Los Angeles, California There are those days in SoCal when you can’t tolerate traffic or the sacrine sheen of incredibly cheesy people. But then you get a picture message on your phone. And the best part, it was taken blocks from your house. Danny sent me this yesterday. Yeah that is a wow. A real groovy Riviera moving quickly past Danny. But he keeps his eyes open. He has a keen BD awareness that never fails to deliver. I think Danny has photo apps for his phone. Which works out perfectly here. This is what I would like all BD action shots to look like. It’s the gold standard for our street team. You feel like you are in this Riviera. This gorgeous shot taken at door level provides us with a sense of inclusion. We are not just voyeurs gawking at the mystery and intrigue. We are now part of it. And I think we all feel incredibly special as a result. Please take a lesson from this one. It’s certainly something to emulate.

Los Angeles, California

There are those days in SoCal when you can’t tolerate traffic or the sacrine sheen of incredibly cheesy people. But then you get a picture message on your phone. And the best part, it was taken blocks from your house. Danny sent me this yesterday. Yeah that is a wow. A real groovy Riviera moving quickly past Danny. But he keeps his eyes open. He has a keen BD awareness that never fails to deliver.

I think Danny has photo apps for his phone. Which works out perfectly here. This is what I would like all BD action shots to look like. It’s the gold standard for our street team. You feel like you are in this Riviera. This gorgeous shot taken at door level provides us with a sense of inclusion. We are not just voyeurs gawking at the mystery and intrigue. We are now part of it. And I think we all feel incredibly special as a result.

Please take a lesson from this one. It’s certainly something to emulate.

2 years ago
Seattle, Washignton “This dumper was spotted in Seattle’s international district, on the turf of sinister Asian types who deal in narcotics and human flesh.”                                           -BFA Seattle has just made its inaugural call back, and it’s breath taking. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this is the best Body Dumper submission I’ve ever had. No really. it rivals the Frankenstein Dumper from a year ago which I will re-post. And I think it has the edge on Reilly Brennan’s DTW Dumper. BFA passed this one along. It was snapped by his friend Ed. Thank you Ed. As soon as we receive our merchandise order I will send you BD wrist bands, t-shirts, and hot pants for your girl. I really don’t know where to begin with this photo. It’s almost as if this was staged. It does not get any scarier or more strange. So either the scene is that monster or Ed just took a real sick photo. I will guess both. It’s almost like abstarct art really. And I keep thinking that the image is filtered through a giant spider web. At least it looks that way. Needless to say the composition is flawless. Undoubtedly, the most twisted part, is we have an abandoned Dumper in an empty building. BFA illuminated the potential for foul play. But maybe this was just a stolen whip that ended up in a terrifying building post joy ride. I would rather think of that then some “Unsolved Mysteries” episode circa ‘86. Robert Stack with morbid details about a 20 something brunette who disappears. All that’s left is her Dumper in some awful building. Bup! This submission brings to light how fortunate some of us can be. Certainly we must congratulate Ed on his presence of mind to document such a visual. But it’s almost a destiny each of us have with a particualr Dumper; something intangible and out of our control. Sometimes it’s first thing in the morning and you are too slow on the camera-phone trigger. Maybe you will hate your self less in that Wendy’s drive thru when you pull up behind a ‘67 Le Mans. Or perhaps that alternate route home will prove fruitful. Either way you can’t be envious that someone has the most proper monster sick Body Dumper submission. You have to accept your own Dumper destiny. Always maintain that awareness for big trunks and sheet metal. And in the words of Patrick Bateman…”Keep your eyes open.”

Seattle, Washignton

“This dumper was spotted in Seattle’s international district, on the turf of sinister Asian types who deal in narcotics and human flesh.”
                                          -BFA

Seattle has just made its inaugural call back, and it’s breath taking. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this is the best Body Dumper submission I’ve ever had. No really. it rivals the Frankenstein Dumper from a year ago which I will re-post. And I think it has the edge on Reilly Brennan’s DTW Dumper. BFA passed this one along. It was snapped by his friend Ed. Thank you Ed. As soon as we receive our merchandise order I will send you BD wrist bands, t-shirts, and hot pants for your girl.

I really don’t know where to begin with this photo. It’s almost as if this was staged. It does not get any scarier or more strange. So either the scene is that monster or Ed just took a real sick photo. I will guess both. It’s almost like abstarct art really. And I keep thinking that the image is filtered through a giant spider web. At least it looks that way. Needless to say the composition is flawless.

