Culture on the Cheap
Dragster Of Death
The day was January 31, 2008. After going for a rather length jaunt through Greenpoint, Bushwick and Bedford Stuyvesant I was finally headed home. When I reached the Rite Aid at 783 Manhattan Avenue a car caught my attention.
In fact “Old Fireball” was noticed by quite a number of people, so the owner decided to give them a show.
He revved up the engine and the resulting noise (courtesy of glasspacks) echoed down the street. People cheered. Miss Heather thought this was pretty cool.
Now jump forward to Sunday, February 11, 2008. I was walking down Gates Avenue in Bed-Stuy when I beheld this.
The only words that found their way out of my mouth were Holy Shit! If I ever find myself needing some wheels to transport me to hell, I want this bad boy.
No one ever said eternal damnation couldn’t be stylish. What’s more, it even has a radio.