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July 21, 2008


Professor Jonathan

The aesthete (read: the absinthe-drinking washed-up former hippie) in me is simply in awe of work like this: some call 'em hoopties, I call it art: purity of form and function reduced to its ultimate expression.

I cannot imagine any soul so dead as to not to recognize the harmony and perfection of these creations: they are authentic cultural artifacts representing the bloodlines of pure-bred American customizers; tribal totems whose every detail has its significance and history, and which can be read like an open book by those possessing the language and the knowledge.

It's not for nothing that the Guggenheim Museum presented a show of sublimely customized Harley-Davidsons several years ago. At present, I wager that it's just a matter of time before they figure out how to get puppies like these up the spiral ramp of Frank Lloyd Wright's immaculate interior and into the consciousness of the museum-going public for the long-overdue homage they and their creators deserve...

Scott Noteboom

i gotta make a field trip out to Chicago. I miss it, and it looks like good car stuff is going on as well...


Gawd-O-Mighty. The ONE Ford they let be a Ford, and it's a wheezy l'il four-lunger. Dang.

Nice, nice stuff, all Fordocentric ribbing aside.

Ford Ranger Forum

Those are some amazing looking cars.

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