Slideways FUN

I could not wait any longer even though the winter is being winter. Loaded up and headed out into the desert to my favorite road. I drove around for 1/2 hr looking for a dry place to make sure the car could get back up the loading ramps but all I found was snow. Fuck it. I unloaded and took off feeling the car out. Little booger hooks up with the weight in the rear. Likes to understeer but if I used the hand break to set it up for corners and steered with the rear it was amazing. I think I may need a brake proportioning valve because the disc brakes in the front over power the rear drums so that using the brake pedal to set up the corner was futile. Otherwise the Edamame Commie had zero issues. I was having so much fun I could not turn around. All of a sudden I was an hour in and on top of the book cliffs in 4 foot snow banks. I could not turn around. I kept at it knowing I was being a real idiot. snow drifts were busting over the hood as I climbed the last steep hill. I finally reached an oil well and turned around and when I got back to the trailer the little bastard even had zero problems getting up the ramps. Sweet!!!

begininnings, stepping stones, and destinations

 I rode my BMX to the video rental store and the clerk, bald on top waterfall mullet on back, let me rent On Any Sunday with out paying and I had to convince my mom to rent a VCR from the grocery store.. Then it was The Dirt Bike Kid, Winners Take All, Time Racer,  and Herbie The Love Bug. I must have been 7 or 8 years old. I watched them Duke boys jump that charger and the A Team. I rode that BMX all over town and took to diving dumpsters. My single Mom let me pile up my findings in the yard. I hauled a clothes dryer on my wagon home. I snuck into the train yard and hauled home giant coil springs. Xerox machines, old bicycles, anything.
It should be no surprise the first word I learned to spell was JUNK. Followed shortly after by FART.
The dream was to build my own vehicle. My vision was a super buggy.
30 years later:

Subaru powered VW bug rally car

In case anybody wants to know what I have been up to for the past eleven months...

As with all my two wheeled builds, I did this on a tight budget. How tight? well tighter than a Nun's...  you know. Typical trash bin ravaging, junk yard scourer, free loader freddy every friend, acquaintance, person who will talk to me charity bit and piece conceivable.

Really it is just a bunch of time plus a $50 66 VW bug shell and a $75 crashed 2000 2.5 RS

It is amazing what you can do with help from decent people and eBay.

As soon as this winter freeze breaks I am taking this "Edeamame Commie" straight out into the desert and hopefully having more fun than a well oiled midget. The real vision is the Colorado Hill Climb Association 2wd rally car class. Something to do between the motorcycle class. The sickness is real. Sweet motorcycle jesus save my two wheel loving soul. er fuck, hail satan! oh holy father of hot fast nasty speed! Hell yeah! Fucking rage cage chariot of fire take me home.

Number font inspiration

Pillaging the internets for ideas to paint some old school stock car style numbers on my four wheel project...

To harness my inner Death Spray Customs/ Ornamental Conifer or just wreck slop havoc like the GP racer above...