champion of the thoroughly domesticated
insurance kicks in on Wednesday. I got my card. time to cut my twin off my back.
also: tell cops no. Josh is covering his bases.
most importantly: apparently, 89 and 90 Dodge/Chrysler Caravans – yes, the ones with the wood paneling on them – have abnormally powerful engines. and as such, a subculture amongst drag racers has grown with them. the Chicago Tribune wrote a story and did a little audio/visual presentation on one such an enthusiast who has his own fucking website. this warms my heart. really. it just screams “I-57 south of Joliet.”
either way, from the Tribune story:
Sporting bib overalls, gnarly beard and grimy baseball cap, Paul Smith looks nothing like a champion of the thoroughly domesticated.
But he becomes their hero every time he works his stout frame behind the steering wheel of his dragster: a 1989 mini-van with rust bubbles on the fender, faux wood grain on the sides, 185,000 miles on the odometer and a turbocharged engine that rockets the van down the track at 106 m.p.h.
don’t forget to click on the slideshow.
you know he fucks the whore-beast groupies in the back seat of that thing after every race.
and why not.