Hippy rods?........

The Mod Rod

 

haha, dune buggies!!! i bought a dune buggy last month, it was a 68 chevelle ss chopped about 2 or 3 ft in the middle. it had a 396 w/400 trans & 12 bolt rear end, bought it to put in my 63impala. ended up trading the motor and ****** for a model a

i still have the buggy in my back yard, it has some good parts on it.

i'm not sure what year it was built.







cool gas tank

 

I believe it was Gorge Carlin that said that ....I don't remember the sixties but I was only two , the closest I got to Mary Jane ,was Mary Sue the lil girl next door she was three even then I loved the older women!!!!

 

If thats the XKE he**** from the movie Harold and Maude, that dude was definetly not a hippie.

 

When I think '60s', here's what I see...

 

Yeah ,,I guess more a Freak,,but freaks,hippys and mods ,,ya know

Here's a Hippy car,lol

 

That rock ship is flying right into that pink canyon.. oh the symbolism, it's poetic.

I'm glad I was born in the 70's

 

My God,

That's from the movie "Harold & Maude"

Took a girl to see that when it opened in 72...in my VW van.
Then it was back to my pad for some I&I.

Hotrods were out,Clapped out Flakey Foont cars and V-dub's were in.

If you were really a hippie,you'll know who Flakey Foont was.

 

HERE'S what I got. I dont know if the bajabandito was ever built into a real car though

 

Mr Natural says "use the right tool for every purpose"

 

Mike Mitchell was an original Viper CC member and a Hippie who would have made cruel fun of many of you for driving phony "G***ers". Anybody who is posing as a traditional hot rodder from the seat of a jacked up Fairlane with a 289 single quad "G***er" is living in a gl*** house and should refrain from throwing stones at stoned hippies. Can ya dig what I'm saying?

In the imortal words of Jungle Jim Liberman, Drag racing is Farrrrr Outttt!

;-0 ;-)

 

the hippy used there thumb... they hitch~hiked........

 

I'm gonna fly my rocket into the pink canyon.

 

hmmmm....I'm thinkin that one was aimed at me.

Like I said earlier. Being a dirty lazy hillbilly is much better than being a dirty lazy hippy.

Some day I might cut my hair, get a real job, and put a big block with dual quads in my Fairlane.




(the "man" always has to put a fella down.) lol.

 

Tingler, you can just call me a combative hippie *****. It ain't being a long haired hillbilly that I'm messing with you for. I just don't like the current HAMB fad of hippie bashing. Lots of us old sixties throwbacks like to burn Nitromethane and some still roll them left handed cigarettes. We stood up for what we thought back then and still do today. I'm proud of being a Freaker in the sixties, what will you fellas have to look back on? Your support for George Bush? Your inaccurate poses of what you THINK hot rodding and racing were like? One thing about hippies, and former ones too. You can count on us poking fun at the fake and plastic. Maybe you should find a more docile group to make hate talk about. That'd be my good advice.

 

Thought I'd show a pic of an example of NOT a hippy rod. (definitely not a hippy either).

 

PS, I ain't mad at ya, Tingler. I'm just calling "********" on ya.

Phil

 

Jungle Jim...now HE was a ****in "hippie" in the truest sense. Here in Motown most of the hippie types were drivin muscle cars. At least in my 'hood anyways. I remember an early Ford Econoline with m***ive Cragers and a loud V8, and an obscene rake. I remeber the "ribbon" and psycadelic paint jobs. **** all those dayglo colors from AMC and Chrysler were were aimed at the hippies set. All the Frisco wannabes were drivin bugs n **** but there were surely hippie hot rods around. So from my take the look would include psyco paint, Cragers or Ansen Sprints, Gabriel air shocks, L60 tires, Cherry Bombs or Thrush mufflers, chrome if ya had the $$$, and apply any and all of that to ANY car.

Hippie bashing? Hey I have InaGaddadaVida in my computer, along with select tracks from the Lovin S****full, and Three Dog Night. I was there. I saw it. I didn't do to much of it. And that was when I was learning to build hot rods with dad. And hippie or not, a bad *** street rod or clean and well done custom have NEVER gone "out of style".

Hey, man, ya wanna hit this?

 

I ain't scared of no hippies.


You rule Chili Phil.

 

Was'nt there bubble gum cards with all these cars on em?? and hell hippy's had a heavy hand in cars ,,you had to be stoned to come up with some of the 60's and 70's customs,lol

 

My hippie van before the lace paint and other mods.... Hippies ****in RULE!!!!
(Those white sox were the cats *** in 1966)

 

"Hands up, who likes me?"

 

I thought hippies were more of a post 1965 - early 70's thing? I thought this was a pre-64 board????

Remember the Brady Bunch episode when Greg became a hippy. That rocked.

 

What's there to live for?

Who needs the peace corps?

Think I'll just DROP OUT

I'll go to Frisco

Buy a wig & sleep

On Owsley's floor



Walked past the wig store

Danced at the Fillmore

I'm completely stoned

I'm hippy & I'm trippy

I'm a gypsy on my own

I'll stay a week & get the crabs &

Take a bus back home

I'm really just a phony

But forgive me

'Cause I'm stoned



Every town must have a place

Where phony hippies meet

Psychedelic dungeons

Popping up on every street

GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .



How I love ya, How I love ya

How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!

