Being in the old car hobby for 99% of my lifetime, one of the stupidest god damn things I've seen is this Rockabilly/greaser/wop look alike fad. I see these stupid sonsa bitches at the car shows, treating the car show like it's a fucking runway fashion show on Madison Ave. in New York City. This is almost as bad as the assholes who dressup like a 1940s gas station attendant complete with 8 pointed cap and do nothing but wander around the flea market without buying a damn thing.
Get over yourself you wanna be Marilyn Monroe, you can't hide that pouch of cottage cheese around your waist nor can you hide the fact your ass looks like 50 lbs of chewed up bubblegum- same with the chinese lettering inked on the back of your neck- that's not vintage! the inkage is a leftover from the previous fad she was into I reckon.
It's all of a sudden cool for women to look like a tattooed Donna Reed and the guys to look like an even douchier version of the Fonz.
It's mandatory to get a 1954 Plymouth Savoy or some other equally obscure/worthless 4dr sedan and put red rims with a black primered body and mexican blanket upholstery. This right here gives those of us who drove cars in black primer years before this horseshit started a bad name by lumping us into the same crowd as the vitalis hair and white tshirt crowd.
Thank Xenu the rat rod fad is starting to die off as the rat rod BS helped incubate the rockabilly, when this rockabilly clusterfuck dies I'm having a kegger just so I can drink enough beer to saturate the rockabilly grave with piss. Twice. Or more.
Addendum- Add this Fawning over Bettie Page and the retro furniture fad. Nevermind, that's fodder for another wonderful and thought provoking post here at the thingsatrandomblog.
------No photo is going to be posted as I have trouble finding one that's even more lame than the next. They all equally suck. If I posted a photo some other rockabilly girl would start crying that she didn't get picked and in the process her makeup that she applied with a drywall trowel would start running. We simply can not allow that to happen here.----------
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Got the thirst for a beer standing in the non ferrous line.
I haul a fair amount of scrap metals as a sideline operation to my 2 primary jobs.
If you've ever made a trip to the scrap metal yard you know there's an eclectic mix of people from all walks of life- fine upstanding citizens such as myself all the way down to the hobo living in the woods.
The other day I hauled a load of non ferrous metals to my local preferred yard, After offloading my scrap transporting vehicle, I got in the line to the scale and noticed some douchebag with a brass mailbox. That's it. And the fucking thing was sheet brass with aluminum rivets!
During the course of conversation Mailbox boy stated he figured the box would bring about $10 and that was OK by him as he wanted some beer. I told him he'd be lucky to get $3 for the piece of shit to which he disagreed. Rule #1 never argue with a seasoned scrapper aka metal recycler if you're one of these politically correct stiffnecks. our hands are carefully calibrated scales able to detect with a few ounces what something will weigh. That comes only from experience and longevity in the business.
Back to the mailbox- he gets to the scale, the scale guy starts laughing and asks where the rest of his load is. "That's all I got and it was hard to carry that on my bike" was dumbasses reply.
Long story short Einstein chimpsout because the mailbox only brought $1.75. Serves his ass right.
So what does this have to with my rant blog? Simple. I was pressed for time and these fucking wannabe's are always in my way when I go to the non ferrous side of the yard. I think scrapyards aka metal recyclers should have two lines, one for us seasoned scrappers who bring in an average of 3-4 tons a month and another for dipshits with only one or two things. A fair comparison would be the express lane and the normal checkout lanes at your local grocerterias.
If you've ever made a trip to the scrap metal yard you know there's an eclectic mix of people from all walks of life- fine upstanding citizens such as myself all the way down to the hobo living in the woods.
The other day I hauled a load of non ferrous metals to my local preferred yard, After offloading my scrap transporting vehicle, I got in the line to the scale and noticed some douchebag with a brass mailbox. That's it. And the fucking thing was sheet brass with aluminum rivets!
During the course of conversation Mailbox boy stated he figured the box would bring about $10 and that was OK by him as he wanted some beer. I told him he'd be lucky to get $3 for the piece of shit to which he disagreed. Rule #1 never argue with a seasoned scrapper aka metal recycler if you're one of these politically correct stiffnecks. our hands are carefully calibrated scales able to detect with a few ounces what something will weigh. That comes only from experience and longevity in the business.
Back to the mailbox- he gets to the scale, the scale guy starts laughing and asks where the rest of his load is. "That's all I got and it was hard to carry that on my bike" was dumbasses reply.
Long story short Einstein chimpsout because the mailbox only brought $1.75. Serves his ass right.
So what does this have to with my rant blog? Simple. I was pressed for time and these fucking wannabe's are always in my way when I go to the non ferrous side of the yard. I think scrapyards aka metal recyclers should have two lines, one for us seasoned scrappers who bring in an average of 3-4 tons a month and another for dipshits with only one or two things. A fair comparison would be the express lane and the normal checkout lanes at your local grocerterias.
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