Los Angeles, California Typically when one thinks of Hollywood’s Cahuenga corridor, young girls in Kelly Bundy dresses and guys in flashy graphic tees come to mind. The thumping of Milosh (Mee-lo-shh) trance music provides the ideal soundtrack for cheap thrills and endless glamor cheese photo opportunities. There is no limit to how much fun someone can really have here. But there are still a few folks who value the past glories of this historic area of Hollywood. The types that used to cruise Sunset & Hollywood for affordable companionship. They crawl slowly through the streets while showing off their prized whips, offering us a precious window in to a Hollywood nearly forgotten. I’ve avoided The Hollywood Blvd. & Cahuenga area while I have lived in LA. It vividly reminds me of all the bad things one might experience attending a large public university in the Midwest. From the stiff shoulders on the side walk to seeing the most freakout hot girl on the arm of a complete slug, the heartbreaks seem endless in the corridor. And it never helps when you get steamrolled by a morbidly obese gremlin spilling mayo on her DDs while beating up on a bacon wrapped hot dog. But when you catch a glimpse at a cherry Dumper like this, all those drawbacks fade away. My mind drifts freely as I long to be in the front seat of that whip. Taking corners very slowly would be a good place to start. Let everyone know you are aware of your elevated value. Maybe take a group of girls on roller skates to Carneys for cheeseburgers. Or maybe just go roller skating with them.  Warm summer nights provide endless possibilities for a convertible Body Dumper. A late night trip to the beach or a moonlight drive down Mullholland become part of the playbook. Whips like these used to own the Cahuenga corridor and the night. It would be a shame to ever forget how this BD navigated & chassis dropped through the immoral streets 1970s gutter Hollywood.

Los Angeles, California

Typically when one thinks of Hollywood’s Cahuenga corridor, young girls in Kelly Bundy dresses and guys in flashy graphic tees come to mind. The thumping of Milosh (Mee-lo-shh) trance music provides the ideal soundtrack for cheap thrills and endless glamor cheese photo opportunities. There is no limit to how much fun someone can really have here. But there are still a few folks who value the past glories of this historic area of Hollywood. The types that used to cruise Sunset & Hollywood for affordable companionship. They crawl slowly through the streets while showing off their prized whips, offering us a precious window in to a Hollywood nearly forgotten.

I’ve avoided The Hollywood Blvd. & Cahuenga area while I have lived in LA. It vividly reminds me of all the bad things one might experience attending a large public university in the Midwest. From the stiff shoulders on the side walk to seeing the most freakout hot girl on the arm of a complete slug, the heartbreaks seem endless in the corridor. And it never helps when you get steamrolled by a morbidly obese gremlin spilling mayo on her DDs while beating up on a bacon wrapped hot dog. But when you catch a glimpse at a cherry Dumper like this, all those drawbacks fade away.

My mind drifts freely as I long to be in the front seat of that whip. Taking corners very slowly would be a good place to start. Let everyone know you are aware of your elevated value. Maybe take a group of girls on roller skates to Carneys for cheeseburgers. Or maybe just go roller skating with them.  Warm summer nights provide endless possibilities for a convertible Body Dumper. A late night trip to the beach or a moonlight drive down Mullholland become part of the playbook. Whips like these used to own the Cahuenga corridor and the night. It would be a shame to ever forget how this BD navigated & chassis dropped through the immoral streets 1970s gutter Hollywood.

3 months ago
This is Keith. I just hired him to be my agent. He is going to help me get work as a hand model.

This is Keith. I just hired him to be my agent. He is going to help me get work as a hand model.

10 months ago
San Diego, California Mark Murino is slowly perfecting the art of the call back. A dedicated street team member must always seize an opportunity to document a BD. Mark has certainly proven his willingness to do so.  December 2010 completely belonged to him not only as a San Diego street team member, but for our entire community of Foul Play Enthusiasts (FPE). It’s an honor to have his efforts. San Diego although much smaller than LA, packs a real punch with its volume of BDs. Don’t be fooled by the tranquil coastline and timeless charm. It harbors some of the most textbook Dumpers we’ve seen. There is a tireless commitment in SD to maintaining the rich automotive history of Detroit. Its value to our work cannot be overstated. A vital piece of the California BD puzzle will always remain in San Diego. This Dumper was found in an industrial portion of SD. The type of area where strip clubs share parking lots with fat scooter manufacturers and cottage cheese wholesalers. It also has a type of anonymity not available in the bustling streets of North park or Pacific Beach. This twisted Lincoln gets to creep slowly around no-name industrial streets, it’s chassis dropping 2 feet with every creaky turn. The chrome bumpers appear able to liquefy anything that becomes an obstacle. Yet it teases us with proper hubcap hygiene. We are lead to believe that this is just an old car which someone still takes care of. But we know better.

