Pitpass is reporting that Chuckles, here…
…will be sodding the heck off at re-election time in October.
I can only assume that he has taken a look at my previous post and has decided that, well, it’s just not worth it. Then again, maybe something else gave him the message…
Which is all good, but Im not 100% convinced. He’s trotted out the same line before and that turned out to be a pile of, ah, cobblers.
Ube crossed ’till Jyugatsu!
I have avoided using profanity in either of my blogs, because when written, it seems a cheap way of getting your point across. That said, the antics, blathering, arrogance, bullying, manipulation and jerk-headedness of Max Mosley over the past few years have reduced me to violent fits of Tourette’s like carry-on behind the keyboard more and more frequently.
For some informed commentary, Joe Saward’s excellent blog and Pitpass are worth a visit.
Lest I conclude a post without pictures…
First he partied with the leydies…
Woohoo! Go Spanky!
Then he got angry. Grrr.
Then he got shouty and pointy. Which really hasnt helped anybody.
Hopefully tomorrow I can post that he is gone. But probably not.
So, Max – Go Away. Please.
Our homeboy, Big Boss Okuyama san, of Shelby’s No.20 has achieved yet more fame, this time in El Publishing’s T Shirts Book…
…& because I am a cheesy git, I had him sign my copy.
Picked up a nice new hat at the same time.
Even the Shelby’s till receipt is cool. Ahhh… details.
Also, something entertaining in the Harley Davidson section of the T Shirts Book – check out the dude in the middle in the white shirt:
Yep. His Daddy rides a Harley.
Oh well. Be proud of who you are, I guess.
Words worth reading from Dickie Meadon are over at Drivers Republic.
…of cash, then I’d be surprised that you would be reading this.
But you might like to know that the Greenwood Corvette…
…could be traded for some of that wedge in August.
I pinched the image and got the lowdown from Sports Car Digest.
…but wasnt invited anyway.
Every fool and his or her pet have posted re Ken Block’s Gymkhana 2 video, but I figured that I may as well, just to say “Crikey”. I followed the instructions and resisted any temptation to go out and purchase DC product after viewing. Wasnt too difficult. I prefer Vans. But nice vid.
As it is not polite to post without some sort of image, here’s some comedy from the car park of the Coco’s family feedbag up the road from ‘ome.
I threatened several months ago, after posting a shot of a fine Nissan Gloria that I’d taken a fancy to, to post some more stuff from Flyrat in Minami Machida. A visit to Flyrat this past week has spurred me into some form on action. Wot ho!
Also a few months ago at Flyrat, I saw an Hakosuka GT-R being unloaded from a flatbed. This was my second spotting of an Hakosuka in the metal (the first was a few minutes before my first F40 experience, but that is another issue entirely).
This week’s little bit of specialness was a resto project, all set for some grinding:
Like the graceful ageing of a voluptuous starlet (no – not a Toyota). Or maybe Im getting carried away…
Next up will be a selection of some other Skylines Ive seen here. Then Hachirokus, then track cars, then…
Last time we were at Shelby’s No.20, Big Boss Okuyama san mentioned that his muscle car buddies have a bit of a carpark gathering on the third Sunday of each month. Then winter arrived & standing about in a car park didnt seem too appealing.
Well, now it’s spring. There are many reasons why I like spring, being the lead in to summer being the main one, but now I have a new one.
Not Mopar, nor Muscle, but on a sunny Sunday, a beach buggy gives a fellow funny ideas. Okuyama san seems quite fond of it.
After pointing us toward the farty yellow machine, Okuyama san peeled back some of the covers on car looking shapes in the shop car park…
If I had a ’68 Challenger, I’d probably park it next to a ’69 Charger too…
I mentioned to the missus that we need a car like this. Usually she wastes no time in discouraging my potentially fiscally irresponsible flights of fancy, but Im not convinced that I didnt see a smile and a slight nod. So Im taking that as agreement that in a year with an aka-chan on the way that I should be figuring out some way to own a black 1969 Dodge Charger, or at least some sort of automobile from this era with a Hemi V8…
…like a 1970 Roadrunner fer instance.
The first guest car to arrive also had a live axle.
Meh. But the owner was cool. Same colourway (!) as Okuyama san’s ’68 Shelby GT500. At least Roush gets rid of the cart suspension when they hop up the new ones. Unlike Shelby…
This was the next arrival. Word!
The interior of this car was pretty mint, so here’s a better look at the seats…
We heard this GTX some time before we saw it.
This would be such a badass machine to see thundering past on a Japanese expressway.
The Valiant in the background arrived just after the GTX. Check out that stance!
Flex Support indeed.
This Valiant is pretty much perfect.
I had “if that car was for sale and I had the money…” thoughts about every car here, except the Mustang, but this car, well.
Watashi wa infatuated desu.
Sometimes Japan is just like every other auto obsessed nation.
Couldnt finish without including Okuyama san’s killer office kei-van.
Just a taster, because they were closed yesterday, so I could only get snap happy from the outside.
When I saw this on the way past on Route 16, I thought “Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh”. Then “Oh-oh”. & stuff.
The weather forecast for hare weather ashita, so come come gogo ni-ji, when the sunlight is daijobu, Im there!
But cool and accompanied by some tasty jp can coffee all the same.
Combini vigilant Mike Garrett at Speedhunters posted about these a week or so ago, so I have now fallen under the spell of Boss canned coffee. I would even buy it now without the sweet Super GT plastic kitchen table-abouts on the top.
One red can gits you a Choro-Q sized GT-R, NSX or that ugly Toyota thing…
Here are four of the five smaller Nissans. Had to visit a couple more combini for the Hoshino car.
But did manage to track it down,so all is good in this hood.
Here are the other small versions. So you could even go and buy the non-Nissans. If you wanted to. For some reason.
If you purchase yourself a twin pack of gold cans (they all taste the same to me), you get a 1.64 plastic cat-baiter. Only two of each marque, one in test (non) livery and a warpaint version.
Flash!
Must be something sneaky in that coffee – feeling a bit thirsty…
kirameki san experiences sustained loss of traction 