Ultimate Roadtrip: booked.

a fucking muntz?!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!

In that condition, with a price tag of 18K!

[Fern]

a fucking muntz?!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[Tyrone Biggums]

This has been a real treat to read. Excellent pics and narration to boot. I knew not being able to go did not exactly mean I would miss out completely. Very, very cool. Thanks for sharing this.

[SS Junk]

Done. Thanks!

[46Tbird]

I'm pretty sure every highway picture we got has the Mustang in it. Or worse... us.

How about this?

[SS Junk]

Do you by chance have a high res of this... without the car in it?

Would love to use it for a new desktop background.

[CJ]

awesome. awesome. I like this.

It's a Muntz Jet. Ugly as shit, kind of like an upside down bathtub with bus bumpers. But it is rare (500ish built) and fast (Cadillac 331 with 2x4 carbs). The earliest ones were built by Frank Kurtis, which our man Strychnine will approve.

I found out what that ugly pink Nash four-door was at the junkyard too. It's a 1957 Rambler Rebel, which was the quickest and fastest production sedan made in 1957. In fact, it was faster than everything except a Corvette. Super rare too.

Kick ass on the Rebel!

I'm taking a break. This is a shitload of uploading and coordinating.

We get into the North Rim of the Grand Canyon area, and there must have recently been a huge forst fire. Thousands upon thousands of acres of trees are burned, with just their scorched trunks left standing. It was surreal and creepy.






Then we were at the North Rim. Quite spectacular. My first time to see the Grand Canyon, it is quite a bit more impressive than Palo Duro, to say the least. We finish up here, and realize we don’t have time to make the Meteor Crater outside Winslow, so we head east past it, to Holbrook, Arizona. Danny sees a Double Rainbow and starts to cry. We get to The Wigwam Motel, an old staple of Route 66, and after a carnival failure, crash for the night.

[46Tbird]

It's a Muntz Jet. Ugly as shit, kind of like an upside down bathtub with some gnarly bus bumpers bolted to it. But it is rare (500ish built) and fast (Cadillac 331 with 2x4 carbs). The earliest ones were built by Frank Kurtis, which our man Strychnine will approve.

I found out what that ugly pink Nash four-door was at the junkyard too. It's a 1957 Rambler Rebel, which was the quickest and fastest production sedan made in 1957. In fact, it was faster than everything except a Corvette. Super rare too.




It wasn't really disco, it was a '70s ballad... which is worse actually. The BeeGees "Too Much Heaven." LMGDAO.

We get out of there(at the speed limit)and find a town on the border of Arizona with a badass shoe store.



Then Danny found this VERY rare car as we were approaching the North Rim. I'll let him explain it.

We found this weird little motel under construction made out all all old train cars. Some were finished inside, or were being remodeled. Looked cool; I’d stay there.









We’re blasting down the road through Panguitch, Utah, when Danny slams on the brakes and pulls off the road, with me confused. “I’m getting pulled over.” Much of that story can be seen in play by play format here ------------------------- http://www.dfwmustangs.net/forums/sh...&referrerid=38
. What we left out, was the Officer was jamming the BeeGees while writing Danny the ticket for 75 in a 65(knocked down from 69). Not what you want to encounter a long ways from home; a shady small town sheriff with an affection for disco who asks you to come sit in the front seat with him.

Day Six: North Rim of the Grand Canyon. This day was a lot of driving. The motel staff was awesome, and I couldn’t tell if it was two joints or two hand rolled cigarettes sitting next to the female proprietors cup of coffee. Very friendly town and people. We head out with Danny at the wheel, and come across this sort of junkyard/car collection on the side of the road. At this point we’re off a main Interstate again, and on a 2 lane freeway(as we did for a ton of this trip. We tried to avoid Interstates at all costs). There is this cute German girl and her boyfriend also walking around. I’m almost done looking, and I notice I am about to walk directly into a very stern and pissed off dog who is not pleased with my transgression of being in his presence. Apparently Danny has the same aversion to junkyard dogs as I do his nocturnal driving skills, and I held my ground as the dog growled, and I continued on in his territory, daring him to actually go for it. Thank god the owner didn’t yell, ”Chopper, sick balls!” He was right at that height, and right there next to me with plenty of chain left to chase. I firmly make my way around him, and as soon as I am out of sight, he goes batshit, of course. Danny rerouted and went around. LOL We thank the owner(many of his cars had “No Trespassing!” spray painted on them)and take back off.

[46Tbird]

We didn't get pics of probably 99% of the aircraft there. I am an airplane nut and was completely flipping out. Our time there was short but it was one of my favorite stops on the trip.