It's funny to us that one of the more enduring things associated with Charles Bukowski is his old Volkswagen Beetle, given the man's extra-manly reputation. This is not a photograph of his dash, but rather a 200mph speedo that a Herbie replica aficionado installed in his own '64. Then again, if we had Buk's Beetle, we'd likely splurge on a 200mph speed-gauge ourselves, while leaving everything else intact. Somehow, we think the erstwhile Hank Chinaski would appreciate the irony. Also, Minuteman, fIREHOSEr, newest Stooge and San Pedro's ambassador to the world, Mike Watt, just interviewed Linda, Bukowski's widow. Totally worth a read. – Davey G. Johnson

mike watt talks w/linda bukowski for mean magazine [Mike Watt's Hoot Page]

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On the occasion of the day after D. Boon's birthday, and having had all manner of fuel scents drift in from the harbor over the last few days, we started wondering why what we yanks call "gasoline" has so many names around the world. The Germans refer to it as "Benzin," based on the fuel's benzene quotient. The Italians have been known to sell cars, such as the 308 GT4, in North America with a "benzina" gauge to measure the amount of fuel in the tank. And of course, the Brits, their former subordinates and Americans with a penchant for affectation refer to gasoline as "petrol." Which one is coolest? Watch the Minutemen play "Jesus and Tequila" out on San Pedro Bay while you decide. Godspeed, D. – Davey G. Johnson

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Gasoline [Wikipedia]; Mike Watt's Hoot Page

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Maybe, just maybe, if Toyota had introduced the Picnic on these shores... Maybe just maybe, if they had introduced the Picnic on these shores twelve years earlier... And maybe, just maybe, if D. Boon had been riding in one instead of sleeping in the back of a van on a fateful December night in Arizona back in '85... Well then, maybe, just maybe, D. Boon would still be alive today. Realizing this, after the Picnic's discontinuation in 2001, Toyota unit Daihatsu produced the Boon X4 in tribute, our badly-photochopped version of which was pronounced "a trip" by none other than Boon's old bandmate Mike Watt. Sure, a Boon ain't no Picnic, but really, what is? – Davey G. Johnson

Toyota Picnic (97-01) Review [Parker's, UK]

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We're blasting the Brawlers disk off Tom Waits's new audio triptych Orphans and we hear Tom cough out, "It's a big old Lincoln Continental with the suicide doors." Reflexively, instinctively, naturally we stabbed the go-pedal of this week's Dodge Nitro (super review potential — wait for it), causing the 4.0L V6 to burst into life. And we started thinking. Driving music matters. Fine, if you are rich enough to listen to the "mellifluousness symphony" of an F430's V8, have at it. But for most of the people most of the time, a great album is what gets you through the long haul. Furthermore, in the age of iPod, albums are beginning to go the way of the straight eight. Everything is shuffle-this and Jack FM-that. Obviously, we had to rush right home and via the power of teh internets register our complaint throughout the world in the form of a list. And yes, we hope we're dating ourselves with these choices. Jump for the list.

#10
Beastie Boys: Paul's Boutique
Not only their best album, but more importantly their best driving album. Unlike Check Your Head (their last good album) the songs here on Paul's flow into, compliment and build upon one another. Thinking about it now, this album's insane use of samples is probably responsible for our generation's iPod ADD shuffle syndrome. So be it. Plus we know every line to every song six-ways till Saturday. And it, along with As Nasty as They Wanna Be from 2 Live Crew, was our first ever CD purchase.
Standout Track: High Planes Drifter
Hidden Gem: Buried deep within the epic twelve and a half minute B-Boy Bouillabaisse is the ultra-fantastic acid-trip Year and a Day. It rules.

#9
Chokebore: Anything Near Water
We're sort of rue to include Anything Near Water on this list because we once rocked a party and the singer showed up with Mila Jovovich. Guys, she was so hot that we could see her aura. It, like, it, just... wow. Yes, our jealousy and pettiness is that strong. Still, this is a triple-fantastic album and has gotten us from Southern to Northern California and back again many, many times.
Standout Track: Wash (You Glow) / Dust (Tie)
Hidden Gem: Lemonade | Best song about jerking off ever. "I just beat my loneliness away/It helped me for a minute or two."

#8
The Atomic Bitchwax: Atomic Bitchwax
Call it Stoner Rock, call it Doom Metal or call it derivative — we just don't care. This is a walloping gut-punch of an album that will get you through that last hundred miles in sixty minutes. Every song is killer and the thumb-on-the-tape fuzzy-drums trick simply rules.
Standout Track: The first song is an ass-kicker. And it's called...Stork Theme... for some reason.
Hidden Gem: Hey Alright | Of course the riffs rock, but pay special attention to the lyrics. Tee hee hee.

