Dead end

Wow. I just fell in love with a car, but its whereabouts and any further information about it seem to be eluding me. Ain’t that love for you?

You would think that with all those steampunk geeks running around these days with their coal-powered digital watches and distressed copper-and-oak underpants, there would be a flood of information online about something called a Borg-Warner Vintage Car of the Future, but no dice. Two guys total seem to have all the information I can find, and all their links to museums and festivals dedicated to the love of this car and its designer Rowland Emett seem to be dead.

A lot of Rowland Emett’s drawings strike me as photographs of the inside of my head, so I guess it’s not a surprise that I should love this car so much.

The latest information I found about The Car was that it had been restored in 1998 and was residing at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry, but these days the Museum of Science and Industry seems to be more fascinated with Harry Potter than Rowland Emett, so it’s probably sitting ignored in a warehouse. Hmm. Maybe I can satisfy myself with a visit to the Ontario Science Centre to see some of Emett’s other creations. If not, I’m probably going to have to occupy myself building my own moon-probe lunacycle just to take my mind off The Car. Ah – l’amour, l’amour…

Death rides a red Schwinn

Because of my current indisposal indisposition indisposed state, the details of which I will soon be able to reveal, I have not been able to monitor the Fern Dell ghost every morning like I am usually able to do. However, around the block from my very own house I did discover a possible exercise partner for him. Behold, the Grim Reaper Bike:

Let’s look a little closer at those guys, shall we?

(Safety note: I was not able to find a scythe holder of any sort on the bike.)

I’m quite excited by the idea of more supernatural cyclists, and am already receiving reports of Hanuman on a bike sightings. I will, of course, investigate further.