Undoubtedly, the most twisted part, is we have an abandoned Dumper in an empty building. BFA illuminated the potential for foul play. But maybe this was just a stolen whip that ended up in a terrifying building post joy ride. I would rather think of that then some “Unsolved Mysteries” episode circa ‘86. Robert Stack with morbid details about a 20 something brunette who disappears. All that’s left is her Dumper in some awful building. Bup!

This submission brings to light how fortunate some of us can be. Certainly we must congratulate Ed on his presence of mind to document such a visual. But it’s almost a destiny each of us have with a particualr Dumper; something intangible and out of our control. Sometimes it’s first thing in the morning and you are too slow on the camera-phone trigger. Maybe you will hate your self less in that Wendy’s drive thru when you pull up behind a ‘67 Le Mans. Or perhaps that alternate route home will prove fruitful. Either way you can’t be envious that someone has the most proper monster sick Body Dumper submission. You have to accept your own Dumper destiny. Always maintain that awareness for big trunks and sheet metal. And in the words of Patrick Bateman…”Keep your eyes open.”


2 years ago
Brooklyn, New York Here is another submission by Sarah Grieb. I will have to look in the archived posts, but I think this is the first Trar/Cuck on BDs dot com. The Trar is of particular importance to my tender psychology. When I was a child growing up in Canton, Michigan I used to see a lot of them in my hood. They were usually driven by men in their late 30’s. Needless to say these Trar sightings did not inspire confidence. But I have come to respect the utility and aesthetic of the Trar. No automobile can occupy the same conceptual space. It’s a unique and easily recognized symbol of American innovation. In essence, it’s the anti Body Dumper. It does not technically have a big trunk. But it’s the delicate interplay between sedan and pick up truck that gives the Trar its legendary status.

Brooklyn, New York

Here is another submission by Sarah Grieb. I will have to look in the archived posts, but I think this is the first Trar/Cuck on BDs dot com. The Trar is of particular importance to my tender psychology. When I was a child growing up in Canton, Michigan I used to see a lot of them in my hood. They were usually driven by men in their late 30’s. Needless to say these Trar sightings did not inspire confidence. But I have come to respect the utility and aesthetic of the Trar. No automobile can occupy the same conceptual space. It’s a unique and easily recognized symbol of American innovation. In essence, it’s the anti Body Dumper. It does not technically have a big trunk. But it’s the delicate interplay between sedan and pick up truck that gives the Trar its legendary status.

2 years ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of March 22, 2010.

“Chasin’ Ladies” by Dust is this week’s BD jam. This song was released in 1971 and features Marky Ramone on drums. This was his first  band and certainly pre-dates The Ramones. He was only 16 when this album was released. Monster.

Lyrically and conceptually, this is really a song for the guys. But I have no doubt that the girls will be getting groovy too. It’s a great anthem for guys out pervin’ and swervin’. One might think of a smooshed era muscle car with a guttural sounding exhaust honking at girls. That sounds about right.

You may feel something around your ankle when listening to this one. It’s just the bass groove crawling up your left pant leg. I also suggest keeping a barf bag near by. The bass eventually gets so groovy (particularly in the outro) that you may puke. The drums are tight and the leads are proper monster sick. I have had many rock ‘n roll fantasies with this song…side zip ankle boots, tight jeans, muppet shag hair. This this is one of the sickest jams I know of. It is simple but kicks you in the face real hard.

2 years ago
Chicago, Illinois “North side holding it down. Worth it for many reasons including the plates. Snapped while driving by will go back for more.”                                                                                                     - John O. Chicago and Illinois have just made their inaugural call back. Call me back, back. If you want to ride in the back seat of a Caddy you could do it here. As much as California has adopted, preserved, and celebrated the Body Dumper, it always looks best in its native habitat. The blanket gray of Chicago’s north side illuminates the richness of that blue finish. The dormant trees and the brick/stone houses add more intrigue as well. The Body Dumper owes its genesis to the Midwest. But I don’t just mean Detroit. I’m referring to Midwestern standards of reliability, strength, and humility. Standards which do not only reflect an automotive city, but an entire region. The grace and elegance of the early 70’s Cadillac encapsulates the Midwestern sense of Stick-Man. There’s no false bravado. This is traditional square-jawed confidence with no apologies. Forget the foreign luxury and sports car of this era. This was the essence of distinction. I am having an emotional reaction to this Dumper unlike any previous. I think the “realness” of the Midwestern landscape is having an impact. The context alone is not moving but with the Dumper…it’s art. I appreciate all of our submissions and usually play favorites. But I always have equal appreciation for the efforts of our street team. However, John O. has struck a particular chord. I am deeply grateful that the spirit moved him when he saw this. My thanks to him and all others who have had their perception warped by big trunks and sheet metal.

