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.
Not much needs to be said about this, really. He pretty much jumps right into it.
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.
A decade ago, this exact car was probably cruising near AMC 30. These days it’s been demoted to Glendale 9 Drive-In duty.
Okay, I hate to Jerry Seinfeld you here, but seriously- what’s the deal with the people who think they’re witches/wizards/warlocks/pagemasters…etc?
Seriously. This is just plain bad ass. It makes me want to buy a Ranchero just so I could put this on it. I love anything with flat rear glass, and since I will more than likely never go through the trouble to import an XB Falcon or save up the cash for a Mach 1, this would probably be the closest I would ever get to being able to set drinks on my back window rear hatch.
