Well, joy of joys, i found this 1/24 elan in the rite aid across the street from me, where they are usually broken or just so warm on the shelf that there may be a hip-hop song about them.
so i did these three little guys, and i’m pretty okay with how they turned out considering they’re hand-painted. also, 211 is my official racing number, because 40oz’s.
das hahaha boot! mans, i was quite happy to see this little dude on the pegs. it is definitely a step up from, say, the bat, but that was awesome too so what the blue butts am i on about?
see, i’ve been hunting now about 30 years, and i personally find it violence-inspiring to see some tub-chunk balding subhuman paraquat checking out with all of the stuff. i wanted to sneak-shadow this Crabby Upward Ridiculous Tyrant out to his car and de-card his happy little s-hit.
Since my divorce and subsequent realignment with what it means to live somewhere, i have nonetheless aquired a few hw and the odd mbx.
I was wandering around and found this guy.
I figured I’d dig these out, now that I know what they are.
So, I like to take all my junk out and re-organize it here and there. Nationality, color, etc. This is a 1/39 pull-back Benz I keep in my cat’s toybox because it really goes.
...to blow on tiny cars at the time.
Hello again. I return to share what are, upon review, my less than stellar tiny-car-centric pictures from that crucible of ferrous oxide and truly advanced electrical practices, Italy.
emoticar is appropriate, for reasons. but it IS italia. suggestions are appreciated.
eh, i found a thing.
Eff you in the starter solenoid.
‘79 WHO-HA! My father’s was called Fugly; also brown, and for obvious reasons.
·Hello, I’ve been creeping around for far too long and finally decided to wade in. I have nothing fancy, but I did have this Getty Golf that I used the sander on, and Oasis Blue Rustoleum lying around. Sorry, no before pic; I just figured out how to use the phone.