Yep. That’s a WTF Duck Sled for sure, and it’s a bonafide Babe Magnet. I want a fleet of ’em. [More photos here.]
Category: Babe Magnet
The Ultimate Spoiler
That’s Edsel’s a 1958 Aero Cabana. Really.
[Found here. More info here.]
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UPDATE: Just found some pictures of the Aero Cabana in all it’s open glory. Apparently its use wasn’t limited to the Edsel Citation, but it is still a rarity. Despite its aerodynamic form, the Aero Cabana never quite *ahem* took off.
THE AERO CABANA
Very little is known about this pop-up design, but not because it lacks merit. In the twenties and thirties, many of the tent and trailer manufacturers began building prototypes after hours in small backyard shops in hopes of developing a sound manufacturable product. The Aero Cabana relied on a small number of parts, which, once assembled, created an aerodynamic form that easily mounted to an automobile’s roof gutters. This early–fifties design preceded the well-known Volkswagen pop-up roof tent.
Images courtesy of Phil Noyes.
Bunkmobile Babe Magnet
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.
Hydraulic Dorkmobile Babe Magnet
[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.
VWMBZ
Subsubmarine
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.]
Deathmobile Babe Magnet
[Found here.]
Bug Babe Magnet
Hulkmobile Babe Magnet
Babe Magnet for a Johnson
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. Continue reading “Babe Magnet for a Johnson”
Tacky Raccoons 