I think the Fightin' 101st Tire Slashers may need a little training before we send 'em in
Once we slash the tires and empty the fuel tanks, how do we remove the trucks? Easy, put on a Harvard Hogwarts robe, wave your wand, and cast the ol' "Truckus Removem" spell
Another bold plan from the Harvard Institute for Removing Giant Trucks From Bridges
Gotta say I did not have "Land War With Canada" on my 2022 bingo card.
I recommend we launch the Marine invasion during the Olympic curling final, when they're all distracted
They will greet us as liberators, with flowers and Tim Horton's donuts
Don't worry, this plan has all been war-gamed out by Harvard's Best and Brightest on the Kennedy School rec room rug, with Tonka trucks and GI Joe action figures
Of course we will need a brilliant, battle-hardened Patton to lead Operation Truck Stop
triggered by, milking the rich inexhaustible comedic value of, tomay-toh, tomah-toh
My plan to clear trucks off the bridge? Announce $1 lap dances at all the Windsor titty bars. But hey don't listen to me, I didn't go to Harvard
yeah, in high school I used to change split rim truck tires at Ben Fish & Son in Sioux City. Closest thing I've experienced to a D-Day invasion. Ceiling had circle marks in it from rim pops
Hear me out on this: we should send covert CIA operatives to fund a proxy war by exploiting the long-simmering tribal tensions between the Canadian Big Rig Drivers and the Canadian Big Rig Tow Truck Drivers
Truly the Clausewitz of impotent faculty lounge rage
Today's #DavesCarIDService salutes Spring, when a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. I'm no Tennyson, and certainly no young man, but boy howdy, nothing gets my spring on more than vintage cars paired with vintage Hollywood dames.
First up, young starlets Betty Grable and Lucille Ball in Kelly Portillo's Offy-powered Gilmore Special that won the 1935 Indy 500.
Or how about Rita Haworth and her 1941 Lincoln Continental? Later, patriotic Rita would donate its rear bumper as part of a memorable photo op to promote the WW2 scrap metal campaign.
Va-va-va-voom! Two of my favorites here, a 1955 Chevy Bel Air convertible and Dorothy Malone, a decade or so after she was introduced as the bespectacled bookstore vixen in "The Big Sleep."
I don't know if I want to live in a world where our heroic civic-minded billionaire professional sports team owners are expected to pay for their own arenas
*And by "world class entertainment and shopping" we of course mean a Buffalo Wild Wings, a Five Guys, and a Washington Capitals merch store. We will also need a private jet airport and several helipads to accommodate all the anticipated throngs of international celebrities
Sit down kids, it's time we had a little #DavesCarIDService talk about... Turbonique. You see, once upon a time people thought it was a fun idea to
install a 1000 horsepower rocket powered axle in their car, like Kansas City's Roy "Mr. Pitiful" Drew, shown here after an eventful 168 mph drag strip pass in his "Black Widow" Turbonique-powered VW bug. Believe it or not, this was an ad FOR Turbonique.
Turbonique was the brainchild of raconteur Gene Middlebrooks, a Georgia Tech alum and mechanical engineer who worked at Martin-Marietta on the Pershing nuclear missile program. In his spare time he designed AP (auxiliary power) superchargers for cars that didn't rely on drive from the engine; at first electric, and then "Thermolene" (his tradename for N-propyl nitrate rocket fuel).
Those cars were semi-successful at the track, and launched a mail order but Middlebrooks decided to move on to an even crazier rocket powered product line with the Turbonique Drag Axle and thrust rocket engines for go-karts and snowmobiles. And he was happy to sell them to you by mail, in a plain brown paper box, no questions asked.
In #3, the Turbonique Drag Axle-propelled "Pegasus" 1966 Mustang of Bob Rauth & Bill Venetti; in #4, "Captain Jack" McClure shutting down TV Tommy Ivo with his 180 mph Turbonique thrust rocket go-kart.
Unfortunately Turbonique would not survive the decade thanks to a spate of lawsuits and mail fraud charges. Gene Middlebrooks would to a stretch in prison over them, and spent the remainder of his life running a small motel in Florida.
But not before crafting some of the most jaw dropping car projects of all time. My personal favorite is Zack Reynolds's 1964 "Tobacco King" Ford Galaxie 500. Reynolds was the car-crazy wildman heir to the RJ Reynolds cigarette fortune, and had the Turbonique boys install an drag axle to add an extra 1000 aft horsepower to the 500 or up front from its Latham-supercharge 427 up front. Objective: street racing.
The local constabulary cheerfully shut down a new freeway bypass around Winston-Salem NC so he could take a test drive, but it was so hairy that he seldom drove the beast ever again.
Back in my day, our moms would yell at us to turn off the TV and go play outside till it was dark. We'd hijack a few planes, maybe mail some anthrax, pop wheelies on our Stingray bikes. And no helmets either! This was considered normal, before "America" turned into Wussyland
Real Molotov throwing was by killed parents organizing Little Molotov Leagues, where the crazy Molotov dads would yell at the umps, or even berate their own kid in public for a bad throw. Whatever happened to sandlot Molotovs, and playing for the pure love of fire?
The most culturally significant musical performance on television of all time, February 9, 1964
40% of the population of the entire United States watched it. 24 hours later guitar sales went through the roof and the barber shop industry lay in ruins
The equivalent TV audience today would be 130 million, a bigger audience than the Super Bowl. On April 4, the Beatles held the #1, #2, #3, #4, and #5 places on the Billboard charts.