Dune buggies are a simple idea: take a volkswagon bug from any period previous to the New Generation watercooled versions, rip the body off of the floorpan, bolt a bathtub in its place, and drive over the nearest sand dune.  There are as many variations on this as there are grains of sand in the world, but all of them share one thing: they are universally awesome.  What better way to evoke irresponsible summertime activities?!?

Three wheeled ATVs were so fucking badass awesome that they were litigated out of existence by people like my step-father.  He's a lawyer for just about every insurance company that you hate.  He was involved in a landmark decision against Honda, Yamaha, and Suzuki that spelled a quick demise for this unstable and highly entertaining mode of suicide.  I spent many, many years hanging my ass inches over the rear tires of one of these beasts, one that had been bored, stroked, and nitro powered to within an inch of spontaneous explosion. It was so bad ass, it could knock you out just by sitting there looking all bad ass.

However, since I am, like, old now, and responsible, I can't own a nitro powered bomb.  But in my responsibility beats the heart of a twelve year old boy who just wants to, ya know, rock the fuck out, preferably in his underwear while leaping from a second story window into a swimming pool with a towel cape tied around his neck and maybe a bottle of vodka in one hand.  Like any good twelve year old boy.  So, sometimes when I go home I rock the fuck out using a Les Paul Quilt Top made by Epiphone that looks exactly like the one in that picture.  It is plugged into a Vox Valvetronic AD50VT by way of several effects processors and one loop pedal.  The net result is whatever the fuck I want the net result to be, at volumes far too loud for the room to support (small room, cheap-ass 20 year old house, very loud amp).  The thing about the guitar is, strap one on.  Just, let it hang around your neck.  And even if you don't know what you are doing, you are instantly cooler than anyone else around you not wearing a guitar.

Cars are cool.  The new Corvette is way, way too cool, and while it is still used by certain balding middle aged men as a penile replacement, it is also a serious, lightweight, extremely powerful vehicle capable of 30mpg, or capable of killing most hundred-grand-and-up supercars (but not both at once).

You know what else is cool?  This office I am in. It is downright cold.  Like, the A/C is on and it is already 60 degrees in here.  But I have zero control over the A/C.  Which is fine, really, since the heat will kick on in August to make up for the cold now. 

That was a long way to go to complain about my office being meatlocker cold, but I'm also bored out of my skull restoring my laptop from install media.