Fun With Hydraulics 101: The Lowlowrider (or in Hawai’i, The Lolorider).
Even sporting gray primer, this 1959 Buick Electra rocks. The only way it could out-rock itself is if it were a convertible with a candy-apple red/flame-orange blend lacquer paint job with panther print upholstery. It’d get speeding tickets at a stoplight.
If we had an Official Bunkmobile, this pavement polisher could be it, but for now we’ll have to settle for the tuck-n-roll upholstery of the Rec Room couch.
[via with a h/t to Mr. Paul Revere.]
I really don’t know where to go with this… way too many things wrong. Now I’m all for custom automotive modifications, but this one shows no respect.
It looks like one of those monstrosities we used to cobble together with parts from unrelated Revelle model kits when we were bored kids stuck in the basement on a snow day, with Testor’s vapors dancing way too close to the furnace.
The only way I’d get into that clownmobile is if I were driving and had complete control over the hydraulics to make it leap and dive through a sea of bumper to bumper traffic while Charlie Estevez-Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and that ex-sports commentator… um… whatsisname Olberman, puked all over themselves in the back seats.
There’s just something righteous about that “What If” fantasy, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Yet, the question hovers: “Bunk, is that limosine a True Babe Magnet?”
Answer: Nah.
Yep. That’ll work. And no, I’m not mocking him in the least because he’s got one and I don’t. Meanwhile, I’ll man the shore battery.
[Found here.]
[Updated image with link to appropriate soundtrack.]
[Found here.]
Whoa. Look what we’ve got here. A gen-u-ine Babe Magnet owned by someone who doesn’t know how to park. After much deliberation here at TR HQ, the vote was split 6 to 5 in favor of awarding the coveted title of BM to this large scale version of a 12-year old’s customized Revelle model of a 1973 Chevy Impala ragtop. Pure efficient genius.
The question comes down to what type of person would drive such a PullMeOverNow car? A teenager would love it, but that’s unlikely due to the lack of moola factor, and someone in their 30s wouldn’t be seen standing next to it. Early twenties with some serious expendable cash is as good a guess as any.
Unlike the other Babe Magnets we’ve dissected here, we know who the owner of this Tupperware-lid-wheeled ear of corn is. Without cheating, try to guess what he does for a living and how much he makes. Leave your assessment in the comments. The answer with links is below the break. (more…)
Nothing like a little innocuous innuendo in a post title to generate a cheap and sleazy traffic spike.
Speaking of the classic “Hot Rod Lincoln,” here’s the version that was covered by Johnny Bond, that was covered by Roger Miller, that was covered by Commander Cody, that was covered by Asleep At The Wheel:
Charlie Ryan & the Timber Riders hit the charts on 9 May 1960 with “Hot Rod Lincoln” even though it was recorded in 1955. Unfortunately the videonazi bastards prevent embedding it here, so you gotta click to hear it.
From the Conspicuous Consumption Department, these beautiful custom automotive works of retro art are priced in the seven figure range. Knowing that, I couldn’t sleep at night if one of these penismobiles were parked in my garage, but it’s nice to know that someone can.
[More at Delahaye USA. Link found at Nurse M.'s place.]
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We’re all Fuldkommen Gak now.
