You Rang

Happy Halloween. Its my busiest weekend of the year, so keep clear.

Chevado

Gary Kleckner was always a little different than all the other boys at school. He was well liked and all, but when it came to certain physical dimensions Gary was a little left of field. He covered it up well for a lot of years, but he always had that urge to break free of his physical differences.
You see in 1965 Gary found himself with two serious problems. The first was he'd just bought himself a plain old 1955 Nomad. And the second was he had this massive set of balls tucked away in his trouser leg!
The kind of massive balls that separates the men from the boys. The kind of massive balls that needs to be expressed in the fine artistic dance of the wheel stand. The kind of massive balls that.....well, you get the idea.
What was the poor bugger to do but to wedge a 425 Oldsmobile motor in the ass end of his grocery getter and terrorise the streets with his wheel standing antics. This fucker was road registered!
Gary's massive balls became well known. Some said he had no choice but to pop wheelies, others said it was just in his blood, for Gary he just said "Let's get the fuck outta Dodge." Amen Gary, amen.

Yogi

"Chill bitches! You acting like you never seen a bear drive a dodgem car before."

Hall Of Fame Short Lister

In 1958 Ford designers built a small but detailed model of what they thought cars might look like in the year 2000A.D They couldn't have been more wrong but along came an English man and potential W.C.Z. Hall of Fame inductee Andy Saunders. You see Andy saw a picture of the model in a book called 'Dream Cars' and said to the missus "Core Blimey! i should build meself one of them jiggers" and fuck me drunk if Andy didn't do just that.

In an exclusive interview with W.C.Z. Andy said "Do you know what time of the fucking morning it is? No the cars not for sale and if you harass my family again i'm calling the cops!" Thanks Andy, spoken like a true Working Class Zero.

Radar Love

Doing wheelies all night my hands wet on the wheel ba ba ba ba baaah and theres speed in my veins that's driving my heel ba ba ba ba............

Vinny

This is Vincent my garage companion. He drinks hard, smokes harder and says "Fuck" a lot.

Is This The Car You Saw?

Rad car, has a perfect chop! For me I'm not big on the wheels, 80's bucket seats, side view mirrors and the rear end to me is screaming for Packard taillights but all in all very nice.

Carpe Dero "Seize Da Lager"

After the swap meet we went for a blast in Mezzo's chopped and two doored EK Holden. He just got it registered and is sorting out the small bugs. Fuck where do you start with this car, the pics only tell half the story.

Drug induced painters, five broken windscreens, chromers doing the dodge, the same drugged painter stealing thousands of dollars for a job not done, dick head tow truck drivers, putting bolts through bonnets, bending guards, chipping fresh paint, a lesser man would be crying in his beer.

FFRREEDDOOMMMM!!!!!

Felt good to drive the old Customline this morning. Gave it a good flogging to clear out the cob webs before i picked up the lads. Its such a scary car to drive fast, i've had so many ass clenching moments in this thing doing FREEDOM! runs, which involves flooring the gas and punching the air yelling freedom!!! You do feel alive though.

The swap meet was pretty crap as usual, just got this sweet welding book from Mez to help me brush up on my double fillets and flanged seem welds. Its acually not a bad little book, Thanks bro.

Just A Bad Exhaust Leak Officer

Me ol' mate Mez decided to make a grand exit from the alleyway behind the shop and reverse his car up to where we were enjoying a quiet beer and shower us in smoke and hot rubber. It was all good times until the cops drove past rubber necking. Knowing all to well how much cops like tattooed people having some harmless fun he whacked it in reverse, parked it and played it cool until the coast was clear. Chalk that one up as a small victory - Mez-1 / Cops-297

When are you gonna fix it up?

You know what i'd do if it was mine?

I've been using my Cusso lately as a storage bench for parts and assorted junk whilst i fix up my Valiant. I don't drive it much because it seems to be a bit of a dick head attractor, but i thought i'd dust off the old girl, pick up the lads and take it to a local swap meet tomorrow. It has no fuel gauge and i can't remember the last time i filled it up, but if there is anything more old school than running out of juice i haven't heard of it.

