The 1961 Plymouth Belvedere. It’s Got Fins

The 1961 Plymouth Belvedere. It’s Got Fins

(Fair warning. These are men, fixing cars. They don’t swear all that much for men who fix cars, but they do swear, because they’re men, fixing cars. It’s like a rule or law or something. Deal with it)

Our friends at Cold War Motors are back with more fun with old sheet metal masquerading as an automobile. Today’s version is a 1961 Plymouth Belvedere. It’s got fins. A Plymouth Belvedere is not, and never was, an exciting ride. However, it’s got fins. It’s got an acre of hood, and a hectare of trunk lid, but it takes a winch to get in and out of the back seat. But it has fins. The fins are sorta laid on their sides, and integrated into the whole megillah, but hey, they’re fins. It’s got moonshot taillights, a full eight years before any sort of moonshot worth mentioning. So there’s that. What it doesn’t have is a windshield that would keep the rain and the occasional Canada goose out of the passenger compartment. But it does have fins. Bonus points for the Carlo Rizzi windshield removal method at around 1:10. And the fins.

Tenk Fort!

Tenk Fort!

If you’re not in the know, tenk fort means “think fast” in Norwegian. Each in their own way, I think everyone in the video manages to think fast. They all seemed to decide in an instant whether to catch or not catch the objects thrown to them. Doing nothing by design is a decision, isn’t it? And deciding to do nothing in a hurry is certainly one definition of tenk fort.

However, the BSBFB would like to encourage more people need to lighten up. When a nord starts throwing fruit at you, don’t scowl and slink away. Embrace those bananas with open arms. Think of all the times you needed a banana, and didn’t have one. I bet every person has had a banana crisis of some sort. Take all the emotions from that dark period and channel them into your new outlook on life. When life give you lemons, at least catch them. You may not want to make lemonade, but it’s always handy to have a projectile to hurl back at people who throw stuff at you.

I See He Managed To Get His Shirt Off

I See He Managed To Get His Shirt Off

[Warning: Some salty language]

Remember, nothing worthwhile has ever been accomplished if you’re fully clothed. When our forefathers wrote the Declaration of Independence they must have been shirtless. They were flexing on crazy King George, and no one does that with their sweatshirt on. Little Known fact: Henry Ford used to walk the factory floor in nothing but his long johns. With the flap open. And  Edison would test every light bulb wearing only a wife-beater.

The Charge of the Light Brigade would have turned out much differently if they ditched the redcoats. They were fighting Russians, who are still the world authority on shirtless horseback assaults. The Nazis would probably have won WWII if Churchill didn’t attend Yalta in a banana hammock and a bowler hat.

Anyways, our friends in the video holding their own little plywood Olympics aren’t quite riding into the valley of death, but you’ll notice they did much better shirtless. Remember, never give up, never surrender. Until you do. But keep that shirt off!

I Think He Needs More Drums

I Think He Needs More Drums

If he just gets one more tom tom he could totally do YYZ — not that anyone would want him to. Besides, he would most likely spontaneously combust from the sheer awesomeness of it, or perish in a bizarre gardening accident.

I can’t feel sorry for him though. He knew the risks going in. Rock and roll is a mercurial multi-headed fire-breathing mistress in a tube top. He should play it smart. He needs to ditch the drums in favor of a nice bassoon. You never hear about bassoon players getting into any trouble or bursting into flames onstage. They never get untoward publicity from trashing a hotel room, because hotel rooms are expensive. Bassoon players stay at the Motel 6, and everything is bolted to the floor, and the walls are made from concrete blocks.