Saturday 8 October 2011

Les adventures absurde avec le super-cool ELECTRIC CITICAR!

Made of the finest Bristol Board and apple cores around.

Insert joke here


Wink!



I swear I saw sparks when we wedged it in.


Worst.  Lane.  Ever.

Mere moments before Chopper was unleashed.

Fortunately for us, 'wedge' is both a noun and a verb.
  Yesterday was an adventure (we'll use that word for now) and I knew it was gonna be.  Dance had this Electric Citicar dealio tucked away in someone's garage for a few years, but it had to be moved.  So we moved it.  He picked the thing (pronouceable as 'shittycar' in Korean, by the way) up in California I believe, and the 'car' is a sight to behold.  Built in the 70's, it looks like something out of a shitty 70's sci-fi flic, or somewhere where one might find a crane operator sitting.
  The little bastard barely fit onto the trailer.  But it did.  Then, for some reason, we found ourselves in the most ominous laneway on earth, behind a decrepit warehouse in the worst part of the red-light district.  The eccentric old hippie, who lives in said warehouse, was nowhere to be found, in spite of our best efforts at  pebble-throwing and dumpster-assisted window-knocking.  I wasn't looking forward to getting the car onto the second floor by means of  'tilting it on its side' in a freight elevator.  Things got really adventuresome when the grumpy homeless guys that live in a shipping container (so therefore not technically homeless) down the lane came over to see what the all the racket was about.  Crusty Dude #1 had a large fucking dog, and he launched it at us (Chopper, sic balls!), all snapping jaws and foam. We barely made it into the car with our nuts intact, and sped away as fast as you can speed away while towing another car.  We did this as Crusty Dude #2 was busy leaning through the window of the Citicar, mumbling in French about how the trailer was stolen and that the feds were on the way.
  Onto plan B, we jammed the wedge into my garage, after some artful boat moving, and when we were done, Jakey swung from a tree and tried to fart into my mouth.

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