You know what, I would argue that we need cars like this. Yes, it is a piece of crap. Yes, it is totally tasteless. Yes, no one in their right mind would voluntarily be caught dead in this thing. But for all the negatives that we have pointed out, perhaps there may yet be a positive to it all. Like the Bosozuku (sp?) cars in Japan, made to be garish eye-sores, what makes this little S10 so awful is precisely what makes it great. Certainly, it could have been done better (it is missing the Pep Boys plastichrome wheel covers, after all).
It is a bolt out of the blue. It is different, and it is damn proud of it. It is an honest-to-God way of separating the men from the boys; most guys create their cars so that other people will like them and compliment them. Most guys are also pussies. A real man doesn't give a flying f*ck what other people think of him. He is who he is, and if the world doesn't like it, the world can go get stuffed.
So you know what? Screw the grain. I like this thing. It's bold, it's brash, and it's an utter affront to society.
I raise my beer to you, Mr. Custom Wood S-10 Convertible Guy. This one's for you.
Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(Real men of Genius)
Today we salute you. Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy
(Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy!)
Wearing nothing but a wife beater, jeans, and flip-flops, the automobiles of the world are your canvas for coming up with custom automotive creations to piss off society and The Man.
(Smoke that medical marijuana!)
Sure there's downsides, vehicle customization laws, social stigmas, foul weather, and taste, completely out of the question.
(GAHH!!!MY EYES!!!)
Your keen instincts tells you to stick to modifications that involve wood, open air, and whole lot of grooviness.
And if that doesn't work, who cares? You're all naked.
(Wait, what!?)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, California Beach Boy. 'Cause we all know, when the going gets tough, the tough get custom convertible woodies.
@pauljones: I was prepared to dismiss your argument, in it's entirety. But you had me at medical marijuana....curse you pauljones, and your well timed pot jokes.
@pauljones: Well I can't and won't ever say "I like it" but I have to agree with you in that it does give you something to compare well done against. How wood you know good if you hadn't seen bad? (heh). No style is still a style and all that. This coming from a guy that has cow print floor mats in his car...
I consider myself an aficionado of all things S-10 and even I don't like it. I especially don't like it. Yuck. Double yuck. Kill it then take it to be tortured.
As many of you know, I am on temporary duty in Florida. My company got me a condo with beach access. One of the things that I noticed is that the beaches here do not have fire pits. I remember growing up in Southern California and going to the beach, surfing all day, then starting a bon fire in the fire pits provided. We'd hang out, relax, enjoy the cool ocean air, and generally be merry.
However, in many places, you can drive on the beach in Florida. So, if you could start a bon fire on the beach (like in California) and drive on the beach (like in Florida), you could drive this thing into the fire pit and set it on fire.
Then, only then, would there be a use for this thing.
@engineerd: Fortunately, you can start a bonfire on a beach in California only, and drive on a beach in Florida only.
I never quite got the appeal of driving on the beach, though. I remember once in Redondo three wannabe gangster guys in wife-beaters thought that they would be the shit driving along the beach in their low-rider Impala, so they picked the locks of the gates, drove it down a fairly steep access ramp to get to the sand, and promptly got stuck. The momentum of the car carried them all of 15 feet from the concrete before the car settled into the sand.
Of course, the life guards called the cops, and when the cops showed up, they just looked at the car, laughed, and ate lunch while watching the idiots try and get their car out of the sand. After about an hour so, the cops finally couldn't justify sitting around any more, and called in a tow truck.
I've seen convertibles done the right way on an S-10, and they still look strange, but there are kits that make the top reusable as the convertible top with some seals and latches.
As it sits, it looks like four different design ideas all put together into one completely repulsive package of awfulness.
@Number_Six: Well, you had to figure that at some point, the sidewall of the tire would be so small that you would just get rid of the tire altogether.
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It is a bolt out of the blue. It is different, and it is damn proud of it. It is an honest-to-God way of separating the men from the boys; most guys create their cars so that other people will like them and compliment them. Most guys are also pussies. A real man doesn't give a flying f*ck what other people think of him. He is who he is, and if the world doesn't like it, the world can go get stuffed.
So you know what? Screw the grain. I like this thing. It's bold, it's brash, and it's an utter affront to society.
I raise my beer to you, Mr. Custom Wood S-10 Convertible Guy. This one's for you.
Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(Real men of Genius)
Today we salute you. Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy
(Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy!)
Wearing nothing but a wife beater, jeans, and flip-flops, the automobiles of the world are your canvas for coming up with custom automotive creations to piss off society and The Man.
(Smoke that medical marijuana!)
Sure there's downsides, vehicle customization laws, social stigmas, foul weather, and taste, completely out of the question.
(GAHH!!!MY EYES!!!)
Your keen instincts tells you to stick to modifications that involve wood, open air, and whole lot of grooviness.
And if that doesn't work, who cares? You're all naked.
(Wait, what!?)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, California Beach Boy. 'Cause we all know, when the going gets tough, the tough get custom convertible woodies.
(Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy!)
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Cow print floor mats? Pfft. That's nothing. I drive a Saturn. How's that for tasteless?
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I wish I could still say that I hadn't.
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However, in many places, you can drive on the beach in Florida. So, if you could start a bon fire on the beach (like in California) and drive on the beach (like in Florida), you could drive this thing into the fire pit and set it on fire.
Then, only then, would there be a use for this thing.
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I never quite got the appeal of driving on the beach, though. I remember once in Redondo three wannabe gangster guys in wife-beaters thought that they would be the shit driving along the beach in their low-rider Impala, so they picked the locks of the gates, drove it down a fairly steep access ramp to get to the sand, and promptly got stuck. The momentum of the car carried them all of 15 feet from the concrete before the car settled into the sand.
Of course, the life guards called the cops, and when the cops showed up, they just looked at the car, laughed, and ate lunch while watching the idiots try and get their car out of the sand. After about an hour so, the cops finally couldn't justify sitting around any more, and called in a tow truck.
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As it sits, it looks like four different design ideas all put together into one completely repulsive package of awfulness.
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-1 for recycling ugly.
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