#7
Rancid: self-titled (1993)
Yeah, yeah, mall-punk de jour, we hear you. However, this first record was before the dreadful Lars joined the band. Which meant that not only did Matt get to sing, but he got to go batshit on the bass. We love that. From the opening plea of, "Let's Go!" this record never lets up and never relents until "Get, get out of my way!" is forcing you to uncontrollably flash your brights. Few records make midnight runs so full of fist-pumping and plain old fun.
Standout Track: Rats in the Hallway
Hidden Gem: Whirlwind | Who knew a man who calls himself Lint could be such a good lyricist? "When the factory shut down so did the place he lived. Blood money for junk bonds by a white collar fugitive. All those tax free incentives, ain't going to help him now. Four generations of job security have gone out like the horse and plow." Cry for me, UAW.

#6
Mule: self-titled
Maybe we should stick this one higher? For those who don't know, Mule was the amazing PW Long (working under the nom de guerre of P-Bone) and the rhythm section from Detroit's own Laughing Hyenas. Tennessee meets Motown in a big, angry hurry. Like any memorable car, the whole is greater than the individual parts. Mule put a record out after this one called If I Don't Six, but without the great Jim Kimball on drums, it just wasn't the same.
Standout Track: Mississippi Breaks
Hidden Gem: Now I truly Understand | Just a beautiful, beautiful song.

#5
Opeth: Deliverance
Let's be clear; all Opeth shreds as driving tunage. But, even though we know Still Life and Ghost Reveries are better records, this one sounds and feels better in a car. And of course, Martin Lopez is the third arm of God.
Standout Track: Deliverance
Hidden Gem: Last four minutes of Deliverance

#4
Minutemen: Double Nickels on the Dime
And Davey picks his jaw up off the floor. Not their best record (if you don't love The Punch Line then you hate art) but by far their best driving record. Never mind the 43 songs (yes, 43!), the title is a straight up dis on Sammy Hagar. Sure, Cabo-Wabo boy makes some fine tequila and owns some bad-ass rides but his hair is ridiculous and his music sucks. More importantly, Double Nickels rules in a way that most albums can only dream of. Twenty-two years on, D Boon's death still tears us up.
Standout Track: This Ain't No Picnic
Hidden Gem: Storm Inside My House | World's first Emo tune says us. "If I could I surely would give my life to you. So you could have two — take me in your arms and lie to me." So, so sad.
Special AC Schnitzer Memorial Nose Job Track: History Lesson Part II | Cause me and Davey are corndogs. And we like to pogo.

#3
Tom Waits: Bone Machine
Not only Tom's best record, but his most innovative, too. And his best for just getting behind the wheel and straight going for it. A favorite of ours since we first got our license. Keeps getting better, too. Besides, what other album features both Les Claypool and Keith Richards? That's what we thought.
Standout Track: Going Out West | Sure, it's mojo was stolen a little bit by Fincher's decision to feature it in Fight Club, but the kids who call themselves "Tyler Durden" on myspace can't diminish the epic awesomeness of this ditty. May we call it Bruce? "Gonna drive all night, take some speed/waiting for the sun to shine down on me. I cut a whole in my roof the shape of a heart/And I'm going out west where they appreciate me." Indeed.
Hidden Gem: Jesus Gonna Be Here

#2
NoMeansNo: The Day Everything Became Isolated and Destroyed
Really two albums in one, and not their best work (though some would argue different). In keeping with the theme, however, we must note that this record sizzles on road trips. Maybe it's the rollercoaster-ness of it all, the brutal hardcore fury of Dead Souls back to back with the detached nihilism of Forget Your Life that keeps you awake and focused on the road. Maybe it's the magic of Brother Rat slipping into What Slayde Says. Really, it doesn't matter why. because like all things NoMeansNo, this record is much more than just sonic no-doze. It's much more than all the other records you own. Yeah, you. And, like Victory — hello?
Standout Track: Small Parts Isolated and Destroyed | "Hey guys, what do you say for track 9 we reinvent rock music? Cool?" A more original song has yet to be written.
Hidden Gem: Real Love | Careful with this one as you might just drive off the road screaming.

#1
fIREHOSE: Flyin' the Flannel
Two Mike Watt records in the Top 5? Sure, for which musician has driven back and forth across the country more than Watt? And we mean driven. As in behind the wheel. Not sitting in the back of some tour bus like a bogus toadie. No, Watt is quite literally the man in the van (w/a bass in his hand). Check out the following anecdote.

One of our biggest moments in life was our old band "sharing the stage" with fIREHOSE one month out of high school at the now defunct Anaconda in Goleta. This was happening on the last night of their "48-State Cuda-Bake Tour," where they played 70 shows in 73 days across 48 states (and parts of Canada). We sorta new the other opening band Blackbird (Tony and Chip Kinman from the Dills!!) and since we were (maybe) 18, they bought us beer and pizza (and stole our dope). fIREHOSE was supposed to meet them (and by proxy, us) for some chow pre-gig, but they never made it. Why? The van ran out of brakes and Watt and the great George Hurley put new pads on just hours before playing. Fuck Aerosmith. Even Bumbeck can get behind this record.

