Attitude Adjustment

Some fuck smashed a window out of the truck last night.
They really wanted the cheapest stereo I could find, I guess.
Tore up the dash to get it.

The replacement for the damned broken sun-visor cost more than the stereo, for perspective.

This is the fourth or fifth time somebody has hit the truck.
What is it about fifteen year old pick ups that would attract theives?


So, I may make a stereo delete plate for the dash.
Or perhaps a big gaping whole with wires hanging out will convey the message that there is not much worth swiping in the truck.


Fuckers...


I could use some Attitude Adjustment.

Fremont Friday

Bill Mitchell's Rivi

There is a general love-fest for Buick Riviera's over at the Jalopy Journal...

Rightly so.
The Riviera just might be the highest watermark left by GM.

Bill Mitchell was, by accounts, inspired by euro luxury and performance touring cars. He took the sharpest automotive designers on a trek through his visions.

Of course, there are concessions when one transitions from the design process to the production process. Vision and practicality collide.

The Riviera that anybody could buy (for a pricey $5000 in 1963 money) was a beautiful design.

But it is not what we see here.
That is Bill Mitchell's Riviera.
He bought one new, off the line, and had it customized to his vision of what it should be.



Here is a stocker for comparison.

Mitchell's gets a revised grill, slight chop with the windshield layed back, more pronounced scoopy things and maybe is just slightly more pointly in the hood fender lines.


It is interesting to see what the visionary would change in their own work, for their own eyes...

Great Snake

Yeah, my snake is pretty great...



I have no idea what this is.
I found it when I was writing the bit about giant snakes.

I sense that you are not as excited about the future full of giant snakes, in the same way that I am.

Beads, Booze & Boobs

Hey, it is Fat Tuesday.

Mardi Gras.

I don't really know what that means.
Something about Ash Wednesday, the last day of partying before Lent or something?






I know it involves amateur drinkers over-consuming.
Beads buy breast exposure.

There are parades, I guess to get the boobs and the beads together in one place.

Doesn't it seem really American?

A total escapist event from our usual miserable ways.
Parades, we love parades.
Plus excess and naughtiness.
We'll be awful, and church it away tomorrow.



There seems to be less Fat Tuesday frivolity, this year.
Do we skip Mardi Gras when there is a whopping global economic meltdown and failing reconstruction of New Orleans?

Is indulgence in poor form, in these tough economic times.

All reports indicate that we are drinking more, already, with the downturn.
Shiny plastic beads are cheap.
Nearly half of us have boobs.

Sort it out people.

Wall of Death with Lion

It's been a while since we have had any wall of death action here.
Bonus today, lion added for excitement.

History

Sonic Youth?

Have I really gone this long without posting up a Sonic Youth track?

Fremont Friday

Fremont is all strip malls and shitty stucco houses these days.

All in the name of progress, I guess.

Hey there Scout

Indian Scout scoot, built for going fast in one direction.

Coolness to the Nth degree.

Great Moments in Television

Crap, BJ and The Bear was awesome television!

I absolutely loved this show.

Greg Evigan stars as B. J. (Billie Joe) McKay, a professional freelance itinerant trucker who traveled the country's highways in a red and white Kenworth K-100 cab over semi truck with his pet chimpanzee, Bear (named for Bear Bryant, the famed college football coach; this explains the chimp's choice of headwear). He was constantly harassed by Sheriff Elroy P. Lobo (Claude Akins, who eventually spun off onto his own show, The Misadventures of Sheriff Lobo). Ben Cooper appeared in an episode of B.J. and the Bear and continued his "Waverly" character in The Misadventures of Sheriff Lobo.

In 1981, when the show returned from hiatus, B.J. had settled down to run Bear Enterprises, a trucking company based in Los Angeles. His nemesis was Rutherford T. Grant (Murray Hamilton), the corrupt head of the state's Special Crimes Action Team, who was a silent partner in a competing trucking company. Because of Grant's harassment, B.J. was unable to hire experienced truckers, and he was forced to hire several beautiful young female truckers, including Grant's daughter Cindy (Sherilyn Wolter), and another busty blonde nicknamed "Stacks" (Judy Landers).

What is not to love, huh?

A cool young trucker, with a pet monkey, travelling the highways and byways, meeting hot chicks and solving mysteries - that is about all you need for a great television series right there.

If you can think of anything that would add to that (excluding stunt aircraft or aliens), well, you just let me know.


Somehow, the world could only absorb three seasons/forty eight episodes of this genius.
We are a lesser civilization for that.

Block quote borrowed from Wikipedia...