San Diego, California

Mark Murino is slowly perfecting the art of the call back. A dedicated street team member must always seize an opportunity to document a BD. Mark has certainly proven his willingness to do so.  December 2010 completely belonged to him not only as a San Diego street team member, but for our entire community of Foul Play Enthusiasts (FPE). It’s an honor to have his efforts.

San Diego although much smaller than LA, packs a real punch with its volume of BDs. Don’t be fooled by the tranquil coastline and timeless charm. It harbors some of the most textbook Dumpers we’ve seen. There is a tireless commitment in SD to maintaining the rich automotive history of Detroit. Its value to our work cannot be overstated. A vital piece of the California BD puzzle will always remain in San Diego.

This Dumper was found in an industrial portion of SD. The type of area where strip clubs share parking lots with fat scooter manufacturers and cottage cheese wholesalers. It also has a type of anonymity not available in the bustling streets of North park or Pacific Beach. This twisted Lincoln gets to creep slowly around no-name industrial streets, it’s chassis dropping 2 feet with every creaky turn. The chrome bumpers appear able to liquefy anything that becomes an obstacle. Yet it teases us with proper hubcap hygiene. We are lead to believe that this is just an old car which someone still takes care of. But we know better.

1 year ago

Body Dumper Cinema: Gone in 60 Seconds

Action movies are just not made this way any more. Gone in 60 Seconds is a legendary Body Dumper exploration of nimble foul play chariots doing extraordinary things. Released in July 1974, this film is essentially considered Body Dumper porn. It closes with a gratuitous 34 minute car chase through the streets of Long Beach and adjacent beach cities. The chase is full of hard Dumper cornering, civilian carnage, and plenty of airborne Dumpers navigating hilly city streets. It’s a must see for any BD enthusiast.

Gone in 60 Seconds chronicles a gang of car thieves attempting to steal 48 designated cars in a 5 day period. The scheme is commissioned by a South African millionaire offering 400K. It’s clear the plot is of an early 70’s hard ass nature. Naturally we see our protagonist, Maindrian Pace, immersed in a world of stick man tendencies and tough guy dialogue.  All the targeted Dumpers are of an elite nature. Sick Caddies and muscle cars are the selected prey. The plan seems to be going quite smoothly until some debilitating infighting occurs. Egos start to trump smart business decisions, and soon a well oiled machine becomes a rust bucket BD pining for revitalization. But a true 1970’s action star always gets the last laugh as seen in this featured clip.

H.B. Halicki is the star of the film. He also was the producer, director, writer, and primary stuntman. This was unheard for the time and is still very uncommon. Halicki left a poignant fingerprint on the genre of action cinema with this effort. Sadly, he died during production of the film’s sequel in 1989. A stunt rig failed and crushed him.

1 year ago
Los Angeles, California Don’t look now, but it’s time for another sinister submission from Danny. The best part about fall in southern California is when the weather changes. In the summer we have  back sweat day time highs in the 90’s. But when October hits we see comfy days and chilly nights. The type of nights that make white noise enthusiasts (WNE) reevaluate their fan placement near the window. But the crown jewel of this seasonal change has to be the rain. It’s hot and dry for most of the year. So when the rain and blanket gray arrive it’s a novel experience. Skateboards are put away and exchanged for bus passes. The calming sound of rain washes out the So. Cal long honks as well as the Zapp & Roger on the car stereos. It’s a well deserved break for all of us. But the rain also brings out some of the most text book BDs. Late nights shrouded with torrential downpours are a Body Dumper’s best friend. Visibility becomes greatly diminished. Already shaky eye witness accounts lose even more credibility on a rainy night. You do not even have to rely on sick Dumper peel outs to leave quickly. Slow acceleration will adequately protect your anonymity since everyone stays inside to dodge the rain. It’s the perfect scenario for foul play or a double visit to fast food drive thrus. Danny once again shows that he is a master of composition. We must appreciate the boldness of color that a particular LA eccentric has chosen for their house. The canary yellow paint contrasts nicely with the faded blue of this Dumper. An already beautiful car is given the added privilege of dynamic surroundings. Make no mistake, Danny knew he was in the midst of a perfect storm. Fresh rain gathers and creates an ideal canvas for BD documentation. The lines of symmetry on this BD lead us back to rainy nights of the Nixon administartion. Before the paint job became two tone, this was a Dumper of distinction. It offered a sense of subtle trust that raised no red flags. It glided through rainy streets with no visible interest of foul play. And today it sits just as quietly. This could be the whip of a pacifist bohemian KCRW supporter. But it’s sordid past will never be overlooked.

