Last weekend I went camping in the Catskills for a buddy’s bachelor party, and on my way to the campsite I spotted what looked like rocket ships tricked out to look like 1950s custom cars. The artist who created these custom culture works of art is Steve Heller, and you can find his shop on route 28 in Boiceville, New York. If you’re in the area, it’s worth the trip to check out the sculptures and Steve’s custom-car inspired furniture.
We don’t have Honey Badger in the USA, and thank goodness we don’t! Watch this clip from my favorite non-fiction TV show, TopGear, to see why a beast with such a sweet sounding name is in fact quite scary.
Earlier I posted about my interest in buying a new car, in particular a Saturn Sky. Dave wrote in to suggest I get a vintage Honda Forza scooter instead. I have to admit it looks cool and futuristic — a 1950s vision of the future.
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At least once a week I start shopping for a new car. My Honda Accord’s maintenance bills are up around the $2000 a year mark, and at that point its probably time for a new one.
My 4 considerations in buying a car: 1) cost, 2) does it look cool (mid life Chrysler), 3) the gas milage, and 4) will I fit in it.
So far I’ve considered the BMW Z4 (over $40K), the new Honda Accord (reliable, but milage isn’t awesome and how about those maintenance bills), the new Nissan Altima (fast, high-marks, decent milage, but my last Altima fell apart after 3 years), the Mitsubishi Spider (fast, pretty), the Hybrid Civic (small interior), the Prius (small interior, no power) and the Ford Escape Hybrid (small interior, believe it or not).
So why the Saturn?
It’s American. Maybe it’s time to give American car makers a little support. My Honda was made in America, but the money went back to Japan.
The milage is okay: 25-28 highway depending on what website you read.
I looks incredible — to me at least.
No space for baby seats.
It isn’t that expensive. Between $24-28 K, plus I get a 10% discount through work (I finally found a perk for where I work).
Two pints of Yuengling Porter (link) + one episode of Top Gear + Zig Ziglar = a night full of dreams about women and cars.
The story starts at home with a dinner of chicken tenders, an apple and two pints of Porter. After dinner entertainment was found on BBC America: the episode of TopGear (the greatest non-fiction television program ever — I’ll explain this at another time) where Clarkson showcases the Jaguar XKR. Then to the computer room to load Zig Ziglar on my iPod (and download Knoppix and Gnoppix, answer emails). Zig Ziglar is a motivational speaker (goals, etc). I dream when I drink, the XKR is undoubtedly the most beautiful automobile in its price range, and Zig’s telling me to set goals, which brings me to my dreams…
In my dream I bought a XKR silver convertible, and presented it to every woman I’ve ever loved (key: not lusted for — that would be a very long dream). Without fail, each woman questioned my rational for buying such an expensive vehicle ($95K before haggling), I lied to each of them about the price (said it was in the mid $30K range), but most importantly each woman absolutely loved the car — each woman complimented the car on its beauty and gleefully went for a ride. There, presented for you, a dream by a man with fully-formed frontal lobes; a dream that presents the true purpose of dreaming: to exercise mind through scenarios based on your perceived needs and desires. The mammalian/hunter brain running scenarios and scripts at night; testing, predicting and preparing your mind for the real life.
I would love to possess a Jaguar XKR, and it wouldn’t be a bad thing if women loved me for it.
