when you’re an asshole scoutmaster, because:
- if you’ve got to rear end somebody…
Nothing says “ooh baby, I am ready to play” like a 1973 Mercury Colony Park. To be historically accurate, it needs a dash compass (to find your way home when you have no idea where you woke up), and a blanket in the wayback to buffer the metal cargo area and the vinyl seats when your getting busy with the swarms of hood rats that are inexorably drawn to this bastion of testosterone fueled manliness.
To be truthfully accurate, the blanket was actually for staying alive if the car broke down in the winter – not completely unheard of, once the grand “gasahol” experiment of 1978 fucked up its whole fuel system.Read more "Grandpa… bought a rubber"
1971 Mercury Montego MX wagon, owned forever by some now deaf dude from PaysonRead more "Best Torino Ever"
Barrett-Jackson Lot: 1247 – 1968 MERCURY COUGAR GT-E 427 2 DOOR COUPE Sold $181,500.00. I can think of a million things I said I would never do, that I would do to have this car.
The other 427? It’s at once too soon, yet cannot come soon enough.Read more "My Favorite 427"
do you wish you didn’t?Read more "Remember the 80s?"
or you’ll miss itRead more "Don’t blink"
It’s that or McGarrett is still trolling for Mormon hookers.Read more "Does Barry Manilow know you that you raid his wardrobe?"
Somewhere in the wasted haze of being 20 something, I decided that maybe shit jobs at the car wash and the BK lounge were not all that satisfying. Pod and OG were finishing college. Phid’s college career was as off the tracks as mine, but we had community college bullshit. His job at one restaurant […]Read more "Oh, Thank Heaven"