Los Angeles, California

Don’t look now, but it’s time for another sinister submission from Danny. The best part about fall in southern California is when the weather changes. In the summer we have  back sweat day time highs in the 90’s. But when October hits we see comfy days and chilly nights. The type of nights that make white noise enthusiasts (WNE) reevaluate their fan placement near the window. But the crown jewel of this seasonal change has to be the rain. It’s hot and dry for most of the year. So when the rain and blanket gray arrive it’s a novel experience. Skateboards are put away and exchanged for bus passes. The calming sound of rain washes out the So. Cal long honks as well as the Zapp & Roger on the car stereos. It’s a well deserved break for all of us.

But the rain also brings out some of the most text book BDs. Late nights shrouded with torrential downpours are a Body Dumper’s best friend. Visibility becomes greatly diminished. Already shaky eye witness accounts lose even more credibility on a rainy night. You do not even have to rely on sick Dumper peel outs to leave quickly. Slow acceleration will adequately protect your anonymity since everyone stays inside to dodge the rain. It’s the perfect scenario for foul play or a double visit to fast food drive thrus.

Danny once again shows that he is a master of composition. We must appreciate the boldness of color that a particular LA eccentric has chosen for their house. The canary yellow paint contrasts nicely with the faded blue of this Dumper. An already beautiful car is given the added privilege of dynamic surroundings. Make no mistake, Danny knew he was in the midst of a perfect storm. Fresh rain gathers and creates an ideal canvas for BD documentation. The lines of symmetry on this BD lead us back to rainy nights of the Nixon administartion. Before the paint job became two tone, this was a Dumper of distinction. It offered a sense of subtle trust that raised no red flags. It glided through rainy streets with no visible interest of foul play. And today it sits just as quietly. This could be the whip of a pacifist bohemian KCRW supporter. But it’s sordid past will never be overlooked.

1 year ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of August 9, 2010

Congratulations. You are about to hear one of the greatest songs ever written. This weeks BD anthem comes from Neil. “Barstool Blues” appeared on the “Zuma” album which was released in November of 1975. It’s a Rocker/Weeper hybrid. A style that only Neil could perfect. “Zuma” is a criminally underrated album. It features him at possibly his most poignant and reflective. He had just come off the darkest period of his life to date. A Period which included intense drug use, and the loss of friend/musician Danny Whitten of Crazy Horse to an overdose.  But Neil kept on and made Zuma for all of us. Proving once again, why he’s an American music treasure.

Lazy Dumper drives on California’s Central coast come to mind. Coastal contemplation has become your coping mechanism to combat life’s rigors. And you can be certain that Neil knows exactly what you are going through. In fact, it’s likely that he’s seen far worse than you could ever realize. But the point is, he makes you feel as if your problems are a  collective burden for all of humanity to bare. So your narrow shoulders can rest easy. And you can always see the beauty in the unpredictable but guaranteed pain life offers. After all, that’s just how Neil would want it.

1 year ago

Body Dumpers See International Circulation

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2010/12/12/world/americas/12CARS.html

This was sent to me by Joe Jags. Thank you Joe. Great New York Times article about “land yachts” reaping benefits of cheap gas in foreign countries. Sick rust bucket BDs which found their way to far away places for unknown uses. It’s a very important discovery for our work here. The world is realizing the aesthetic and functional worth of big trunks and sheet metal. Once again, we have to reshape our understanding of how far reaching Body Dumpers are. At bodydumpers.com we are here to do that for you. It’s essential to constantly reevaluate the work we all do as as street team members. We get to share in photo journalism at its apex. Do not take your Body Dumper destiny for granted.

