BigBoy Monthly Manifest 25.02.28 – The Final Detonation

M/M BigBoy Monthly Manifest 25.02.28 – The Final Detonation

Last Stop Before Oblivion – Hold Tight and Hit the Gas!

Welcome back, my pavement-scorching, nitro-chugging maniacs! This is BigBoy Monthly Manifest, and this time, we’re not just flirting with madness—we’re diving headfirst into the molten core of chaos. If you thought last month was a full-throttle blitz into the abyss, then buckle up, because this time we’re slamming the accelerator through the firewall. No brakes. No safety nets. No turning back.

The Countdown to Carnage

I, The Great Ape, have assembled the most reckless, rule-breaking, piston-pounding collection of stories, chaos, and cosmic calamity ever crammed into a single issue. This is the last stand before sanity crumbles, the final detonation before the system implodes. Jukebox rebels, tire-smoking titans, and intergalactic desperados have gathered to deliver one last white-knuckle, chrome-drenched, steel-melting ride into the unknown.

Tales of Turbocharged Mayhem

What’s inside this month’s thunderous testament to anarchy?

… Hell-bent hot rods and outlaw gearheads rewriting the laws of speed and survival.
… Cosmic warriors and neon-lit cyberpunks carving their legends into the wreckage of time.
… Mad scientists, forgotten kings, and high-octane villains who laugh in the face of reason.
… The dirtiest, grimiest, most pulse-pounding lore from the wastelands of punk, pulp, and petrol fumes.

This is a last supper for the mechanically deranged, a war cry for the fearless, a burnout into the black hole of recklessness.

No Gods. No Masters. Just Speed.

This isn’t a reading experience. This is a high-speed, asphalt-melting demolition derby of thought. If you don’t leave this issue with grit in your teeth, fire in your gut, and gasoline running through your veins, then you were never meant for the ride in the first place.

The Final Words Before the Storm

The fuse is lit. The engine’s redlining. The void is waiting.

Strap in, hold tight, and let the BigBoy Monthly Manifest 25.02.28 launch you into one final, glorious explosion of absolute bedlam.

Punch it.

Anarchy on Two Wheels and Four

Rebel Machines That Burn Rubber and Rules

Outlaw bikers. Grease-stained legends. Cars that snarl like caged beasts and riders who laugh in the face of the laws of physics.

If it rolls, if it roars, if it leaves scorch marks in the history books, it’s in here.

Blueprints of the 1953 Martian War Machine which were made as an Advertisement for the 1988 War of the Worlds TV Series.

Salvador Dali painting The Face of War, 1940

Finally the Truth!

The Great Ape’s Guide to the Ultimate Bolt Bag

The Great Ape has been getting into survival recently, and if there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that hesitation is the enemy of survival. When disaster strikes, you need to be ready to move—fast, light, and equipped for whatever chaos comes your way. Enter the Vehicle Bolt Bag, your lifeline in an emergency.

A bolt bag isn’t about overpacking—it’s about precision. The goal is one full day of survival support, covering food, water, medical, navigation, and defense. From energy bars and extra mags to a zero-trace flashlight and a burner phone, every item has a purpose.

Your setup should be compact, durable, and ready to grab at a moment’s notice—no fluff, no wasted space. In a high-stakes situation, time spent scrambling for supplies is time lost.

The Great Ape salutes your preparedness. Move fast, think ahead, and always be ready to bolt.

The Ghosts of Gasoline Alley

Legends That Refuse to Die

Some stories are too wild to fade. Some renegades refuse to rot.
This issue exhumes the mad scientists, death-defying drifters, and punk-fueled misfits who rewrote the rules of rebellion—and then torched the damn book.

Old waxwork Heads at Madame Tussaud’s, London. The lady second shelf down from top on left and second from left is staring at me!

Bob Scott – Sydney 1976, Recording Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (Albert Studio) Photo by Philip Morris.

Motordrome racer on an Excelsior motorcycle, circa 1914

Wall of death !

The Wall of Death Daredevils

The Great Ape’s Guide to Bigfoot’s Biggest Clue!

For decades, skeptics have scoffed at the idea of Bigfoot, brushing aside every footprint, blurry photograph, and late-night howls in the woods. But in 1923, something tangible was found—a severed toe unlike anything ever seen before. Discovered in a hunter’s trap near Tacoma, Washington, this massive appendage stunned the world before being tucked away in the archives of the Moody Institute of Science.

DNA sequencing in 1989 shook the scientific community, revealing genetic markers unknown in any known primate. Dr. Yenolab Ynohp himself called it astonishing evidence of an unidentified upright species roaming the wilds of North America.

Now, the toe sits on permanent display in Room 222, Case 52 of the museum’s west wing. While scammers push colorized hoaxes, the real relic remains a cryptozoological enigma—silent, but screaming to be recognized.

The Great Ape salutes this beastly ancestor. Is Bigfoot out there? The toe suggests we may not be as alone in the woods as we think…

Granny was a Bikey!

Eddy Cochran and Gene Vincent

Stanley Borack

The Great Ape’s Guide to Finding Your Natural Hair Part!

