I Don't Know Where They Got The Motor, But I Know How They Emptied The Beer Crate

Great Moments In Borderline Sociopathic Behavior: Crazy; Excited; Taking A Lot Of Vitamin Pills

I'd be the toughest guy in a motorcycle gang comprised of Rob Petrie's dentist and Hank Kimball, too.

Someone Hired A Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Approved Groundskeeper

British racing green: The hedge shaped like a Formula 1 car

I Could Do That

Of course, I'd have to wear a Depends, not a Speedo, but I could do it. Gravity does not play favorites, after all.



The Stari Most -- the old bridge-- in the city of Mostar in Bosnia-Herzegovina. The bridge was really ancient, but it got blown up in the recent unpleasantness that busted up Yugoslavia into shards. Glad to see they put the bridge back together, and something other than mortar shells falls into the river again.

The BSBFB Advises Letting This Fellow Play Through

It Takes BSBFB-Grade Nerve To Put On A Leather Hat And Fly A Lawnmower With Wings And Machine Guns

The Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome

If I Were Twelve, I Would So Want One Of These

I don't recall having $2800 lying around when I was in grade school, though. Alas, I was cursed to go out in the sunshine, and eventually even talked to a real, live, girl.

Life Before Ritalin

The Discerning BSBF Boy Shuns NASCAR, But Will Attend A Rodeo

Refreshments are served.

Well, I've Made My Mark In This World. I'll Be Remembered Darn Near Forever

Forever, or until dad needs firewood. Whatever comes first.

If James Bond Had A Paper Route...

Attention: This Is Not The Proper Way To Test Bulletproof Glass

It is, however, the proper way to choose a prospective wife. This one's up for anything, apparently. A keeper.

Raiders Of The Hollywood Cliche

Hollywood isn't out of ideas. They never had any.

I Doubt Ed Big Daddy Roth Is The Most Important Man In The Universe

But in our galaxy? Most certainly.

Set aside an hour-fifteen and see where 93.7 percent of the pop culture touchstones of the last three-quarters of a century came from.



"My whole life I felt like a weirdo. But you made being a weirdo kool. Thank you!"

Mario Kart

There are sports figures that encapsulate eras. They bring their sport to prominence even among casual observers. Not many people can get non-fans to pay attention. Fewer still get them interested enough to continue to pay attention to a sport after they're gone.

Mario Andretti was like that. He raced all sorts of things for decades, but when he won the Indianapolis 500 in 1969, it was a kind of apogee of open-wheel racing. He made people who weren't interested in it, interested in it.

Those cars were just go-karts with massive engines on them. A blast to drive, and dangerous. True danger confronted in a pack is compelling.

Then the wings showed up. Open wheel racing is more popular than ever now, of course. Trace it back to Mario amidst the cornfields. But it's just an exercise in aerodynamic fiberglass design now.

Our Internet friend Joan of Argghh sent along this link to a manufacturer offering to put the world right again, and put the wings back on the back of 1992 Civics with tinted windows where they belong. Behold, the BSBFB offers: The F1- 67 for sale by Stuart Taylor Limited.

Buy two; they're small.

BSBFB Approved

Jake's Chop Shop in Tempe, Arizona got it goin' on. His custom hot-rod furniture makes him a kind of Ralph Lauren for home furnishings, only substitute Betty Page for Ralph and Purgatory for your home.

All The Best Authors Are Oyster Pirates

Or maybe all the best oyster pirates are authors. I dunno.

Thread-Stripping Wonder In A Box

I can see the marketing meeting now:
OK. It's boys, see? Call it a PowerMatic. Say PowerMatic a lot. Automatic Power. Powerful Automatic. Throw a few extra PowerMatics in the voice over. Little bastards will never know what hit them.

Don't Fear The Brown- Eyed Stairway To Teen Spirit In The Wind

There Is Inspiration. There Is Brilliance. And Sometimes -- Genius

The Family That Hurls Things At Imaginary Castle Walls Together, Stays Together

The Agony Of Defeat Looks Like It Hurts

But it still looks preferable to figure skating or Joe Frazier beating the hell out of you.

It's A Robot That Shoots Arrows!

Mom! That robot is shooting arrows!



A robot! Shooting arrows! A arrow-shooting robot! Arrows! A robot!

Ahhrzzy!

At first you wonder why that kid is hiding behind that big checkerboard treetrunk.



I hope he got a chance to bite the head off a chocolate bunny eventually. He earned it.

Spider Sense Tingling...

...demonstrating homemade wrist-mounted flamethrower inside a closed garage with a car in it...



... kinda dusty in there, I think I feel a sneeze coming on...

The Famous 'Reverse' Hamster Maneuver With Motorcycle

Bring a friend!

Honorary Borderline Boys of the Day

The members of the Westside Motorcycle Club of Eugene, Oregon are our Honorary Borderline Sociopaths of the day. At least the membership in 1938:



Here's something you'll never hear nowadays: Let's get a ladder and a motorcycle and head out onto Route 99! Don't worry, we're wearing cloth hats!