

Didn't know we hired a dude to cut the tree down...
Going with a dirt track theme for my sporty. Tires come soon...which means one more big fat burnout...maybe I'll post a video...stay tuned

In my mind...the coolest car at World of Wheels.


"Runs good and drives great"......no..not so much. We about drove the thing into a ditch because of shitty brakes and a steering wheel that wasn't bolted down. Whoever put the gear driver on the motor failed...cam shaft was floating. Damn near bought the thing..buuuut...dude wanted WAY too much for it.

My 1950 Ford Business Coupe. This car came with all the parts. Even the original flathead V8. Hoping to start on it soon.
My friend Shawn "Fro Daddy" Meockly introduced me to this band a few years ago. Every Time I Die is the name of the group. If you're into screamo bands, you must check them out.
This is what I found when I cleaned out the car...full pack of gum..nice
This nice weather is making me thirsty...

Weather is nice...time for some spring cleaning.



This dude did it all. Metal fabricator, painter, pinstriper, built guns and knifes. He didn't care about money or the fame, he did it for the love of it. "I make a point of staying right at the edge of poverty. I don't have a pair of pants without a hole in them, and the only pair of boots I have are on my feet. I don't mess around with unnecessary stuff, so I don't need much money. I believe it's meant to be that way. There's a 'struggle' you have to go through, and if you make a lot of money it doesn't make the 'struggle' go away. It just makes it more complicated. If you keep poor, the struggle is simple. " "If I had my way I'd be a gunsmith! I like to make things out of metal, because metal is forever. When you paint something, how long does it last? A few years, and then it's gone!" He even lived in that bus...in the rear was his living quarters..the rest of it was a machine shop...bluing tank, metal lathe..along with metal shavings, cigarette buts, and beer cans.
Time to learn.
Send me your personal photos of mullets you find out on the streets. I'll post them every monday.
Do yourself a favor and stop playing this song at the bars....it's a great song, but hearing it 3 million times in a night gets real lame.