I love anything you can drive. But I love it even more if it has a small block Chevy or Ford motor, a turbo, four wheel drive, is a hatchback, or was made in the 80s. My ideal car would be a combination of all of these things, and I'm working on building a time machine so I can go back to the 80's and convince Chevy and Ford to collaborate on a twin-engine, single turbo 4x4 XR4Ti/Fox Mustang/Third Gen F-body and hide one in a mineshaft for me to recover in brand new condition. Look for a blog post about it just as soon as it happens. Or maybe it already did, and I've already posted about it in the future and the internet just needs to catch up with it.
Okay, my head hurts, never mind.
I spotted this on Saturday while I was driving around in Glendale. I’m not sure what this guy’s plan is really, but I like it. He saw me just as I took the picture but luckily I was driving the Jeep and when I gave him a thumbs up he just waved at me instead of telling me to get lost.
This year, for the two year anniversary of Generation-High Output, I want to do something special. I am going to tell you a story about me and my car that happened not too long ago.
It all started with a dream I had about walking out of Metrocenter and having trouble finding my car in the parking lot. Just as I was starting to panic- fearful that someone had stolen it, a hand reached out from behind me and held an ether-soaked rag over my mouth.
Usually, the type of people that drive around in alternative fuel vehicles emblazoned with decals bragging about what they are running on tend to lean a little bit towards the tin-foil hat wearing fringes of society.