It’s simple math really. You take one totally awesome California raised Plymouth GTX, subtract all cares about what other people think, and end up with a bold custom license plate. Oddly enough, this car was spotted last night at a Massachusetts cruise night. Let’s throw some more math into the post for fun’s sake.
According to Google, it is about 3000 miles from California to Massachusetts, and high octane gas is around $2.97 per gallon these days. We’ll assume that this car uses high octane for today’s equation. 3000 miles divided by 8 mpg = 375 gallons of gas. 375 gallons x $2.97 per gallon = $1113.75 . Worth the drive? Heck yea, every penny.
I’ll admit that about 70% of the “car” movies out there are positively painful to sit through. Don’t give me that look. Fess up! You feel the same way as I do. The only reason we watch these atrocities is to see the cars driving at time-bending speeds, through dark tunnels, being chased, with flames out the exhaust, close ups of gear changes, and atom-bomb style explosions nipping at their rear bumpers. Of course cumulus cloud-esque burnouts everywhere also helps.
Well folks, Two Lane Blacktop is no exception to the 70% rule. It takes place around the same time that the movie debuted (1971) and stars a flat black 1955 Chevy with a mailbox looking hood scoop and jacked up suspension. The car drives around to random little towns street racing locals…… Oh did I forget to mention that James Taylor in his early 20’s is “The driver”, and Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys is the sidekick a.k.a “The Mechanic”? What, no character names? No Sir! Throughout the entire movie, you never actually learn any of the main characters names. Bizarre? You bet it is. If that isn’t a movie with “Academy Award” written all over it, I don’t know what is. James Taylor’s quiet voice, and bad attitude make for amazing dialog during this 102 minute saga.
That being said, I 100% believe that as a car enthusiast, you are obligated to watch this movie. So be sure to hop on Netflix before everybody else does and grab this flick. Prepare some popcorn and throw on your favorite automotive t-shirt, this movie will take you on an automotive voyage that will make your brain doubt your eyes.
If you have never used Irwin brand Vise-Grips, you need to reevaluate your goals in life. They are so unbelievably awesome, that human words cannot describe them. They should be the prize that you win in every contest throughout life. Graduation from anything should get you a set of vise grips. Instead of worthless tokens & tickets, arcade games should hand kids Vise-Grips with every new high score. Birthday parties should be limited to Vise-Grip related gifts only. Every car coming off the assembly line should have a pair of Vise-Grips attached to a panel in the trunk. If aliens do really exist, they are likely just coming to earth to try to get some new Vise Grips. If something goes horrible wrong in 2012, you better hope that somebody tucked away a pair of Vise-Grips in a secret chamber. Without them, we will all be doomed.
Vise Grips Can:
– Open Vise-Grips that are so tightly gripped that the only way you can open them is with more Vise-Grips.
– Take the place of every size socket, wrench, and screwdriver you own
– Tear things off / apart
– Remove flywheels
– Hold things while you weld / grind / cut them
– Temporarily & permanently hold parts onto your vehicle for inspection purposes
– Break stuff when you want to break it
– Remove all the broken stuff that you broke
– Hammer on stuff (not recommended, but it works)
– Pinch you into submission
– Turn stuff that is stuck or not meant to be turned
– Hold up your hood / hatch
– Crush imposters that fail to grip, and always slip.
– Survive the worst that you can throw at them
– Laugh at other tools when they can’t successfully do their intended job
– Ever-so-gently grab gentle stuff
– Work forever, no matter how long your forget them in the rain.
Full Disclosure: I truly love Vise Grips this much, and even if I owned 100 of them I would still need more. Would I trade your lunch for a pair of Vise-Grips? You better believe I would. Sure we have all been bitten by them a couple times, but that is just the Vise-Grips’ way of saying “Excuse me mere mortal, my supernatural grip is mightier than all. Respect the grip or the pain of a blood blister will be bestowed upon thee!!”
If you have read any of my previous blog posts, you may have noticed that the GM LS series engines make me as happy as a new pair of socks (VERY happy!). So naturally when I saw some pictures and video of this Boss Hoss “Berzerker” motorcycle, I knew that I had to bring it to the forefront of the 1A Auto blog.
In my strange world, I imagine the birth of this bike began like this:
Guy 1: “Hey man, I wanna go fast, like super-space-ship fast. I think I want to ride an actual laser beam, or maybe like a missile or something. ”
Guy 2: “Maaaan, you know you can’t put a seat on a laser beam, and handlebars would look ridiculous on a missile! You’re talkin’ crazy bro!”
Guy 1: “Ok, what if we take an LS2 engine, bore it to 430 cubic inches, strap it to a 2 speed transmission, crank out 700+ horsepower, and put a seat on it?”
Guy 2: “Wheels?”
Guy 1: “Oh yeah, we’ll use those too, but no more than 2! If I am traveling super-space-ship fast, I don’t want rotational weight crowding my peoples.”
Guy 2: “That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout! What we need is more “Berrrrzerker“.”
Now the conversation probably didn’t go like that, I really have no idea. One thing we do know is that the bike exists now, and it apparently makes ludicrous power. Judging by the violent symphony blaring out of my over-treble’d computer speakers and the NHRA decals all over it, I would bet the 706 hp numbers are legit. Does it go super-space-ship fast? Probably…
I will be the first on here to say “I would like a second helping of Berzerker Please….”
Having good friends at a variety of car dealers is really cool, especially today. This morning, a new CTS-V Coupe was stopping by a local dealer, and a good friend of mine snapped a pic for me because he knows that I would sell his soul for it. Without further adieu, here it is. Just sit back and appreciate it’s beauty, because nothing else needs to be said.
As I mentioned in yesterday’s Nutts and Bolts blog, I had gone to a car show over the previous weekend and saw a lot of interesting things. One of the cars that really caught my eye was a heavily modified Meyers Manx. Typically, I have zero interest in these and skip right over them, but this one had my name written all over it. This guy ran a VW engine, with a turbocharger, and a megasquirt fuel injection system. Everything was polished, painted, or plated, and it had wheelie bars that looked not only functional, but used. Does it get better than this is the world of Volkswagen ? If so, I challenge you to show me, because I don’t believe it. This is the pinnacle of fun.
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Recently, I talked about my deep rooted relationship with Cadillac Cateras. In that post we learned how truly “special” they are, but we never touched upon their evolution into the CTS. Yes, the CTS is in fact an acronym for Catera Touring Sedan. Ouch! Don’t worry though, they aren’t really the same car…..well….sorta. In 2003 the CTS still had the same heart, soul, and terrifyingly – awful engine as the Catera. After that year though, Cadillac strapped on their game face and abandoned that awful drivetrain for good. In walks 2004, ohhello there!, we now have a……….wait for it…… 400hp LS6 engine option. (queue – the sound of angels…. ooooaahhhhhh..)
This brings me to the point of this whole post. I want to buy a Cadillac CTS-V, badly. When the CTS-V price drops to an absurdly low level, I’m getting one. Come to think of it, I don’t care if the car has been wrecked, recovered theft or sunk in a river. I want it, as long as it’s cheap. I want 6 gears to shift into manually, I want rear wheel drive, I want big brakes, and obviously a big LS V8. I would likely end up stuffing so much forced induction onto the engine that it would spit my rear end gears out at every set of lights. That’s ok though, because I will do it in high class Cadillac fashion.