Email us your phone number, and we'll get this right. Some guy in Boston is getting satan shirt after satan shirt. He's probably been commited by now. Let's get back to talking about cars on here.
I'm up for talking about the rides....and it is about time you showed up.... I've been watchin Armageddon Top Fuel for a long time, from start to finish....and those FED's Rock the Asphalt! Welcome and don't be afraid to speak up.......
ok Tim. lets see some pics of the wagons... how about the choppers? how are those comin along? i've been stoked about your whole project(s) since Jimmy first told me about it. i'd be happy as **** just to have ONE of those rails, or even one of the bikes, even the wagons!! and building it all without "selling out"... THAT is realy admirable. i personaly would have sold out long ago ... way to go Tim.
Beetle?! Where's my '55 parts ya lunatic?!!!! It's great knowin' you're still out there man. If I ever knew a craftsman on earth that can do EVERYTHING, this flinty eyed @#$%er is the one. Here's one of my favorite pics of "Lucy" and "Hey Zeus #1"...Satans push car ('59 Dodge wagon) and God's chop (long gone to pay for fueler parts). That's my good buddy Johnnysmokes weldin' away on that fender. Johnny taught me to tig weld. He was a GREAT teacher man. He stayed gone on tour with the Load Levelers for so long, I got tired of waitin' for him to get back and taught myself! ..........@#$%ing GENIUS.
A couple more... My wife Alyssa sealing Mary's dash (Gods '58 Plymouth push car). Body works all done on Mary. She's got a fully chromed "Bellflower Custom" style interior with a metal flake dash, wheel and column. No cloth yet. All the stainless is polished and it still runs like a top.
Whoops! Got 'em backwards! THAT was Nicole and Sheri the night we were stripping paint. THIS is my wife....Man, I STAY in trouble....
Last one for tonight, Billy and Melene takin' Lucy apart. She's mostly prepped for final bodywork and all the rust is fixed. There's 4800 bucks worth of chrome sitting patiently at Art Br*** Plating in Seattle, waiting for me to pay for it. She runs good after that 361 warms up.....****er.
I'm with speednazi! Hmmmmmmm! Does Cherry Von Chop love us anymore. We miss you!(Do you still lurk?) Oh and by the way, Welcome Tim!
No. She does NOT love you and good for her......Ya pervert....Saaay, where's the pictures of that old timey race car that "Speednazi" just got? I heard A.J.Foyt himself actually died in it. Or was that Burt Reynolds?
I'm to damn busy to take pictures oven it, just been sittin in it makin motor noises........waaahhhh....put..put....bang.....bang....shift....grind...shift....bang.....waaaahhhhh
now wait just a minute, I think I've heard of this Tom Conners.......creates one off wall paper designs?
'At's right...wall paper, shelf paper...check yer mamas drawers and you'll see some in 'ere. Under the forks n' s****s n' jelly paddle.
hahahaaaa..... i think i saw a tom conners original 37 ford drawing? and maybe a bone rattler? or bone somethin? oh! shaker!!!
How's my wifes old car? Niiiice job on that Pontiac jack. Is yer collarbone healed up? Let that be a lesson to ya, NEVER get hurt or die on or in anything that's goofy. Talk amoungst yourselves, I'm gonna spray some more clear....
the dodge is a 7 cylinder, sometimes a 6and a half cylinder... did the roof in a purple aluminun flake i got from fred, lowered it a bit more, whitewalls, shaved it, ya know, all the basics... the collar bones all crooked... chicks dig it!
Tim, I may be a dirty old man but I ain't no pervert.I was just wondering what happened to her. She don't come around here no more. She must be verrrryyy busy! Speednazi? You gonna take this kind of abuse?
no biggy curb,....wait say somthing else......spank...spank....mmmnn....oowww...dale! say something....whip..smack...say something......whack...don't you ****ing look at me!!!you ****....smwhack.....please...no...more...abuse...whip...dale!!!
i ****IN LOVE your artwork Tim!!! ever sell any of it??? if i come out to Cali can i live in your garage?? i'm a pretty OK welder/grinder...
I got to meet Tim, while I lived in Seattle - after stalking him, gawking at his razor blade bike and other stuff around town. I called him up, and after seventeen attampts, was invited to the secret apocolypse lair. We talked a bit, and he asked if I wanted to climb into one of the diggers. Even after more than two years, I would kiss that crazy **** for letting me check out how deep the deep end is... I still don't think I understand why all of this is going on, it seems more thought out than just plain madness. It is damned beautiful, that is all that matters to me. I guess I should order a shirt. You should too.
Thanks man, you were workin' on an' Impala right? How's that goin'? I've been up all night sendin' artwork to Hot Bike and now I cain't sleep. Here's a couple o' pictures and maybe a cheap story or two... This is a pic of that scary mofo "SpeedNazi" (on the left) helpin' me load up ol' Scratch. Who is he? What's his story? Some things should stay a mystery....for tax purposes.
This is a cool pic I dug up tonight. This is the same mofo aboves long gone hot rods. I flamed 'em both, and they were beaten half to death on the streets of the great northwest. Lucky for them new owners found 'em and sanded off those nasty flames. After adding a little velour and some contemporary styling, the happy new owners were motoring around, stopping here and there for a car show and a bike run or two. The owner of the chevy, along with his entire family were kidnapped from a rod run while listening to a '50s cover band. After bloating themselves on dry cheeseburgers and stale popcorn and lulled into a semi-conscious state from viewing the same smoothed over bars of soap p***ing for hot rods, they were ambushed unawares. The folks woke up gagged and blindfolded with "Shimmy shimmy cocoa pop" blaring overhead. Why daddy WHY? the children screamed as they were beaten repeatedly with lawn chairs, pouty baby dolls and fuzzy dice. Horrible grinding and hammering could be heard over the tiny screams and the grown man blubbering. Where were YOU in '62 *****?! The Harley was purchased by a middle-aged housewife from Se**** who, (after paying her local dealership $40,000) had it transformed like a ****erfly into "what Betty Boop might ride if she were still alive today". Sadly on her way home from watching an all white blues band, her throttle stuck wide open on I-90 and she was flayed alive by her own jacket fringe. Let that be a lesson to ya...
Sadly this post might be slowing down. BUT! I am DEAD serious about learning the who what where on those hemi castings. E-mail me off line if you can point me in the right direction. Pay no attention to the angst ridden story above...My dad takes his C/Gas style '55 to nice car shows, sits in a lawn chair and listens to....J.J.Cale. He draws the line at pouty babies tho'. Which upsets my cousin Patty, who not only makes a good many of 'em, but also recycles old fur coats into toy barbie christmas sleighs, complete with transistor radios in the back! Swear to God. Until we get the new web guy figured out I'll be postin' cool stuff about ATF here and at ****! Choppers and punk rock. Thanks for not kickin' me off Ryan!
you never answered my question Tim. do you ever sell your artwork? do any art to order??? i dig your stuff. i'll have to order a T-shirt or two...
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