My dad bought the book, originally published in 1992, some years ago, and at some point I stole it from him. He made some cool cars, for sure, but what relevance did a wacky well-nigh undrivable showpiece like Mysterion really have to me? As a kid I thought his slavering, power-shifting monsters were creepy and that Rat Fink was kind of gross, which is probably all the proof you need to know I was born a total square.Д«ut awhile back I pulled Confessions of a Rat Fink: The Life and Times of Ed вЂњBig DaddyвЂќ Roth off my shelf. ItвЂ™s hard to imagine, say, the late George Barris going anywhere with so little pomp and such a deficiency of circumstance.Дespite my young brush with kustom kulture greatness, I donвЂ™t think I really understood Roth growing up. IвЂ™ve seen junk-sellers at Hershey with more elaborate setups-and probably bigger crowds around them. ThereвЂ™s something really humble about this whole scene, what with the mighty Rat Fink himself hawking trinkets out of a tent at an out-of-the-way Midwestern car show. We should have had him pinstripe the Little Red Wagon-that would have been really cool to have. We roll up to a pop-up canopy with folding tables piled with pins, gewgaws and, naturally, T-shirts-lots and lots of T-shirts.ДЄnd thereвЂ™s an old guy, Roth, I presume, underneath or around the canopy selling his stuff.

I almost certainly wanted to be somewhere else. Only, I do sort of remember it-one of my earliest glimmers of memory, in fact-or at least my brain is doing a good job weaving a plausible reconstruction out of scraps: It would have been a hot summer day, and I was (I think) riding in a Little Red Wagon. Ignace Car Show in MichiganвЂ™s Upper Peninsula, and I would have been too young to remember any of it. It would have been in the early 1990s at the St. As family lore has it, I met Ed вЂњBig DaddyвЂќ Roth, car customizer and weirdo underground artist extraordinaire, once.

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