Chicago, Illinois

“North side holding it down. Worth it for many reasons including the plates. Snapped while driving by will go back for more.”                                                
                                                    - John O.

Chicago and Illinois have just made their inaugural call back. Call me back, back. If you want to ride in the back seat of a Caddy you could do it here. As much as California has adopted, preserved, and celebrated the Body Dumper, it always looks best in its native habitat. The blanket gray of Chicago’s north side illuminates the richness of that blue finish. The dormant trees and the brick/stone houses add more intrigue as well.

The Body Dumper owes its genesis to the Midwest. But I don’t just mean Detroit. I’m referring to Midwestern standards of reliability, strength, and humility. Standards which do not only reflect an automotive city, but an entire region. The grace and elegance of the early 70’s Cadillac encapsulates the Midwestern sense of Stick-Man. There’s no false bravado. This is traditional square-jawed confidence with no apologies. Forget the foreign luxury and sports car of this era. This was the essence of distinction.

I am having an emotional reaction to this Dumper unlike any previous. I think the “realness” of the Midwestern landscape is having an impact. The context alone is not moving but with the Dumper…it’s art. I appreciate all of our submissions and usually play favorites. But I always have equal appreciation for the efforts of our street team. However, John O. has struck a particular chord. I am deeply grateful that the spirit moved him when he saw this. My thanks to him and all others who have had their perception warped by big trunks and sheet metal.

2 years ago
San Diego, California This photo comes to us courtesy of Khenny. San Diego has stepped its game up some. They are still not monster yet, although they think otherwise. Khenny was driving in the University/Normal Heights hood when she snapped this. It looks to be a Cadillac in perfect shape. Those are the best kind of Dumpers. Though some would cry foul on my foul play commenatry and say “Classic Car! Wayz!” I will say this: Khenny’s pic makes CA look even stronger than we thought it was. This is the Mecca for big trunks and sheet metal. If you think otherwise then you will have to document it. Look how monster that foreground is. I am convinced Khenny had to get on her stomach to get this angle, which you have to respect. The Palm tree and waning daylight are a tender touch as well. But then you just see those lines and that green. From this vantage point it may be the only car for miles. That’s good composition. Plus, you can just see that whip eating up 2 parking spots. This is proper use of depth and negative space. I have a feeling we will see more from Khenny.

San Diego, California

This photo comes to us courtesy of Khenny. San Diego has stepped its game up some. They are still not monster yet, although they think otherwise. Khenny was driving in the University/Normal Heights hood when she snapped this. It looks to be a Cadillac in perfect shape. Those are the best kind of Dumpers. Though some would cry foul on my foul play commenatry and say “Classic Car! Wayz!”

I will say this: Khenny’s pic makes CA look even stronger than we thought it was. This is the Mecca for big trunks and sheet metal. If you think otherwise then you will have to document it. Look how monster that foreground is. I am convinced Khenny had to get on her stomach to get this angle, which you have to respect. The Palm tree and waning daylight are a tender touch as well. But then you just see those lines and that green. From this vantage point it may be the only car for miles. That’s good composition. Plus, you can just see that whip eating up 2 parking spots. This is proper use of depth and negative space. I have a feeling we will see more from Khenny.

2 years ago
Do You Want to Join The Body Dumper’s Street Team? Just a groovy reminder to those interested in joining our street team…send all images of BDs to bodydumpers@gmail.com. We will get your pictures sorted just as fast we can. Please include your name or alias you would like, location of the Dumper, and back story on how you found it. We need to get monster with user generated content. As I mentioned before, there’s so many untapped markets remaining. In L.A. we can drive in circles and find them. It’s different on the East Coast and in the Midwest. I respect that. But I have some people out there doing great work. And I would like to see a few more.

Do You Want to Join The Body Dumper’s Street Team?

Just a groovy reminder to those interested in joining our street team…send all images of BDs to bodydumpers@gmail.com. We will get your pictures sorted just as fast we can. Please include your name or alias you would like, location of the Dumper, and back story on how you found it. We need to get monster with user generated content. As I mentioned before, there’s so many untapped markets remaining. In L.A. we can drive in circles and find them. It’s different on the East Coast and in the Midwest. I respect that. But I have some people out there doing great work. And I would like to see a few more.

