As some of you may have already seen on Allen's page, my new rocketship-straight-from-the-seventies Manta Montage (sort of like the “kid brother” to my old Manta Mirage) is sitting safely in his garage. There are a few more pictures of it below, but I'd like to get some real photos of it taken for various online gallery sites (as well as for Obscurephoto).
Anyway, not to sound like too much of a dirtbag, but if you're an attractive girl (and better yet, can pull off a seventies look) that's into the car, drop a line please! He's in Dallas by the way, as if you didn't already know that… Oh, and for people who are wondering, this car isn't quite as fast as my other one, which could do well over 200 mph; I'd put this roughly on par with my Porsche (or at least on par with Rachel's Porsche — mine had some work done).
Yes, you can start ranting about the international bourgeoisie now, but those cars were a series of trades and took far, far less money than you're probably guessing (never had them all at once), and was more of a big fuck you to the upper-class bastards who got traumatized every time they saw a freak step out of a car that was more elite than theirs.
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I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
- Revelations 6:7
Of the various Mexican $4 DVDs I picked up, so far the only one I've enjoyed is the Paradise Virus. I wouldn't say that it's my favorite (made for TV) movie of all time or anything, but I like this type of story a la the quote above, and I'm a fan of (former Mr. Universe) Ralf Moeller and he does a great (if over-the-top corny, but he's a far better actor than Arnold) job at his role in this film, a huge free-diver that found God at 500 feet below the ocean and started a Carribbean cult.
Anyway, getting back to the point of this entry — attractive girls, write Allen!
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