As far as the Flyin' the Flannel's driving credentials go, I was coming down from the worst acid-trip of my life and this came on the CD changer. I shut my eyes and could see nothing but a Semi-truck racing at top speed around an oval. Yeah, it's like that.
Standout Track: Flyin' the Flannel
Hidden Gem: Lost Colors

We know most of you either hate every record just picked, or have no clue what we're going on about. So, get to it. All your lists are belong to the Jalopnik. – Jonny LIeberman

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And then it it all comes full circle... There's little we enjoy more than reading Watt's (increasingly) unique Pedro-speak concerning all things that exist in the form of Watt. But, given the "energy diversity" that all the big carmakers are struggling to achieve, well, this is time and place appropriate to us car-blogging types. As the Stooge's Icelandic tour driver explains;

"on our way out of reykjavik we saw the first hydrogen fuel station in the world. the icelandic government along with daimler chrystler, the eu, reykjavik city and more have the past three or four years been trying hydrogen driven city busses in hopes to be able to have the whole bus fleet in reykjavik hydrogen driven by the year 2027 (i think it was)."

A little bit of google-action confirms Mikko's spiel. DCX is (re)fueling select Sprinter vans and city buses with "the ultimate fuel." While not news, it is new to us. Of course, us being us, we're just as amazed that Iggy Pop lives in Miami. – Jonny LIeberman

iggy pop + the stooges | in iceland and europe | may to june 2006 [Hoot Page]

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We really thought the Loverman would nail this one, but apparently, commenter ParanoidAndroid07's taste in experimental rock ranges beyond mopey Brit-types and into at-all-costs San Pedro corndogs obsessed with politics, poetry and brevity. Here's the winning comment: "Because it is the Daihatsu Boon and has a D on it. D Boon." Now, Android, all you have to do is find David Johansen, tell him that you heard he was looking for a kiss and that Jalopnik sent you. Good job, son. As Lance Hahn of J Church once sung, "It's my turn to play a tape. I feel like hearing the Minutemen. 'Cause everything old is new again."

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Is this a Burberry cross-promo car, or is Mercedes planning to give Mike Watt a free car so he can save gas money by not solely feeding his E-350's V10? We're hoping it's the latter. We wanna see this ridiculous thing around Pedro. [Spotted by reader Al in the Mercedes-Benz parking lot.]

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The prodigal West Coast blogger has returned after a week of Ann Arbor-outsourcing his posts to the the highly capable Mike Austin, whose deftness with a Bloom County reference knows fewer bounds than y'all could ever understand. I got lots of rest, drank plenty of fluids, and am back to proclaim May Day for all working men by um, er, working. And well, since Reverend Dave seems to have gone YouTube-loopy in my absence, one more vid can't hurt. So here's "King of the Hill" by the Minutemen, a big "Hey ho!" from San Pedro, and well, possibly the best rock video of the 1980s.

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Look, I' ll admit it, punk legend Mike Watt and his brand of Pedro-Speak have been a part of this site since the day I came aboard. Plus, like Watt, I' m a sucker for old California maritime towns. Combine that with my desire to have a garage, hardwood floors and not live in the ghetto for under a grand a month in a location that was roughly central — and by the the water — in a sprawling megalopolis, and well, Pedro, man. Pee-droh!

Plus, the Minutemen are probably in the top ten of my subliminal influences, and the way they conducted themselves places them easily in my top ten of overt influences. So it was only natural that our first "Celebrity Struggle Buggies" piece would be on Mike Watt and his van. Very nearly a year ago, Watt retired his old boat, a ' 90 351W-powered E-250 and picked up an '05 E-350 with a Triton V-10. As Watt' s been busy this year touring on bass with the Stooges (The goddamn freakin' Stooges, people!), he's yet to set sail in his latest craft on an extended Watt-band cruise.

The Old Boat.

So besides cruising around, smoking cigarettes and listening to random radio shows, what does Mike Watt, humble man, spieler of spiels, carrier of the torch for the mighty d. boon and San Pedro' s most famous living resident (side note, boon and Charles Bukowski are buried in the same cemetery), do with his van? Well, he uses it as an amphibious assault craft, of sorts. In the back resides Zaby, Watt's beloved kayak. (And yes, Farago, the Pynchon reference was lost on me until Watt explained it back off, you overeducated battery-licker, you!) In fact, this week, he' s putting together the shelf that' ll hold the band' s gear while still allowing space for Zaby up top. It s a rock 'n' roll tour van. It' s a facilitator for aquatic recreation. Take that, Pontiac Aztek.

Kayak a nonstandard, non-dealer-installed option.

Otherwise, the van' s amenities are sparse — crank windows, a 2/3-full ashtray, a just-installed backseat ahead of the cargo area and custom yak decals. As Watt points out, you don' t want anything too flashy or that spells out "band, " because it becomes a target for theft. And besides, I don 't know if there' s really anything more befitting Watt than a white van festooned with monochromatic yaks. Watt makes some stickers that he sells to benefit Doctors Without Borders with a picture of d. boon that reads, " Punk is whatever we made it to be. ' In Watt' s hands, a simple white Ford van becomes a quirky little work of art with a personality all its own.

by Davey G. Johnson

Mike Watt s Hoot Page