Gar, we left Barbie for maybe 10 minutes and came back to a stabbed rear tire. I’m not saying I entirely blame them, I know they thought we were metermaids, and lord knows Maxime is rolling the dice by keeping that blue on white paint job, but still, people.

I don’t want to alarm anyone, but apparently two Isettas are hiding out in the San Francisco BMW dealership…

Thanks Lynn!

I put LEDs on the under-carriage of my car and god damn does it look bad-ass. They change color and throb when I want them to. Life is good.

Renzo sent this in and said “Just in case you feel like your Morgan 3-wheeler is too sensible, this 1966 Velorex features a vinyl covered steel tube frame and Jawa 2-cylinder motorcycle power. The engine can spin in reverse so the car has four forward and four reverse gears.” Why on earth???

Loving this Westcoaster for sale on Phoenix Craigslist (mirrored here). Its about the first time I’ve ever read the words “1965 west coaster” and “runs great” anywhere near each other. Super sweet ride, wish they had some pics of the inside. Its weird though, you’d think anyone capable of restoring that thing would know that “Westcoaster” is one word. Maybe he’s selling it for someone else?

And thanks Costas from the crazy cool Art Car Central blog for sending this over.

I’m not sure if “masthead” is exactly the right word, but I’m loving whatever you call that pic on top of the page.

Lynn Freidman took it the day we were being photographed by the Wall Street Journal (ahem).  She took lots of other great pics that day, a  few of my favorites being:

Cari Tuna, the author of the Wall Street Journal article and the woman with the greatest name ever, on the left. And Raz, showing Rupert Murdoch how its done.

Keef demonstrating one of the dangers or perks of driving a retired metermaid vehicle.

Diamond Dave's ride, which I always insist on calling the Cherry Tomato

About an acre of silliness

Thanks again Lynn!

I can’t tell if this is a Monty Python skit or a Salvador Dali painting, but whatever it is I like it. What on earth is up with the giant German shepherd? And a whole *case* of whiskey? And how does this indicate that this woman is “knowledgeable”? The mind boggles, and Christ I love that car.

Yum. From the Tamerlane’s Thoughts blog.

Simon from the email list is wondering who’s been the furthest in a Cushman or Interceptor. As he explains:

“My wife Julia did the 300 miles from SF to Gerlach in 1 day, then back a few days later. Who’s been the furthest?”

Maxime and I probably don’t have the distance record, but I’m pretty sure we have the style-point record.

And years ago I’m pretty sure I set the off-road Cushman record when I drove 50 or so miles of crazy dirt road, and instead of me breaking down I wound up fixing everyone else’s flats.

Anyway, anyone else have any stories to tell?

Dave in Kansas made us all look like amateurs by introducing us to his BMW Isetta art car collection. Holy crap!

On New Year’s Eve we needed to haul a few curbside couches to the party. I’m thinking we could have fit at least one more on there…