That which is lost is sometimes found...again...

As most of you know, I like cars! Ok, maybe I'll even go as far as saying I'm obsessed with the automobile.

What does the perfect call look like?

This is the car of my dreams, yes one of many I know, but for this post this is the car. It's more than a car, it's a piece of art that just happens to have the sweetest exhaust note that you have ever heard.

I know from talking to the builder and owner of the automobile that it would cost north of $175.000 to build this type of art work.

Please note that the grab bar for the passenger is also the AC vent. How cool is that?

The best part of this art work is the fact that you can drive and enjoy this on the streets.

Also please take note of the fact that there is no windscreen post or trim around the glass. The windscreen is a stock glass that has been layed back 4 degrees and molded into the Fiberglas to create a very nice illusion of speed while the auto is just sitting there......

SEMA is not a place where Woodchucks should be allowed to run free.

Comments

Anonymous said…

What color did you order?

DG

9:25 PM

WickedHamster said…

By strange coincidence, I was watching the history of Ferrari on the History Channel this morning, and thought that developing my own Grand Prix racing team might be a good way to spread the message of Hamster Cosmic Government to the right kind of people. I was going to ask you, as Imperial Hamster Minister, to come up with some proposals. Please look into this as time permits.

--by Decree of The Hamster

8:53 AM

volvomom said…

OK, Woodchuck. The day he's in the seat of a Volvo is the day I start to salvate...

9:31 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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