Despite the bumper sticker on the back of the Town Cow, I made a rare exception to my “no cell phone while driving” rule, thanks to the State of Kansas’s failure to include snapping cellphone pics in their distracted driving statute, and the fact that I was sitting at a stoplight with my foot on the brake. Furthermore, if the Sunflower State’s Finest did try to bust me, I was only about three feet from Missouri.*
Why did I feel compelled to compromise my safety-first attitude for this particular car? No, I don’t have a fetish for 1954 Fords, even though they’re cool cars. This car’s extra significance comes not from what it is, but rather from who’s behind the wheel. The ‘shopped license plate camouflage should provide the giveaway clue; this seafoam survivor belongs to none other than Hooniverse Hyper-Lounge Certified commenter Alff. I had just enjoyed a tasty Shrimp Po’Boy Combo in the company of both the Divine Mr. A and fellow Heartland Hoon Kiefmo.
Despite my efforts to obscure his plate, I am still going to blow his witness protection cover by showing you his dashing mug in an even more flagrant, underway-in-traffic side view of the car after the jump.


Alff and Kiefmo are both great guys. Alff has been a real-life friend of mine for a number of years, while this past week’s LuncHoon get-together was the first time either of us had met Kiefmo. But in all cases, our interactions began as Internet car-guy co-pontificators. Those online interactions then spilled over into meatspace once we learned we were locals.
I would encourage all of you to reach out and connect with the Commentariat in your area. Non-cyber-dimension friendships will add a welcome new aspect to your time here. (And could, perhaps, even help your wife understand that Hooniverse is a genuine community worth investing in, and not just a means of “wasting time online.”)
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get my planned photo of the Tudor, the Town Cow and the Merc Diesel of Doom together in the parking lot.

*I am kidding, of course. I would never attempt to run from the cops, and crossing the state line in metro Kansas City means nothing. All Local municipalities share reciprocal permission to pursue across the border.