Last week I drove down to WalMart.
I know! I can’t believe it either!
I hadn’t been there since around 1993, so I had to ask one of those nice greeters up front where the magazines were. As soon as I asked, I saw them, because they were about three feet in front of me. My lightning-fast powers of perception are legendary!
I found the magazine I wanted and was going to stand in line to buy it behind a woman who appeared to be pushing enough furniture for a three-bedroom house, but while I was waiting I started flipping through the magazine and I realized that it was so awesome that I needed to go back and buy every single copy on the rack.
Have you ever gone through one of those self-checkout lanes? The temptation to misuse them is terrible.
Oh, Mrs. Kennedy, why? you’re asking.
BECAUSE THAT’S DAVE’S CAR ON THE COVER!!!
Remember Dave? We’ve talked about him before, maybe this will refresh your memory. Or if you don’t want to read that, then just look at this:
That’s Jackson covering his ears because The Bucket is so loud it can sterilize a western gray squirrel (Spermophilus beecheyi) at fifty paces.
I would never lie to you.
So! Dave’s car is on the cover of Garage, which is Jesse James’s magazine. I like to think of Jesse James as Mr. Miss Congeniality, and I don’t think I’m the only one. However, he appears to have his own career, which is just darling.
And there’s a big article, too! Somehow they found out about Dave, I don’t know, maybe Jesse James reads my blog. Above we see Dave tearing down the backroads in his Studebaker.
And now Dave is famous for something other than his spectacular showmanship and blinding technique on one of his fancy-colored upright basses. I think it’s nice that he has a back-up talent just in case the whole music thing doesn’t work out. Because apparently I am Dave’s spinster aunt who says things like that and makes sure he eats all his leafy greens.
And so I devote this post to Dave and his awesome ability to coax terrifying amounts of horsepower out of whatever it is that makes cars go — bits of metal and springs, hamsters, chewing gum, the pure love of a virgin, and unicorn tears. That’s it, right? Want me to come over and reinflate at your transmission?
Thanks for using your fame to spread the word about Dave’s special talents. That bass is stunning.
And I’m still laughing over “Mr. Miss Congeniality”.
Those cars of his are phenomenal. It looks like a great article… like I needed another reason to subscribe to Garage.
Very, very cool… except for the part about you going into WalWart.
That is freakin’ awesome!!!! The car, the magazine article, everything!
My husband works for a company that produces car shows for SPEED channel (mostly classic cars & motorcycles), so when I showed him this he went out & bought the magazine.
I wanted to leave you my website
http://www.fenicle.com
I can’t decide which is cooler; the vintage car or the bright green bass.
I’m thinking now…I’m thinking of painting my cello!
My mom has a Studebaker. The horn goes “uh-ROOOO-guh.” Does Dave’s?
Excellent post – I especially like the Spermophilus beecheyi reference. I mean, how often can one work *that* into a blog entry?
That was definitely my favorite Fussy logo.
Is that a 62 Studebaker? We saw one on the street – OK, in a parking lot – the other day and were stunned by its magnificence. And the sheer amount of rust.
‘Round my parts we have a lot of Spermophilus richardsoni.
I can’t believe Ariana Giovanni fixes up old cars.
It took me a minute to find the car on the cover of the magazine
Congrats to Dave!
You can tell it’s a serious magazine for car aficionados by the woman on the cover. I mean, look at those pointy eyebrows, they mean business.
If Jesse James reads your blog, than that’s just awesome. You’ll be in a movie someday. I love that scrapped-together car!!
How ironic. Those are my boobs on the cover.
I wasn’t going to tell anyone, but you forced me.
This is zachary’s favorite fussy post! ( he likes the pictures) He thinks Dave is a Mr. Potts From Chitty chitty bang bang!
but who is that mystery lady (with the large chest), eh?
I think the car thing is fantastic, though I know nothing about cars.
I’m curious, though, as to why you had to go to Wal-Mart to get the magazine. Wal-Mart scares the hell out of me but as a born suburbanite there are certain things I don’t know how to acquire without a big box store, tube socks come to mind.
Walmart was the only place I could find around here that carried Garage.
that’s aria giovanni