1 year ago
Brooklyn, New York Michigan resident Reilly Brennan does not limit his photographic canvas to the streets of Metro Detroit. Any real street team member knows Dumper hunting is best when you leave home. The exhilaration of unfamiliar surroundings is eclipsed only by the discovery of indigenous Body Dumpers. These findings tend to lead the traveler in to a higher state of consciousness. It’s unfortunate that all automobiles do not do this. But a Body Dumper, as a explained before, has a unique skill set. I think it’s safe to say we are still finding out what a BD is really capable of. This submission is groundbreaking. This is the first Body Dumper offering to showcase a caretaker. Very rarely do we see a BD driver in an action shot. Often we are only privy to shadowy silhouettes that take us down a worm hole of endless questions. Not the case here. Full mid day exposure of a BD caretaker is manifested. Slowly peeling back the canvas car cover is a privilege for this gentleman and for us. It’s a joyful process that resonates with all the Foul Play Enthusiasts (FPE). But it starts getting next level when we see the doors open. Never before have we seen this type of vulnerability. Yeah that is a wow. Front and back driver’s side exposure invites us deep inside an unfamiliar arena of tainted history. It’s enough to make anyone run. But I am confident this care taker relishes his BD solely as a relic. There is an understanding of its prior functions. And a morose acknowledgment of its questionable past. He most likely only goes for short rides just to keep the transmission alive. Occasionally he shows it off to neighborhood cronies. But the majority of the time the Dumper stays warmly nestled underneath its blanket. It longs for late night rides through desolate city streets…begging so softly for one more taste of foul play bliss.

Brooklyn, New York

Michigan resident Reilly Brennan does not limit his photographic canvas to the streets of Metro Detroit. Any real street team member knows Dumper hunting is best when you leave home. The exhilaration of unfamiliar surroundings is eclipsed only by the discovery of indigenous Body Dumpers. These findings tend to lead the traveler in to a higher state of consciousness. It’s unfortunate that all automobiles do not do this. But a Body Dumper, as a explained before, has a unique skill set. I think it’s safe to say we are still finding out what a BD is really capable of.

This submission is groundbreaking. This is the first Body Dumper offering to showcase a caretaker. Very rarely do we see a BD driver in an action shot. Often we are only privy to shadowy silhouettes that take us down a worm hole of endless questions. Not the case here. Full mid day exposure of a BD caretaker is manifested. Slowly peeling back the canvas car cover is a privilege for this gentleman and for us. It’s a joyful process that resonates with all the Foul Play Enthusiasts (FPE). But it starts getting next level when we see the doors open. Never before have we seen this type of vulnerability. Yeah that is a wow. Front and back driver’s side exposure invites us deep inside an unfamiliar arena of tainted history. It’s enough to make anyone run.

But I am confident this care taker relishes his BD solely as a relic. There is an understanding of its prior functions. And a morose acknowledgment of its questionable past. He most likely only goes for short rides just to keep the transmission alive. Occasionally he shows it off to neighborhood cronies. But the majority of the time the Dumper stays warmly nestled underneath its blanket. It longs for late night rides through desolate city streets…begging so softly for one more taste of foul play bliss.

1 year ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of August 2, 2010

This week’s BD jam is so sick. We are featuring a true relic from the earlier portion of George Clinton’s career. Before there was Parliament Funkadelic, or even just Funkadelic, we were blessed with the Parliaments. “A New Day Begins” was released by The Parliaments as a single in April of 1968 on the Revilot label. It features a genius blend of freaky soul that is signature to the George Clinton catalog. There’s the swing and accessibility of a Motown hit. But Clinton’s unique vocal style and slightly obtuse arrangement makes this all his own.

George Clinton had been hired on as a song writer and producer at Motown by 1968. So you can undoubtedly hear the Motown influence. It was just a few years later that he morphed again and created Funkadelic. His footprint on soul and funk music is legendary to say the least. This fits perfectly for late night Dumper drives. Second guessing a romance that crumbled under life’s pressures. But remember, there’s always tomorrow.

Special thanks to Joe Jags for exposing me to this in a Ferndale living room circa 2005.

 

1 year ago

Southwestern Michigan, Interstate 94 (Eastbound)

Call who back? In search of Midwestern morbidity, Kristen “Khenny” Henry and Erin McLain made their way to their hometown of Waterford, Michigan. What they were hoping to find is not important. But a Body Dumper towing a golf cart is not only important, it’s crucial. This is a first in the world of big trunks and sheet metal. Never before have we seen the towing capability of a BD. That, coupled with intentions of recreational excess (golf cart), leave all of us at Body Dumpers in awe.

