It's that time of year when we honor the ultimate MILF: Mother Earth! Yes friends, Gaia called and you responded - with candid pics showing how you get your freak on with that saucy pagan eco-tart.
Current entries include 51 cars and trucks -- ranging from Caddies to Kommandowagens -- as well as 6 motorcycles and a 10-speed sent in by wisenheimer R.H. Hardin. By my estimate, these jaunty jalopies represent a cummulative total of almost 300 miles per gallon. Now that's what I call fuel efficiency!
The attached Flickr slideshow has the lowdown, and navigation is easy. Just click on the picks for details and owner comments; many have links to additional photos and build information. Look close and you'll see rides from some of the blogosphere's top muck-a-mucks, like old pal Tim Blair, new blogroll add Officer Curt from Flopping Aces, and mysterious artworld swankster Coop. Make sure you visit Coop's pad to ogle the new Coop Hot Wheels he has designed for Mattel.
Picking Editor's Choice from among these many fine hoopties was difficult, but in the end I felt the honor belongs to Preston Peterson of Seattle, Washington, and his nasty twin turbo '67 street & track 'Stang. Preston writes:
"I built a complete tube frame based on modern TransAm racecars in my driveway and hung the original sheetmetal plus Taiwan replacements. Suspension is built from Stock Car and TransAm racing pieces with 335 rear tires and 285 front tires. Engine is a twin turbo SBF that makes 700 hp to the wheels running 8 psi and pump gas. It idles at 18” of vacuum and was designed for street driving as well as road racing."
For living up to the true spirit of Earth Week, Preston, I salute you. More pics of his build can be found here.
Got a late entry you want included? Punch my email link on the left sidebar, send me the pics and info, and I'll get you set up. Excelsior!
UPDATE: of the Mother Earth MILF gag, Mark Steyn writes: "I take my hat off. This belongs to a very select group of Jokes I Wish I Had Written First." In the right wing reactionary blog business, we call this an urchin moment - the uncontrollable urge to celebrate by gleefully thrashing the local street urchins with one's swagger stick.