How I love ya, How I love ya

How I love ya, How I love ya

Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!



Every town must have a place

Where phony hippies meet

Psychedelic dungeons

Popping up on every street

GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .



Hotcha!



First I'll buy some beads

And then perhaps a leather band

To go around my head

Some feathers and bells

And a book of Indian lore

I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce

How to get to Haight Street

And smoke an awful lot of dope

I will wander around barefoot

I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times

I will love everyone

I will love the police as they kick the **** out of me on the
street

I will sleep . . .

I will, I will go to a house

That's, that's what I will do

I will go to a house

Where there's a rock & roll band

'Cause the groups all live together

And I will join a rock & roll band

I will be their road manager

And I will stay there with them

And I will get the crabs

But I won't care

Because . . .

(F. Zappa)

The problem with the whole concept of a "Hippie ROD" is there aren't and never were any hippies!

"The first use of the word hippie on US television was on WNBC TV Channel 4 in New York City at the opening of the New York World's Fair on April 22, 1964. Some young Anti-Vietnam War protesters, wearing t-shirts, denim jeans and with long hair like The Beatles, staged a sit-in and were called Hippies by NYPD officers and reporters. The police fought with and swung their batons at them to chase them off the escalators and they fought back and were arrested. Before that date, the type was generally referred to as Beatnik."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippie

In the 60's I had continuously scabbed knuckles from straightening out the at***ude of any dock worker who called me a "hippie" or "girl" because of my waist long Bob Dylan Fright wig hair.
That's where I worked, at the docks in Los Angeles Harbor loading trucks when I was 19 paid better than selling cars and I didn't have to wear a suit and shave and do all that other stuff "Suits" do.
And lots of ladies thought he hair loked good hangin down over my neck that was the same size as my arms, seventeen and a half inches.
I did this part time in between college cl***es because my barely educated Texas Sharecropper Farmer Dad told me "I want you to go to College and get a good job so you don't have to be just a damn mechanic like me." But since he WAS the BEST and most HONEST mechanic I ever met he, didn't have any money for me or my four siblings to go so I had to work my way through College, took 9 mother****in years to get my BA with ******* mother****in 'suits" calling me a hippie all the way.
Well **** all the mother's babies ***holes with their stupid ****ing labels

I never met a real hippie in my life!

I've met pleanty of hotrodders with long hair and pleanty of drug addicts who need a haircut too.
and there was the Sonny Bono, Hippie when he wasnt the Mayor of Palm Springs look alike phoney hippies.

But it's funny,
Most people who might come close in life style to that hippie ***le are the first to deny it!

The closest to it would be that dude many years ago who quit being a Carpenter or Sheep Herder or whatever it was he did for 32 years before that famous "road trip" across the Holy Lands.

I wasn't an ambivilant to society ****in Hippie, I was a Militant Radical!

Art Himsl still is what he ever was, which is an artist extrordinaire, he even has that "Super Hippie" streamlined looks like a giant reefer on wheels bus now!
Hippies were invented, bred, fed, stoned and buried by TIME MAGAZINE.
They are a myth.

Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!

 

Screw Hippies. to quote my favorite song:

I don't wanna talk about love peace and flowers,
I Don't wanna take no drug just to waste away the hours,
I've got no bread on the table got no job thats ****ing stable....

John lennons hippie **** love peace and fun, only peace he got was from the barrell of a gun, sounds of the 60s sounds like **** to me! punk rock is king you stupid little hippie.


Hippies were stupid. period, a bunch of slef absorbed brats who "fought the system" then forty years latter begged the same ****ing system for social security.

 

oh yah almost forgot i live in the bay area so i have to deal with kids my age playing hippie, and the age hippie liberal douches here every ****ing day.

 

Hmm......begborrowandsteel is my new favorite HAMB'er.

 

Don't hold back, let it all out.

Did the bad hippie steal your lunch?
Or kick your *** when you tried to steal his?
I suppose the principal who's offce you live in is one of them too?
Ya just gotta quit hating your Dad so much, you're going to miss him soon enough.

 

"Where do all the hippies meet?
South Street
South Street"

I live 4 blocks from South Street, don't you say I don't exist, Doc!

Meet me on South Street…

Hey Begborrowandsteal, you need to forgive your parents for your birth and get over that punk - fukin - rok stuff. What could be stupider than a punk nostalgia geezer?

 

No, you exist, I don't halucinate much any more...
It's just you never struck me as a hippie...still don't.

But Ya see, that's right!

"South Street" predates so-called "hippies"
And I always thought of it as a Black (style at least) Rhythm & Blues song
I figured they were talking about "Hipsters" which today would be called "Players"

Alley Oop:
He sure is hip, ain't he?

(Dallas Frazier)


There's a man in the funny papers we all know

He lives 'way back a long time ago
...

Well, this cat's name is-a Alley-Oop


He got a chauffeur that's a genuwine dinosawruh

...

He rides thru the jungle tearin' limbs offa trees
...
Thair he goes,

Look at that cave man go

He sure is hip ain't he

Like what's happening

He's too much

Ride, Daddy, ride

Hi-yo dinosawruh

Ride, Daddy, ride

Get 'em, man

Like--hipsville
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)

(The Hollywood Argyles ( really just Gary Paxton with a multi-track solo 1960)