he’s incognito, but the Marlboro and the Camaro with the tumor shaped J.C. Whitney hood scoop sort of gives it away.Read more "Kid Rock Jr."
Same as the old boss(es)Read more "Meet the new boss…"
OG Fred scoops me by spotting a new 2010 Camaro in (of all places) Kalamazoo Michigan. Two inescapable conclusions derive from this event: Kalamazoo is 2000 miles closer to the Camaro factory in Montreal OG Fred needs to get a camera phone or a point and shoot or something so I don’t have to “borrow” […]Read more "Why yes, they’re real"
Everything else fails. Man, were we stupid in in the 1980s. Few were immune from #Camarofail: Phid’s brother is partially excused because his Camaro was free. But, it was a Berlinetta, and not a Z or IROC, so he fails. I rented one a couple of times for fraternity banquets – base model, and I […]Read more "Kid Rock, Walmart, trailer parks and Ohio. MULLETS ROOL!!!"