Bucket Whips

Every time I see one of those shops that carries thousands of diecast model cars, I go in. I can't help it. I slide my sticky hands down the glass and leave foggy nose prints on the cases as I stare, wide-eyed, at the little cars like a child staring at the prize counter after an epic skee-ball session. Then what happens, you ask? I leave. Yup, I walk out and go on with my day. I don't buy any. I don't spend $200 dollars on a tiny Porsche Le Mans race car because... well... what the hell would I do with it?

Then I saw these. One-off, hand-finished 1:8 scale muscle cars done up to look like survivors. Like the models themselves rolled off the 1:8 scale assembly line, lived hard, were loved and abused, then left in a 1:8 scale field to die. The attention to detail is so impressive you can almost smell the 1:8 scale cigarette burns on the velour interior of the '69 Judge and imagine the 1:8 scale debauchery that went on in the backseat of the '70 Chevelle. I would gladly clear a spot off my desk for to accommodate a parking spot for one these. Add Unforgettable Icons to your Christmas wish list.