20 pounds of Poop in a 2 pound bag, Atomic Punk update

Frankly gentlemen, as viewed from the standpoint of a highly educated vocational art school graduate (I "drew Pokey the Mule" and got a full 2 year Sallie Mae ride), if you approach this vehicle from a world hunger Mr. Green Jeans approachment, said vehicle may cause certain members of the opposite sex to engage. Giggly wigglement will be ashured I ashure you.

Firsthandly, a chosen female who finds herself encapsulated in this sphere of wonder, this gerarium of lust and metalflake, this time capsule of rapidly multiplying CO-2 units may first and formost instinctually bash her supple form against the PlowBoy Orb's seemingly impervious barrier in a frantic attempt to escape. (Be encouraged, this will prove she's not CRAZY.)

Soon, the magnified sun's rays as projected through this protective forcefield will calm her enough to curl up in the tucked and rolled contour bucket as if catlike. Luxurious relaxation will follow, as well as much Penthouse-esque stretching. Some would feel extremely fortunate at this point and call it a day. Happy to simmer slowly in this snow globe of adolesent fantasy, forever shaking and watching it settle...shake and settle, shake and settle...

But not YOU. No, this snex globe of love has yet another chapter to explore. Luckily, the automobile is equipped with a multi-carbed HEMI with very real CHEATER SLICKS. Malcontented with the current state of euphoria, the occupants fire all 8 cylinders, chucking their rediculously restricting outter coverments with a quick pop of the domed hatch. Like sweaty newborn babies glutted on happy sweets and ensconced in a quarter vending machine's toy bubble pack, they careen through the exposition center's echoing interior, smoke rolling off the whitewall slicks, the considerable g-forces causing varying parts and orifices to bounce, roll and press against the transparent membrane like steaming, gelatinous works of "fine art."

With the overall populace' artistic horizons broadened and a fresh canvas of melted rubber ribbons painted on the convention center floor, this work of high art, this abstract automotive milestone of perfectly proportioned baroque beauty roars into the night, it's occupants laughing maniacly and searching (in vain) for the "defrost" button. Or at least some kind of air vent.

-Anyway, that's what I thought of when I saw it.

 

WOW Conder, That there is some fancy writing. Got me impressed. Plowboy is a true maniac, and that is what i love about the guy. I think that in fourty years he would be honored if his bubble top was found in front of a porn shop in mexico. And I could tell my grand kids I drank beer with that guy and he once hauled my dragster with the space truck. And they will give me that "yeah thats bull shit Grandpa look". ha, ha Lookin good Aaron.

 

In other words he's gunna get laid.............

 

I'm going for a Pulitzer here boys, wish me luck...

 

Wow, thought GERM was back there for a sec. Although this diatribe made sense!-MIKE

 

As a purveyor of substandard doggeral, I remain, in awe!

 

I've said it before and I'll say it again...The hot rod spirit is running HARD with all you crazy f***ers. Odds and ends from here and there cooked up with all that hard work and imagination is resulting in some really interesting work. Roth started all this abstract shit what? 50 years ago? He never got any real respect from "true" hot rod craftsmen back then and frankly he still doesn't. Fact is, this culture REALLY needs people like him right now. I worked for him, and he never told me he was a great welder, fabricator or even artist (he didn't even like to pinstripe) but he had THE most valuable and constructive views of anyone I've ever met. The man was a genius, and SMART too! He used to tell me the only ones who really "got" his stuff were the Surfer and Skater kids...and the Japanese. How about that.

 

So Plowboy can get laid from a surfer skater or some Japanese chick!?

 

Sumthin' about he swam the Yukon, indian-wrestled an eskimo gal, and is hidin' from a Grizzly?

 

Well then, " Good Luck "

 

Thanks King! That car will get him grizzly trim in Japan when it's cold.

 

not enough COMMAS,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

That word-smithing was genius, Conder. I do have a/c in it, but after reading that, I think I will leave it off. I should have installed a "Lube" dispenser in the console. ha ha ha

I like Japanese girls, it looks so big in their tiny little hands, but a cross eyed eskimo girl would do. Just don't tell my wife.

I spent all weekend welding and grinding on the chassis there seems to be no end to it. I hope to have the frame in primer by the end of this weekend though.

I think everyone oughtta blow a years salary building one of the most unpractical vehicles known to man just to say they did it. Anything I build after this will be gravy in comparison. Although, I am thinking about giving it up and buying a pontoon boat and spending the rest of my days floating on the cooling lake for the nuclear power plant by my house. It never freezes you know, so the catfish grow year round and get to be about 12 feet long.

Brian, I will show everyone my Foose like concept illustration/photoshop for your new King Chassis rail. Check it out! Yeah, I know, I could build it quicker and better than I could draw it.

 

Don't act like you aren't enjoying it. Besides, a Japanese girl with tiny hands in that tiny interior...... c'mon now.

 

I enjoy building stuff, it is the finishing up, wiring, plumbing, and all the little stuff (Which I am doing now) that I hate. I wish I could just build a car and hand it off to the next guy to finish. Ha Ha Ha

I am kind of passing the buck on the paint and upholstery. My buddy Russ is the official "Dirty Doug", My buddy Greg is gonna paint it, and Dave Martinez is going to lay in the upholstery.

 

I am humbled and inspired ya FREAK!

 

and the next chapter in the Plowboy saga........
"Plowboy gets a Happy Ending"

 

Jesus... first i make you cry for your carbs... do i need to make you cry for someone to wire your car too? Maybe they could mow the lawn while they are at it?

I know the feeling... just think about how pissed you will be if you half-ass this part. Do it right.

 

I got it wired. I just hated doing it. Just knowing that it all has to come out and I have to to it again sucks. ha ha ha

I just hope the a/c comes on when I try it for the first time 'cause it's a bitch to get to.

 

Not that I could afford it, but what would you charge for a body and frame?

 

Man thats alotta work for a Japanese chick Maybe if you cut some corners you could just get a fat Korean chick

 

dont temp the man... he does like em thick

 

I can just imagine a mechanical malfunction that locks the top, disables the AC and broils our Aaron into some sort of Adonis when the firemen finally manage to get him out of the Atomic Punk......and there's a puddle of beer on the floor.

 

aaron, did you cut part of the bubble or am i seeing things?

 

yeah it looks like theres a hunk gone in the front at the bottem..

 

Yeah, Russ tried to use a chunk of it for the back window in his stude. It didn't work. Ha Ha Ha

Nads, never fear, I have thought of my safety and have a quick release on the bubble.

 

Russco, that is somefunny shit.

 

Arron give us the scoop on cutting the bubble, why did you do it?

 

What if the quick release fails? It could happen, I don't want it to. You could be in there for days. My friend was trapped in the toilet on the bus when we went to a bachelor party at the best damn titty bar in the tri-county area, sadly closed now, he missed the entire shindig.

I think I needs to get to D-Troit

 

He could just keep a diamond ring and a suctoin cup in the glove box and do it up bond style if he is trapped... better yet maybe a rocket powered ejection seat with a 'chute!