Happy 4th

This ain’t facebook fellas… It’s a community hyper focused on vintage speed and power over anything else. Still, there are times when it’s only natural to celebrate things not related. The trick is making whatever that might be relatable in accordance to the policy we post by.

Happy 4th hoodlums… Don’t blow your fingers off.

Now, I’ll admit—it gets harder every damn year to connect Independence Day to some sort of red-blooded hot rod angle. I’ve run through every last stars-and-bars jalopy worth mentioning. So screw the gimmick this time around. You know what I’ve got instead?

Joie Friggin’ Chitwood.

That’s right. The Thrill Show king himself. Because if lawn darts, open beer in a paper bag, and backyard fireworks are American, then Joie Chitwood jumping a ’56 Chevy through a wall of fire is constitutionally protected. And I’ll take that kind of reckless patriotism over any parade float draped in bunting or some dumb ass politician mouthing off about how hard he’s working.