Betties, we ride!

What exactly does a Magnificent Vajazzled Valkyrie tool around on between Cans of Ghandi? 

For your consideration.

 '07 Honda Valkyrie Rune

Something hot and powerful beneath me....

Title caught you, didn't it?  I'll admit to needing something hot and powerful beneath me, but it's not what you think, ya perv.  Don't get me wrong, I like riding a Big O tidal wave as much as the next girl, but I'm talking about cars.  This chick really digs cars.  Fast cars.  Muscle cars.  Classic cars.  I've got butterflies fluttering away in my middle right now just thinking about the rumble of a powerful car beneath me.  Oh yeah, I'm a total slut for a hot car.

Actually it started with cars, but has since grown to include trucks, SUVs and motorcycles.  I love the artistry involved in auto mechanics, but I especially love a vehicle that performs.  Some are built for strength, some for speed and some just for the sexy of it all.

There's nothing like driving a beautiful powerful car as it responds to your every demand.  The delicious anticipation as you let the clutch out and know that it wants it as bad as you do.  It's a harmonious dance of woman and machine.  Each stroke of the shift stick the excitement builds, tensions increase, waiting and wanting that heavenly release.  All five senses heightened and engaged.

Oh God, the sweet beautiful synergy of it all.

The new retro muscle cars have me lusting my little heart out.  I adore the current trend in automotive engineering that has them paying homage to the first generations.  These new muscle cars are as hot as their ancestors but with a very now edge.

Now, some porn that makes me pop a girl boner...

'69 Boss Mustang

'71 Mach 1 Mustang

'07 Shelby Mustang

'08 Mustang Bullitt

   

'67 Camaro SS

'68 Camaro

'10 Camaro

      

Sexy in Silver

 

'70 Challenger

Then and Now

'10 Challenger Convertible

'70 Barracuda

Barracuda Concept Car

Barracuda Concept Car

Zoolander by Wahoo

One of Mr. Wahoo's video/art projects.

Couch Trip

Is there anything better than the imagination of a 4 year old?  My sweet little niece has one of the greatest imaginations I've ever seen.  She's constantly coming up with new games for us to play.

The other day we were playing spaceship.  She had built the spaceship out of a throw blanket and some pillows from the couch.  Then she became the pilot, and I, her passenger.  We went to the moon where we found a lovely little baby penguin.  Then we traveled on, cruising around the galaxy finding fun and adventure.  One planet, whose name sounded awfully close to "Jewel", was for swimming - it even had a water slide.

Then she became the flight attendant, and I began asking her questions.  Her answers usually came quickly, rarely did she stop to mull things over. 

Auntie:  What should we do in case of an emergency?

Sweet Little Niece:  Get out of your seats and panic.

God, I love that kid!

Volunteered By Proxy

I volunteer a good chunk of my time on various community projects, and Chalk Walk is a community event that I plan each year.  I'm afraid that poor Mr. Wahoo is volunteered by proxy.  I'm always "asking" him to pitch in to round out whatever event I've got going on.  When Chalk Walk comes around I shamelessly take advantage of his artistic endeavors for my own charitable gains.

Last year, Chalk Walk was the kick off celebration for our county's bicentennial and the 40th Anniversary of the original Woodstock concert in Bethel, NY.  The participating artists were asked to create something that celebrated either or both of these events. Mr. Wahoo chose to do a portrait of Jimi Hendrix, a personal idol of his.

He started this portrait the night before, working for about an hour by lantern light. Since this was his first time attempting a chalk rendering, he was a tad nervous and spent a lot of time on mental preparations.  He was really concerned with not being able to execute his vision.

I have a very hard time finding artists for this event because they're afraid of the medium.  It doesn't matter how hard I stress the fun factor, they just don't seem interested.  I give my man lots of kudos for volunteering his time and talent, working so hard to create something interesting for the public and for taking on an unusual medium out of his comfort levels and artistic experience.  

That's 6'9" of coiled Wahoo.  He was a hurtin' mess the next day!

The day of the event he spent about 5 hours working while the occasional passerby would make inquiries about his subject.  He was asked if he was drawing Michael Jackson, John Coltrane or Miles Davis. We even had one ask if it was Dr. King. The oddball guesses were not deterred by the J-I-M-I spelled out down the right side.

At a certain point he hated it.  That's when I knew it, and he, was finished.

I had Mr. Wahoo pose with his chalk masterpiece to give an idea of scale. I believe Jimi was 6'x4' when all was said and done.

Finished product. 

Biggest lessons learned about sidewalk chalk art was to bring paint brushes to help smooth out and blend the chalk. Mr. Wahoo didn't have finger prints for about a week afterward. Another good tip is to bring something to kneel or sit on.  That sidewalk is hard, but whatta trooper!

 Oh Edward, how you glitter in the sunlight.

This year's Chalk Walk didn't have a theme.  We just let people do what it was they wanted to do while stressing "family friendly event".  Mr. Wahoo chose to draw Edward of the Twilight movies.  The newest movie was being released the following week, and he figured this would be a no brainer and a biggie with the kids.

Keeping with the myth created by Stephenie Meyer he even made Edward sparkle in the sunlight.  The effect was absolutely incredible. 

What do you think?  Who do you think this is?

Drawing a popular actor and character didn't deter the oddball guessing.  This year we heard a lot of James Dean and Marlon Brando remarks.  Even the local paper printed that his portrait did resemble a young Marlon Brando.  They also attributed my quotes to the local librarian and credited her for organizing the event.  Seriously. Some days you win, some days you lose. Some days you fantasize about blowing it all up, burning it down and roasting marshmallows in the aftermath.  Some days...

My neighbor's 75 year old aunt was the hero of the day by remarking "I know who that is, that's obviously Robert Pattinson."  I turned to Mr. Wahoo and said "See it's not you, it's them.  It's usually them.  Why do we even listen to them?"

Thanks, Aunt Judy! 

My Wahoo with his chalk portrait of a glittery teen idol. 

A Time to Learn

A few weeks back I organized a Chalk Walk event for a local town. The event is real simple and can be a lot of fun. You get some professional artists, amateur artists, people who just fiddle with drawings and children together to create a canvas of creativity that runs up one side of the street and down the other. This town happens to be quite small so the event takes up it's entire Main Street.

While walking the chalk gallery and taking promotional photos I found this incredible exhibit that stopped me in my tracks. Children have such a profound way about them. I wish we could pass a law that said all the suits in Washington (this goes for State gov't too) had to spend some time on a playground with a bunch of kids each week. They would have to ask the children questions about world problems, but frame them in a non-threatening manner. These politicians should then have to consider the advice given while formulating a coarse of action. It's their world we're screwing up so maybe they should have a say now, not later when it's our mess they'll be mopping up.