Khenny had left the cozy confines of the west coast for a vacation. She first arrived in Chicago to hot dog carts and the socially acceptable obesity of the Midwest. This was only chapter one. En route to Waterford, these 2 girls crept up on this Dumper like diarrhea on a fast food regular. It was a team effort clearly. Once spotted, Erin made sure Khenny had all angles possible to execute a proper monster sick photo shoot. It’s a an amazing lesson in BD destiny. Who would ever think the cornfield interstates of Michigan would yield such a find? But it was their Body Dumper destiny to find this relic. More importantly, they put in the hard work to manifest a legendary submission. In the words of Patrick Bateman: “I can’t make myself any clearer.” You must put the work in for the benefit of all of us. If you see something this twisted, please document it. I thank them for boot strapping.

We see form, function, and inexplicable attitude from this BD. Initially we might think of a golf nut. One who must use their own cart when playing the links. But closer examination via Body Dumper forensics creates a twist. Perhaps this is a deluxe version of a fat scooter, something to be used in the outdoors or amongst rugged terrain. It’s important to avoid strenuous activity when pursuing a lifestyle of anti-vitality. So this could be used to get the mail or explore the grounds of a larger estate. But let’s face it, this cargo is just the sidecar to the main event. Humming along the highway is a graceful foul play chariot. The original paint job is a thinly veiled suggestion of a detail oriented care taker. This BD owns the road. Let us always be reminded that cargo is important to acknowledge. But it will never trump the importance of the Body Dumper towing it.

1 year ago

Body Dumper Cinema: The Car

Few things are more frightening than Body Dumpers. But a BD that is not driver dependent has to be my worst nightmare. The Car is a film from 1977 which stars James Brolin and Kathleen Lloyd. It’s obviously thick on plot. A small town is terrorized by a sinister BD that has an unprovoked blood lust. It’s discovered that the Body Dumper has no driver. It’s simply a renegade killing machine! Yeah that is a wow.

The trailer shows us just how monster this film must be. That shot of the BD doing that circular peel out in the midst of a rodeo is simply dynamite. To make up for campy 70’s drama and bad acting we are blessed with BD chases, BD acrobatics, and senseless pedestrian carnage. Don’t overlook the police Dumpers catching fire as they tumble down mountainsides! Unreal. As always we get a foreshadowing of who the hard ass hero protagonist is. James Brolin appears to be hitting home runs in his attempts at late 1970’s stickman. Featuring a lean physique, million dollar tan and a deluxe mustache, Brolin becomes the inevitable combatant for the renegade Body Dumper. You just know he has some crucial, hard ass dialogue which shows he has accepted his fate as the Body Dumper slayer.

The Car is a perfect film to showcase the inherent nature of the BD. It must not be trusted, not even for a minute. The incarnation of pure evil is its M.O. Please don’t let your guard down.


1 year ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of July 26, 2010

In celebration of our recent submissions of killer Cadillacs we have an aptly titled jam from T Rex. “Cadillac” appeared on the 1972 album “The Slider” and is by far my favorite song of the whole album. It’s an outrageous BD groover made for slinky boot scooting. The squirrels will absolutely love this one I assure you. There are elements of proper British glam, but ultimately it’s just rock n’ roll.

This is a rare live performance of “Cadillac” which showcases all of Marc Bolan’s charm and panache. He boot scoots while belting out the words in his signature voice. The poster child for glam? Maybe. But more importantly we are reminded of electric Friday nights on the Boulevard. All the girls chase after the chosen few lanky lovers of a small town. The type of guys that get bored sleeping with the prettiest girls. Don’t hate them, they are just much cooler than you. The parking lot at the bowling alley is crawling with girls looking for adventure. They walk amongst the LTDs, Skylarks, Chargers, and Cadillacs. Secretly, these squirrels know what they are in the midst of. And there is an unspoken hope that tonight may just last forever.