2 years ago
Austin, Texas I think my re-post of Nathan Beale’s foiliage Dumper brought about good karma er sompin’. Nathan found a clue as he was making his way around Austin at SXSW. He dusted for prints but was unable to find any. So I suggested he mail the pump back to me in Los Angeles. Finding a solo pump is particularly unnerving. Makes you wonder how some poor girl (or guy dressed like a girl) lost it. I don’t think you have to be a Dumper enthusiast to suspect foul play. Let’s just hope the other one was not thrown out the window of a ‘75 LTD on Interstate 35.

Austin, Texas

I think my re-post of Nathan Beale’s foiliage Dumper brought about good karma er sompin’. Nathan found a clue as he was making his way around Austin at SXSW. He dusted for prints but was unable to find any. So I suggested he mail the pump back to me in Los Angeles.

Finding a solo pump is particularly unnerving. Makes you wonder how some poor girl (or guy dressed like a girl) lost it. I don’t think you have to be a Dumper enthusiast to suspect foul play. Let’s just hope the other one was not thrown out the window of a ‘75 LTD on Interstate 35.

2 years ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of March 15, 2010.

This week’s Body Dumper anthem comes from the 70’s pop band Blue. “I Wish I Could Fly” (1973) fully embodies morose mid 70’s Dumper culture. . In a world where many songs are defined as “Rockers” or “Weepers”, this is certainly a Weeper.

It makes me think of a failing marriage, a sick kid in a Dumper backseat, and the mother driving in to a 5PM mid January sunset. She is lamenting the inevitable return to the orange and yellow decor of her home. A lonely dinner is prepared and her husband will be predictably late. Aww…

You get the picture. As a Arthur Leigh Allen said in his most famous interview: “It’s too morbid.” That may apply here as well. However, it’s a beautiful song. And if you do not feel like dabbling in recreational depression, maybe you can just get groovy. I do really love this one  Please enjoy it.

2 years ago

San Diego is staying hard with some monster Body Dumper awareness right now. I’m very pleased. This video was suggested by Julia Wheeler. I have to admit I was aware that this existed. Back when bodydumpers.com was in the embryonic stages of development I saw this commercial. I had dreams of sharing it on “my blog” which did not yet exist.

I think Orkin is proving my point though. Often uninvited guests arrive in BDs. These roaches are so deep in foul play it’s a joke. The slow approach on the drive by is textbook. But the Dumper peel out at the end is a trademark foul play move. I must tip my hat to the director and/or writer of this one. They seem to be validating my blog garbage spew.

2 years ago
This was a Dumper me and Quayle found post brunch. It was a foreshadowing of things to come. Shit got really clown for a long time after. So clown in fact, that we did not receive nutrients again until 5 am the next morning. Which was when we walked through the Carl’s Jr. drive-thru. Bup! But never underestimate the insight given by a stripper driving a mid 90’s Chevy Impala. She was a real sport.

This was a Dumper me and Quayle found post brunch. It was a foreshadowing of things to come. Shit got really clown for a long time after. So clown in fact, that we did not receive nutrients again until 5 am the next morning. Which was when we walked through the Carl’s Jr. drive-thru. Bup! But never underestimate the insight given by a stripper driving a mid 90’s Chevy Impala. She was a real sport.

2 years ago
Marty. Swacket. Photo Courtesy of Luda

Marty. Swacket.

Photo Courtesy of Luda

2 years ago
DTW Airport, Michigan Reilly Brennan opted not to hit a triple here. This is a Steve Ditmann certified home run. One of the best Dumper pics from my archives. I believe Reilly captured this right after his honeymoon. If I understand the story, he was looking for his car in long term parking. He kept checking each level for familiarity, and then suddenly…things got very monster. Reilly has a photographic eye. So I suppose that’s an advantage over most of our eager street team. But the composition is just so sick. The essence of mystery, terror, foul play, the routes the killers took, are all here. It’s just twisted smooshed era design with unreal color and lack of shape. Why is it the only car there?! Seriously. The hub caps are missing from sick dumper peel outs. The color is that of a  mid 70’s morgue break room. And that light coming in to the parking structure….dude, don’t even. Long term parking really says it all. I just can’t help but think of Robert Stack’s voice, and the “Unsolved Mysteries” synth groove behind it. Shitty reenactments made to chill you to the bone. And they always do.

