You can run but you can't hide from the #DavesCarIDService Halloween Automotive Graveyard of Horrors Spooktacular
This is of course the eponymous 1958 Plymouth Fury coupe from John Carpenter's "Christine," based on the Stephen King novel, and for my money the best satanically possessed automobile movie ever made. 14 identical '58 Furies were destroyed in its filming.
Today I will abandon my usual cheery upbeat car identification duties to focus on the macabre. The grotesque. The mangled, rusting, disemboweled corpses of cars that took a wrong turn.
So stick around as Coroner Dave attempt to identify the remains.... IF YOU DARE. BWAHAHAHAHA
Was it Ed Gein who dismembered the wheels from this 1953 Plymouth Cranbrook in the Northwoods of Wisconsin? The look of horror on its face says..... maybe.
Get your barf bags ready for this shocking cadaver of a 1958 Oldsmobile coupe, its head transplanted with a 1970s pickup box camper. <screeching violins>
I can only conjecture what kind of vehicular monster Doctor Pappastein intended to reanimate from a 1940-ish Farmall A tractor, 1958 Ford F100 pickup, and two 1960-64 Chevy Corvairs
the squeamish are warned to look away from what's left of a late 50s-early 60s VW Beetle, with evidence that it was subjected to a reinforce frame for duty as a dune buggy or kit car.
Dad seemed just a little toooo happy about the "accidental" demise of his beautiful but petulant 1953-56 Austin Healey 100 BN1/BN2, after walking away to collect the insurance money
The neighborhood gossip erupted after Dad immediately went out seeing other cars.
Kentucky's dreaded creeping kudzu monster claims two more victims, including a 1980ish Chevy Citation on right; the victim on left I can only conjecture.
Odd factoid: the Manson Family was arrested at Spahn Ranch on Aug 16, 1969 for running a car theft operation. The Tate murders had taken place a week previously, but were still a mystery at that point. cielodrive.com/archive/police…
The ghost of a 1966-69 Ford Falcon convertible in this Iowa Field of Screams.
That's all the automotive horror I can stomach today, back soon to return to my normal heartwarming family album car IDs. Happy Halloween to all, and enjoy Vampira at Carpenter's Drive In LA in 1954, inside her 1932 Packard phaeton.
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Another bonus catch-up-with-my-inbox episode of #DavesCarIDService today. Please to enjoy this heartwarming News 5 Cleveland segment that captures how a car can be a beloved family heirloom.
even today a near-100 year old Model T can function as a daily driver on city streets. They were famously reliable, easy to work on, and still easy to source parts. There is a reason that half the cars in the world were once Ford Model Ts.
Let's kick off today with a little bit of family album cheesecake, featuring a 1949-51 Dodge or Plymouth 2-door sedan.
I'm willing to agree that Twitter is an utterly dishonest company with a clownish Orwellian Truth Ministry that censors information in an obvious attempt to sway the election, if you will agree this is 100% perfectly legal.
I'd have a shit-ton more respect for Jack Dorsey if he just said, yes, Twitter is completely biased against Trump, and will continue to block information, true or not, that would help re-elect him, and the First Amendment means there's not a fucking thing you can do about it
These "but Section 230" replies are something else.
Yes, go ahead and repeal 230, this will totally make it illegal for Twitter to censor your Hunter Biden memes.
If only Joseph Campbell were alive to analyze this beloved universal myth
"I just walked into a Trojan restaurant and everybody was talking about how much they loved the cool giant horse present from the Greeks" - Homer, The Odyssey
After 2 weeks of multiple health screens and asking everyone to quarantine, I surprised my closest inner circle with a trip to a private island where we could pretend things were normal just for a brief moment in time.
After 2 weeks of multiple health screens and asking everyone to quarantine, I surprised my closest inner circle with a trip to a private island where we could pretend things were normal just for a brief moment in time.
After 2 weeks of multiple health screens and asking everyone to quarantine, I surprised my closest inner circle with a trip to a private island where we could pretend things were normal just for a brief moment in time.
Contrary to too many conjectures, I was not suspended, nor have I ever been suspended by Twitter for any reason. Some asshole hacked my account, and got it back probably because a few notable people intervened on my behalf.
if you're looking for a culprit in the great Iowahawk hacking caper, look no further than this sack of shit. This account was magically created immediately after mine was hacked, renamed & deleted. Now serving all your natural health and Somali telecommunication needs