Power Engine Blaster Eng,
Bring that.
I dig this ride, a wild trip action mobile.
Way to make that action happen, kind of a high tech low tech kind of a deal.
My first car was a VM fastback, well, it was never actually mine, rather my parental spinners let me drive the unit.
The body was all shot, it was a lot of rust and bubbly rust under the paint, and I had the idea it would look batter if I tried to do some body work on it.
Here the word "try" must be kept in mind as I had no real clue as to how to go about such a thing.
But, I got some body putty and just kind of laid that action all over the place like big jug of peanut butter...
And once it hardened, it was very hard to sand, so I kind of just thought it might be a good idea to not worry about the sanding to much and just paint if black...
So, I got my friend "The Seen" over to my joint, and we popped some cold ones and set to work with some fat brushes and a bucket of barn paint -- kind of shiny black...
Anyway, we got most of it done, and that paint was taking a long time to dry, and it was in the fall, and leaves started falling on the car as we where in the driveway, or more accurately out by the driveway in this little island of grass between the gravel road and the drive way.
Well, the cold bottles all ran dry, and there was still a good bit of time left in the Jack bird day, so we loaded into the fast back, and set off to the Liquor store...
Now at some point along the way, we got all into this bunch of flies or bee, or Jack bird beetles that must have been hanging around by this big old dumpster hear the store.
I saw a few when we headed into the joint to hook up with some twelvers, but didn't give it a real thought, and once inside we ran into this curve who was a waitress next door...
As it were, next door was this sad little local joint called the Cantina -- yeah, and they didn't have a single mexican dish on the entire menu, just burgers and fries , and bratwurst, and these really bad frozen fish, that where actually really good if you had about a dozen beers as a warm up.
A few years later I actually worked there... It wasn't that bad a job...
Anyway, I can't remember her name, we caller her Humble Pony, or something like that... She dated one of the bartenders, and was in school to be an elementary teacher, I only point this out because it's been my experience that curves that go into that trade -- not dues, but women -- they really party when the spirit hits them...
So "The Seen" and I ended up going around the corner to the Cantina for a pair of pulls, and that lead to a fish dinner.
Regarding the fast back, next morning... Well, around noon the next day I went out to check if the paint had dried, and in fact it had...
What I'd not seen coming was that for some reason that only a supernatural Jack bird of creating might know was that all said garbage bugs apparently wanted to have their last big party action on dumpster planet to be all about moshing on my hood of my car -- slam dancing to a sticky death -- forever entombed in black barn paint.
Bring that.
This made the paint even duller, and that didn't really please me...
I thought about sanding it, but it was all to much... Which was good, as when I went round to the real of the car, I found this big fat handled paint push stuck to the back bumper... Seems I must have forgot it there when painting a few choice areas after the fish fry.
So, I left that brush there as well... Nice bit of ornamentation.
All that car action.
Durant "butter me a fine automobile" Hapke