1 year ago
Seattle, Washington Another legendary contribution from Ed Smith has arrived at Body Dumpers. The high end Cadillac culture of New York City suddenly seems so far away. We are left with only remnants of a once high class Dumper. The vintage Cadillac clearly wears many hats in the modern world. At times we see the peak of refinement and at others we are bluntly aware of a Dumper on life support. These two extremes work together in a synergistic fashion to always keep us aware of America’s automotive past. This Dumper is the true manifestation of big trunks and sheet metal. Never before have we seen the visceral malleability of a BD’s very fabric. In many ways it poetically suggests how the Body Dumper has adapted over time. We see a once timeless relic now sitting in a shit heap in 2010. This particular BD has seen the demise of Richard Nixon, the rise and fall of disco, and even the syndication of Seinfeld. The decades of its life are like complex chapters of an esoteric novel. It has not succumbed to the apathy of its owners. The future is now for this Dumper. And the past is nothing more than a concept. The two tone finish on the sheet metal is a sick cornucopia of half baked restoration. Body Dumper forensics suggest this car has been in some high speed pursuits. The dents and discoloration create day dreams of sick T-Bone maneuvers by local law enforcement. In the midst of all this foul play though the hubcaps remain. Instantly we are reminded of the Cadillac as the apex. The highest in quality and taste. No Dumper chase is too much. The rag top will be dropped on a sunny day, and once again we will witness the timeless grace of the Cadillac.

Seattle, Washington

Another legendary contribution from Ed Smith has arrived at Body Dumpers. The high end Cadillac culture of New York City suddenly seems so far away. We are left with only remnants of a once high class Dumper. The vintage Cadillac clearly wears many hats in the modern world. At times we see the peak of refinement and at others we are bluntly aware of a Dumper on life support. These two extremes work together in a synergistic fashion to always keep us aware of America’s automotive past.

This Dumper is the true manifestation of big trunks and sheet metal. Never before have we seen the visceral malleability of a BD’s very fabric. In many ways it poetically suggests how the Body Dumper has adapted over time. We see a once timeless relic now sitting in a shit heap in 2010. This particular BD has seen the demise of Richard Nixon, the rise and fall of disco, and even the syndication of Seinfeld. The decades of its life are like complex chapters of an esoteric novel. It has not succumbed to the apathy of its owners. The future is now for this Dumper. And the past is nothing more than a concept.

The two tone finish on the sheet metal is a sick cornucopia of half baked restoration. Body Dumper forensics suggest this car has been in some high speed pursuits. The dents and discoloration create day dreams of sick T-Bone maneuvers by local law enforcement. In the midst of all this foul play though the hubcaps remain. Instantly we are reminded of the Cadillac as the apex. The highest in quality and taste. No Dumper chase is too much. The rag top will be dropped on a sunny day, and once again we will witness the timeless grace of the Cadillac.

1 year ago
New York, New York I am pleased to welcome another NYC street team member. Alexandra Machinist is making muy monster call backs. This is a real groovy find in one of New York’s trendiest and most charming areas. Just blocks from Gramercy park lurks a pristine BD walking a fine line between classic car and foul play chariot. Body Dumper classification is much like going to therapy. It’s all about how you feel. This one in particular does not fool me with it’s shiny paint job and fully intact hubcaps. We have a BD on our hands. No questions asked. This killer rag top Caddy sits quietly amongst the hustle of America’s greatest city. Modern day relics like the Curry Leaf restaurant and an ATM machine linger in the background. But this Dumper waits stoically while taking up 2 parking spots.The Cadillac was at one time the king of luxury cars. It uniquely symbolized American prosperity and innovation. Detroit still had substantial automotive influence outside of Michigan. Everyone believed it when they were told Cadillac was the apex. New York has become accustomed to tiny imports boasting world record mpg ratings. Hoards of tiny little Japanese whips pack the streets. The more civilized city slickers push high end German luxury sedans and coupes. Steve Ditman types scoff at a Body Dumpers like this while accelerating quickly in their new BMWs. But this BD is part of the real ruling class. Even though it’s now associated with comb overs and tinted prescription glasses, it was once caviar and recreational golf. And if you ask me, I still think it’s the apex.

New York, New York

I am pleased to welcome another NYC street team member. Alexandra Machinist is making muy monster call backs. This is a real groovy find in one of New York’s trendiest and most charming areas. Just blocks from Gramercy park lurks a pristine BD walking a fine line between classic car and foul play chariot. Body Dumper classification is much like going to therapy. It’s all about how you feel. This one in particular does not fool me with it’s shiny paint job and fully intact hubcaps. We have a BD on our hands. No questions asked.