DTW Airport, Michigan

Reilly Brennan opted not to hit a triple here. This is a Steve Ditmann certified home run. One of the best Dumper pics from my archives. I believe Reilly captured this right after his honeymoon. If I understand the story, he was looking for his car in long term parking. He kept checking each level for familiarity, and then suddenly…things got very monster.

Reilly has a photographic eye. So I suppose that’s an advantage over most of our eager street team. But the composition is just so sick. The essence of mystery, terror, foul play, the routes the killers took, are all here. It’s just twisted smooshed era design with unreal color and lack of shape. Why is it the only car there?! Seriously. The hub caps are missing from sick dumper peel outs. The color is that of a  mid 70’s morgue break room. And that light coming in to the parking structure….dude, don’t even.

Long term parking really says it all. I just can’t help but think of Robert Stack’s voice, and the “Unsolved Mysteries” synth groove behind it. Shitty reenactments made to chill you to the bone. And they always do.

2 years ago
Body Dumper Track for Week of March 8, 2010 “A Day in the Life” by Chocolate Snow is this week’s Body Dumper track. It’s a stark contrast to the Fever Dog whimsy of last week’s Joe Walsh tune. This is one of the songs former ABA Basketball player Larry “Time Machine” Tinsley would listen to in his 1971 Buick Riviera.  Larry was a high school basketball stand out at Highland Park High near Detroit. From 1971 - 1974 He played college ball at St. John’s in New York. He proved to be their star player and was not well versed in humility. In the spring of ‘74 He signed with the Kentucky Colonels of the ABA. He was a primary contributor to their 1975 championship run. Seemingly, Larry’s future was bright. But in the following season his character issues were abundant. Nobody wanted to play with Larry, no matter how talented he was. In 1976 the NBA adopted a few of the ABA teams. The Kentucky Colonels were not one of them. Larry could not get picked up by any NBA team during the merger. His reputation was that of a me first, show-boating hothead. He ended up back in Detroit in 1976. Larry had no degree and no options to play ball. His demise was quick and poetically painful…..He became a drug pusher and brutal henchman for the Manny Atlas crime ring. I’m going to represent Larry’s life in a prolific movie. Undoubtedly, I will use this song. It will appear listed in the soundtrack as: Chocolate Snow - A Day in the Life (Tinsley’s Lament).

Body Dumper Track for Week of March 8, 2010

“A Day in the Life” by Chocolate Snow is this week’s Body Dumper track. It’s a stark contrast to the Fever Dog whimsy of last week’s Joe Walsh tune. This is one of the songs former ABA Basketball player Larry “Time Machine” Tinsley would listen to in his 1971 Buick Riviera.  Larry was a high school basketball stand out at Highland Park High near Detroit. From 1971 - 1974 He played college ball at St. John’s in New York. He proved to be their star player and was not well versed in humility. In the spring of ‘74 He signed with the Kentucky Colonels of the ABA. He was a primary contributor to their 1975 championship run. Seemingly, Larry’s future was bright. But in the following season his character issues were abundant. Nobody wanted to play with Larry, no matter how talented he was.

In 1976 the NBA adopted a few of the ABA teams. The Kentucky Colonels were not one of them. Larry could not get picked up by any NBA team during the merger. His reputation was that of a me first, show-boating hothead. He ended up back in Detroit in 1976. Larry had no degree and no options to play ball. His demise was quick and poetically painful…..He became a drug pusher and brutal henchman for the Manny Atlas crime ring.

I’m going to represent Larry’s life in a prolific movie. Undoubtedly, I will use this song. It will appear listed in the soundtrack as: Chocolate Snow - A Day in the Life (Tinsley’s Lament).

2 years ago

I have always had a place in my heart for the Cutty. It’s hard not to when you grow up near Detroit. Even today you see them all over The D and surrounding areas. In 1984 my family acquired a brand new Cutlass Supreme. It was pale blue/gray with navy interior. These were the days of sizzling hot seat belt latches from the summer sun. The body was made of pure sheet metal. We had acquired a gift.

This was our family’s car of distinction. Initially, my Mom pushed it. But eventually reliability was an issue. Then it became my old man’s burden to bear. Our Cutty made it 8 years. In the spring of 1992 the transmission blew up on I-96 in Detroit. My Dad left it for dead. It joined the likes of so many other abandoned cars on Detroit’s freeways. But if you ask me, there is no better way to lose a Cutlass.

2 years ago