Category Archives: Kewel!

More pics from Saturday’s Hot Rod-A-Rama I do love flatheads, though just for cruising I also love tri-power (correction: Six-Packed) OHV mills Though I could have done without the neon accent colors, the rest of this car was gorgeous Just about the … Continue reading →

Alternate post title: Feels like an episode of Perry Mason All this week I’ll be posting pics from the most excellent Mischief Maker’s Hot Rod-A-Rama I attended this weekend. I have, waay too many pics to post but I’ll get to as … Continue reading →

That was me yesterday at The Mischief Makers’ Hot Rod-A-Rama, when I thought I saw our good man Rivrdog wandering through the crowd. “What the hell is he doing up here from Portland?” I though to myself. Later, when the … Continue reading →

There is only one thing I loved more than gaining my freedom from the Soviets, and that was John Thomas Booty. When he would come to Prauge to visit me, he always knew the perfect gift to bring, even when it was … Continue reading →

I’m gone. Here. If’n you’re local, be there or be square.

The past couple weeks selections have gotten actual responses, and seems to be therapeutic for some. So we’ll keep that ball rolling. Metallica – Stone Cold Crazy When Metallica covers Queen, you know it has to be good. In fact, … Continue reading →

John Thomas Booty was a man among men. He was my superman, knowing how to charm this frau while never taking his eyes off tommorrow. His visits while short, were always memorable. He had a power that could make women wish … Continue reading →

Yep, no particular reason. OK, maybe worked sucked again. Problem Child – AC/DC My pain is your gain.

If it works, set me up, bubba. A breakthrough technology developed by three engineering lads in Wales could hold the key to converting carbon emissions into beneficial substances such as biodiesel, methane gas, and fertilizer. The cleverly-dubbed Greenbox was designed … Continue reading →

I am simply devastated by the passing of my lover, John Thomas Booty. He would visit me whenever I asked him to, and we would walk along the Seine and wander through Versailles until, always too early, he would have to … Continue reading →