This killer rag top Caddy sits quietly amongst the hustle of America’s greatest city. Modern day relics like the Curry Leaf restaurant and an ATM machine linger in the background. But this Dumper waits stoically while taking up 2 parking spots.The Cadillac was at one time the king of luxury cars. It uniquely symbolized American prosperity and innovation. Detroit still had substantial automotive influence outside of Michigan. Everyone believed it when they were told Cadillac was the apex.

New York has become accustomed to tiny imports boasting world record mpg ratings. Hoards of tiny little Japanese whips pack the streets. The more civilized city slickers push high end German luxury sedans and coupes. Steve Ditman types scoff at a Body Dumpers like this while accelerating quickly in their new BMWs. But this BD is part of the real ruling class. Even though it’s now associated with comb overs and tinted prescription glasses, it was once caviar and recreational golf. And if you ask me, I still think it’s the apex.

1 year ago
New Orleans, Louisiana Hutz Krietz! Lauren Cecil of the world famous Cecil sisters has added another piece to the Body Dumper jigsaw puzzle. Louisiana has been properly documented as having legendary Dumpers. We have had very little participation in the south other than Florida’s recent call back. But now, the whole world can feel the soupy air of the southern US and admire its commitment to foul play. The street team has worked tirelessly to add new and nightmarish whips for your Dumper viewing pleasure. It’s safe to say this one represents the integrity we so deeply value at Body Dumpers. My time in the southern United States has been limited to only one visit in Palm Beach, FL. In 2006 I tried to attend a seminar in Atlanta which taught how to start your own liposuction clinic. It was pricey so I decided my money would be best spent toward my move to California. Needless to say the intrigue still remains. I would love to Dumper hunt through the southeast. The culture there seems vastly different than what I am accustomed to. But the love affair with big trunks and sheet metal seems to be shared. The powder blue finish breaks my heart. It’s a stark contrast to the huge trunk and “smooshed era” design that plainly suggest pure evil. Remarkably both hubcaps remain on the driver side. Dumper forensics might claim this whip belongs to an elderly person. The type that likes slow Dumper drives to the store for 2% milk and instant coffee. Perhaps a bean bag ashtray aficionado who regularly experiences bouts of hearty degenerative disease coughing. I think that would be the easy way out. Its uncomfortable to think this may be the pony of a night crawler. Late night, creaky Dumper turns may be like mothers milk for this one. The discoloration on the paint do not indicate that we have a classic car enthusiast on our hands. Those spots offer a terse narrative of this BDs history. The appearance does not reflect the importance of her use and or function. It’s a subtle reminder that automotive neglect may mean the presence of other priorities.

New Orleans, Louisiana

Hutz Krietz! Lauren Cecil of the world famous Cecil sisters has added another piece to the Body Dumper jigsaw puzzle. Louisiana has been properly documented as having legendary Dumpers. We have had very little participation in the south other than Florida’s recent call back. But now, the whole world can feel the soupy air of the southern US and admire its commitment to foul play. The street team has worked tirelessly to add new and nightmarish whips for your Dumper viewing pleasure. It’s safe to say this one represents the integrity we so deeply value at Body Dumpers.

My time in the southern United States has been limited to only one visit in Palm Beach, FL. In 2006 I tried to attend a seminar in Atlanta which taught how to start your own liposuction clinic. It was pricey so I decided my money would be best spent toward my move to California. Needless to say the intrigue still remains. I would love to Dumper hunt through the southeast. The culture there seems vastly different than what I am accustomed to. But the love affair with big trunks and sheet metal seems to be shared.

The powder blue finish breaks my heart. It’s a stark contrast to the huge trunk and “smooshed era” design that plainly suggest pure evil. Remarkably both hubcaps remain on the driver side. Dumper forensics might claim this whip belongs to an elderly person. The type that likes slow Dumper drives to the store for 2% milk and instant coffee. Perhaps a bean bag ashtray aficionado who regularly experiences bouts of hearty degenerative disease coughing. I think that would be the easy way out. Its uncomfortable to think this may be the pony of a night crawler. Late night, creaky Dumper turns may be like mothers milk for this one. The discoloration on the paint do not indicate that we have a classic car enthusiast on our hands. Those spots offer a terse narrative of this BDs history. The appearance does not reflect the importance of her use and or function. It’s a subtle reminder that automotive neglect may mean the presence of other priorities.

1 year ago