Super Dave's Land Boat

This is Super Dave's Land Boat, aka a 1976 Brougham.

Dave had this car while he lived in Aldergrove, B.C.

His driver side window had been smashed by some punks so he retro-fitted it with a solid piece of plexi-glass. But because he sealed it up, he couldn't roll it down, nor open the driver door.

He worked nights and, every morning when he was done his welding shift, he'd head to the Wendy's drive-thru. But because his driver side window didn't open he had to BACK through the drive-thru. His farm/rural upbringing allowed him to easily maneuver the Land Boat through the narrow lane using his mirrors. But the funny thing was that he wound up facing the person behind him in line. So imagine the awkward looks he'd get from the person behind him. So there he is, waiting at the window for his food, staring at the person behind him. Very unnerving for the other guy. Then he'd slide over the bench seat to the passenger window, pay the dinger in the drive-thru window, get his food and back into traffic.

Sweet.

1984 Rabbit Convertible

Above the Rabbit as a Pizza Car. (Scrappers pick it up and give me $20 for it; I buy a pizza.)

Below its glory days as a float.

Here's my 84 Rabbit Convertible. (I finally didn't have to cut the roof off of a car.)

These shots came from Steinbach's annual Pioneer Day parade. I had just opened a restaurant called Not Edgar's. (It had been Edgar's for 42 years and I assumed that everyone would just call it Not Edgars anyway so I beat them to the punch.) The restaurant was a miserable failure but if my parade float was any indication, it certainly shouldn't have been.

I purchased this green fabric the night before and fashioned a 'curtain rod' out of conduit to encircle the car. It worked fairly well until the fabric got caught under one of the rear wheels - just after this picture was taken - and pulled the skirt off.

Notice the giant cheeseburger on the top of the car. Complete with tomatoe, cheese and lettuce. After the parade someone stole the cheeseburger off of my car. I never did find it, nor did it ever turn up anywhere.

1976 Honda Civic Wagon

This is my 76 Honda Civic four door wagon. It was the second of two identical ones. I don't remember what happened to the first one. The top picture is me and my friend Harvard Jameson Bergen - you can see Frosty hamming it up inside the car.

On the bottom photo its me with Frosty and Nails. We're outside the Perkins @ Polo Park in Winnipeg.

As you can see, I had once again painted 2 SPORTS GUYS on the car. Nothing like a little advertising for a cable access show.

This car was famous not so much for how it lived but for how it died. For about a month I could feel the CV joint was slowly going. I knew it was only a matter of time before it disintegrated completely so I was prepared for the ultimate break down. I was driving north on Pembina Highway towards confusion corner when the gear completely stripped. I coasted into the parking lot at confusion corner and came to a stop. The irony being that the car continued to run - and quite well I might add. My first decision was to leave the car running - I wasn't going someone else use the gas or let it go to waste; keep in mind I'd only ever put $5 at a time in but I still had some principles.

Then I took my backpack - like I said I had prepared for this moment - and took out a screw driver. I took out my stereo which I had installed under the dash with a pair of pipe clamps and drywall screws and put it in my backpack. Then I popped out the speakers which I had set into a temporary back dashboard - read piece of plywood - and stuffed them into my backpack as well. I took off all my keys save the one in the ignition and walked away, leaving the car running.

A few days later I got a call from the tow truck company - they had tracked me down through my license plates - and they told me I owed them a couple of hundred bucks; for the tow and the subsequent storage. I told them I didn't want the car back and that I wouldn't pay them. That first conversation the "woman" from the towing company was rather nice. As the phone calls continued though, she got more and more beligerent. Finally a man came on the phone and swore at me and told me I had to pick up the car. I laughed and hung up.

A few times after that I'd drive by to see if my car was still there. It stayed there for quite a while until one day it was gone.

1976 Volare

In 1995 (I think) the city of Winnipeg decided to save the Jets. So it only made sense that I cut the roof of my Volare and use it as propaganda for the 2 Sports Guys show. It's not like I didn't want the Jets to stay - I did - I just thought I could also promote the show while doing right by the city and the team. So I cut the roof off - at dusk, the sparks look cool - and we got some signs and drove it down to the arena. The Jets were obviously not playing in summer but the Bombers were so we chose game day for them. Then we got people to sign the car - it was a roving petition. Then we drove the car up to city hall during a subsequent protest.

Funny thing about the Jets' protests. They always happened during the day which meant that the people who attended didn't have jobs. So obviously they didn't have two nickels to rub together, i.e. couldn't afford tickets to games. No wonder they left for Phoenix.