Tales of Tucson

Look At This Fucking Guy

I saw this shit on Country Club and Glenn in Tucson this week…

rat-car

So many questions.  I’m googling or guessing at answers…

Q: What the hell is “My Rat” on the license plate?  Is this Willard’s pet car?

A:  From the Google:  A rat is a “fake” hotrod in the style of a 1920’s-40’s car made out of modern-day bullshit fiberglass and leftover sheet metal.  Sounded like it was powered by a 5 HP toro motor.  At first I wasn’t sure if he was driving down the street or mowing a lawn.

Q: What’s wrong with his tail lights?

A: They were not car lights — the taillights on my  bicycle powered with 2 AAA batteries put out 10 times as much light as this “rat light.” They were slightly flashing — but weren’t even powerful enough to give the most sensitive epileptic a seizure.

Q: What the hell is that bent piece of metal that is sticking over the back left tire?

A:  You tell me — that’s what comments are for.

Q: What are those two things hanging down from the trailer hitch?

A: Looks like his wife took his balls out of the drawer and threw them on the back of his “rat rod.”

Q: If those are balls swinging behind his car, where’s his dick?

A: Mr. Bobbit I presume?

Q: Why would anybody drive a vehicle like this in public?

A: To get everybody to turn their heads, point and say:  “Look at this fucking guy.”

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