Just the other night here in Miami, I saw a '90s Cadillac Seville covered in multicolored LEDs to the same effect as this truck. Very striking in the dark.
SAAAAAALUUUUUUUUUUUTE!*
The ONLY way this could be more awesome--and it's already awesome beyond awesome--would be to have the signal lights connected, so the right or left side would blink appropriately. That is the only possible addition I could think of.
I'm seeing more SUVs with lights decorating their roof racks. Battery-powered LED strings make it easy to set up. I might do it to our Freestyle to wow our kids (5 and 2).
This is the perfect thing for the oldsters, since you can always see them coming, and they're never embarrassed by forgetting to shut off their blinkers.
Funny how his last quote would play into the punchline, "No one expects the Christmas Truck!"
And this great 'Murrkin is absolutely right about how a pickem up truck ought to look.
The garage is great. The collection is great. But it'd really turn my crank to have his engines. Big ol' oil field stationary engines, some that are replacements with no chassis around them, big steamers, all of them. Put those on stands in the yard and every once in a while, just fire 'em up.
Some of the larger hit-and-miss engines blow a smoke ring when they fire.
Having seen his standup before he was 'known', this is December 1981, in the Hollywood Improv, I can say, even at the age of 11, I appreciated his humor.
It was blue, which didn't bother me, my younger sister, or my father, so it was all good. It caused him to miss a beat, though, which I'll remember forever.
No comedian expects a 9 year old girl to say, after having asked, "is this your dad...I'd better watch my language"
"Him? Fuck 'im."
We had a rule growing up, you can't use a word if you can't spell it. You should have seen our '67 FC Dodge passenger van after my sister practiced how to spell 'fuck' in the dirt.
At my most recent job, one of my co-workers arranged, through a friend of his, for us to go and see Jay's garage. There were maybe 15 of us total, and the fellow who oversee's the place treated us as if we were all close personal friends of Mr. Leno. Even those who work for Jay are class acts.
That day will forever remain on my top 5 list of "best days ever". We didn't get to meet the man himself, but the fact that he had no problem with a bunch of strange motorheads touring his automotive nirvana was all the grace he needed to show.
The only downer? Realizing that I picked the wrong profession with which to enjoy cars. And seeing that I am neither funny nor terribly smart, I will have to continue to live vicariously through good fellows like Jay Leno.
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The ONLY way this could be more awesome--and it's already awesome beyond awesome--would be to have the signal lights connected, so the right or left side would blink appropriately. That is the only possible addition I could think of.
*HeeHaw reference for all you young hipsters.
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45 min south of Detroit.
The bestest ever.
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maybe this link ?
[www.christmasinida.com]
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Funny how his last quote would play into the punchline, "No one expects the Christmas Truck!"
And this great 'Murrkin is absolutely right about how a pickem up truck ought to look.
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Psychotic Running Lamps.
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Some of the larger hit-and-miss engines blow a smoke ring when they fire.
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It was blue, which didn't bother me, my younger sister, or my father, so it was all good. It caused him to miss a beat, though, which I'll remember forever.
No comedian expects a 9 year old girl to say, after having asked, "is this your dad...I'd better watch my language"
"Him? Fuck 'im."
We had a rule growing up, you can't use a word if you can't spell it. You should have seen our '67 FC Dodge passenger van after my sister practiced how to spell 'fuck' in the dirt.
She was maybe six.
/had a unique childhood
12/08/09
That day will forever remain on my top 5 list of "best days ever". We didn't get to meet the man himself, but the fact that he had no problem with a bunch of strange motorheads touring his automotive nirvana was all the grace he needed to show.
The only downer? Realizing that I picked the wrong profession with which to enjoy cars. And seeing that I am neither funny nor terribly smart, I will have to continue to live vicariously through good fellows like Jay Leno.