If The Vans A' Rockin

"Git out the fuckin way, dem punk kids stole me windscreen"

Moon Shot

I bought this sweet wheel standing Monaro back in 74' and renamed it "Money Shot"
I earned a rock star wage touring country drag strips plying my wheel standing trade. It was the best 6 weeks of my life!
Then the whole AIDs scare happened and track owners said the cars name was to "In ya face" and left a bad taste in the punters mouths.
I was left with nothing to do but to retire the car, sell it off for parts and burn all the photos to avoid paying several child support cases. Sad but true......

At Least Grandma Believed In Me

Well those white collared stiffs said it wouldn't last a day and one week later Working Class Zeroes is still going strong. I must admit there were times i laughed, times i cryed and times i thought "boy you really are a dick!" but i stuck in there through thick and thin to bring you the very best of my confused ramblings.

Crying Poor

Ok some ground rules. If i can help it i only want to try and picture Australian built rods, bikes, customs and whatever. It won't always be the case but i'll try.
Anyways fight the power and screw the rules man this little roadster pick up got me thinking how cheap you could build a cool fun little rod. Now don't start complaining that you got no money, i know you have pay Tv, spend at least $15 bucks a day on lunch trying to impress the girl who drives the smoko van (lets face it, shes ugly with terrible tits) and double that amount on smokes. Why not keep that hard earned dole money in your pocket and buy a model T cowl and doors, fabricate a rear panel and pick up tray, add some personal style with a cool steering wheel and you could even get an old discarded model A 4 banger and save for a sweet Riley intake and white walls!!! Hell get the parts, pay me in beer and i'll help ya to build the thing.

R-R-R-Robbo!!!!

Me old mate Rrroobbbbooo gave me this sweet carb spacer he cast up at the railway foundry he works at. Theres something spiritual about hand made parts, defects and all!!! I have not idea what i'll do with it, i only machined it because Robbo wanted to know if the cast was porous and the hemi won't need it because it'll run 6 Holley 94's, but all the same i'd rather not clean all the external cast marks off it and make it look like a bought one, or the same as the ones that come out of a made in China box. I'm scared it might loose its soul.

Trouser Bone Shaker

One of the cleanest Trumpys getting around a few years ago. A true trouser bone shaker.

Blow Me

In a world of billet and street rods, the chap that owns this model a roadster just gets it. The traditional parts on this car look like a lifes work of swap meet finds long before online auctions took the mystique out of finding a McCulloch supercharger.

Before, During and After...

Mezzo's 64' T-Bird i painted for him awhile ago now. I found the photos hidden in my camera and got thinking how rust free this car really was. When he had it every tyre kicker wanted it but when he wanted to sell it they all had excuses. Sold it cheap and everyone complained...... usual story.

How to go 105mph!!!

Theres an old fella at work named Daryl who would easily have forgotten more shit than i know. He and a mate had an itch to go fast and built this go cart in the mid 60's. 305cc Honda Dream motor, welded pistons to increase compression, copper exhaust pipes (I'm told they sound better) and they even ground there own camshaft!!! It went 105mph at the old Lakeside race track before they were politely told not to come back. All this before old Daryl bolted on a cabin blower supercharger and proceeded to stretch head studs. They played around with thicker copper head gaskets and tuning but reliability problems and other interests saw to the go carts demise.
On a side note Daryl moved on to make from scratch his own supercharger for a Leyland Mini he had. Crazy!

200mph????

Had some spare time at work this week so i knocked up this steering wheel for a salt flat racer I've been building in my head for the last two years so don't expect any updates any time soon. 8mm aluminium plate annealed and bent in a press. Still needs wooden hand grips and sanding to finishing off.

Filler Up Mac

I found this pic surfing the net sometime ago. What young boy wouldn't have given his little sister to have owned something this cool.

Ride Through The Skull

Forget what the missus says, How can you call yourself a biker without a sweet tickler. Don't be caught flat footed by the scenesters at the next bike show and pick a lip rug that best suits your new coffin tank/tomb stone taillight combo.

Rule The Roost

As if you wouldn't be the baddest mofo on the building site with this "Super Chicken" decal. It would be a certain pantie dropper when you rock up at the pub in this sweet rig, long before the Fast and Furious ripped it off.