A sad day for those of use who revel in tastelessness. Big Daddy Ed Roth
died last week. Did you feel the ripple in the force? Big Daddy put a lot
of extremely cool fossil fueled way live tricked out metal, bondo, and high
sheen chrome into our
lives. The man had his priorites and, perhaps, was on a mission from God.
See you later, Ed, say hello to Mr. Green Jeans for us. Let us bow our
heads in a moment of silence just before we side step that clutch.
To commemorate Ed's journey toward The Elvis Wing, I will be setting fire
to one of my genuine, 6th grade AMT models in the driveway tomorrow at dawn.
I will select either a channeled '59 Buick convertible, black enamel with a
decal of a devils head on the trunklid; or one of several '32 Ford Model B
roadsters, probably the one with a Chrysler hemi in the front and a Buick 401
where the rumble seat was supposed to be. (Two motors seemed like a really
good idea in 6th grade). I will be drinking black coffee and a half liter of
Pigs Head Ale, brewed and bottled right here on the farm in southeast
Michigan. I will have a good time.
I'll miss you, Ed.
John Deikis
(aka Blunt Head Trauma)
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