So, you’re tired of fighting your hair every morning, trying to force it into submission? It’s time to stop battling your strands and start working with them. Finding your natural hair part is about more than just styling—it’s about flow, balance, and letting nature do the work for you.

Don’t think of this as just picking a side—it’s about understanding your hair’s natural direction and using it to your advantage. Whether you’re using the fall test or checking your cowlick, these methods will ensure your hair looks effortlessly styled, rather than forced into place.

The Great Ape salutes your follicular wisdom. Now go forth and part ways—with bad hair days!

Advertisement for the 1933 Pontiac Economy Straight Eight Convertible Coupe

Betty Brosmer keeping it cool. #pinupphotography

In 1955, 4.5 megabytes of data required an enormous 62,500 punch cards, a staggering contrast to today’s compact storage solutions. Punch cards were the backbone of mid-20th-century computing, with each card storing only a tiny fragment of information, requiring meticulous organization and handling.

This massive paper-based system highlights the sheer inefficiency of early computing, where physical storage dominated. Over time, technological leaps replaced stacks of cards with microchips, ushering in the era of digital convenience and miniaturized data storage.

The Great Ape’s Guide to Atomic Survival!

So, it’s 1951, and the Federal Civil Defense Administration is here to tell you how to duck, cover, and (hopefully) not vaporize when the big one drops. Atomic bombs are no joke—they hit you with blast, heat, and radiation. This guide? It’s about maximizing your survival odds whether you’re at home, work, or just out living your best Cold War life.

Stockpile supplies, find shelter, and follow procedures like your life depends on it—because it does.

The Great Ape salutes your nuclear preparedness. Now, don’t forget your canned beans and lead-lined underwear!

Carol “Bunny” Burkett

Richard Nixon meets Superman – Action Comics No. 390 – July, 1970. – You can trust Tricky Dicky Right!?!?!

Fred Freeman

Pinups, Pulp, and Planetary Pandemonium

Where High Heels Meet High-Octane Havoc

Rocket-fueled rebellion and red-lipped renegades—this is where vintage curves meet chrome-plated chaos.
From smirking pinups in leather to space-age vixens with ray guns, this issue is dripping with atomic-era allure and full-throttle fury.

Jane Birkin, born December 14, 1946, was a style icon and a cultural force who shaped music, fashion, and film. Rising to fame through her collaboration with Serge Gainsbourg, their 1969 hit “Je T’aime… Moi Non Plus” became both controversial and legendary, solidifying her as a muse of the era. Her free-spirited, effortless style—marked by minimalist chic and an air of mystery—inspired generations, proving that true elegance comes from authenticity.

Her influence extended to French cinema, with roles in classics like La Piscine (1969) and Don Juan, or If Don Juan Were a Woman (1973), where she captivated audiences with her unique blend of vulnerability and strength. But Birkin’s enduring cultural imprint transcended film and music—her name became synonymous with luxury when Hermès designed the now-iconic Birkin bag in her honor in the 1980s.

Beyond her artistic contributions, Birkin was a champion of individuality and self-expression. Her work, persona, and attitude embodied the idea that true style is about more than fashion—it’s about confidence, creativity, and breaking boundaries. Even today, her legacy remains a testament to effortless sophistication, timeless charm, and fearless artistry.

It was at this moment, that he decided to become a bass player.

1970 Volkswagen Porsche Tapiro by Ital Design (Giugiaro)

The Gun Club – Fire of Love: A Raw, Blazing Classic

If you’ve got Fire of Love playing, you already know—this isn’t just an album, it’s an unhinged, fever-drenched sermon from the underbelly of rock ‘n’ roll. Released in 1981, The Gun Club’s debut record is where punk, blues, and rockabilly crash together in a reckless, howling inferno. Jeffrey Lee Pierce leads the charge like some haunted, Southern Gothic preacher, his voice teetering between a feral wail and a ghostly moan, dripping with desperation and swagger.

The album burns from start to finish, opening with Sex Beat, a sleazy, pounding anthem that sets the tone for everything that follows—dirty, dangerous, and completely mesmerizing. Tracks like For the Love of Ivy and Ghost on the Highway come at you like outlaw murder ballads cranked up to a speed freak’s heartbeat, while Jack on Fire sounds like a blues revival gone horribly wrong, in the best way possible. The slide guitar screeches, the rhythms stomp and rattle, and everything feels like it’s about to combust.

But Fire of Love isn’t just chaos—it’s controlled destruction, a reimagining of the Delta blues through the eyes of a Hollywood punk kid with a Robert Johnson obsession and a death wish. It’s lust, danger, and a crossroads deal gone sideways, all set to a soundtrack of reverb-soaked guitars and back-alley voodoo.

If you’ve got the video rolling, let it consume you. Fire of Love isn’t meant to be played in the background—it demands to be felt. It’s not just an album, it’s a curse, a spell, a fire that never dies.

And if a Great Ape were to hear it, perhaps it would tilt its head, listening to the wails and howls of another species lost in its own fever dream. There is no fire of love in the jungle, no desperate howls to the void, no ghosts on the highway. Only the steady rhythm of the earth, pulsing beneath the feet, unbroken, unchained. The ape does not bargain at the crossroads. It simply walks on.

Route 66 Travel Mats, 1959

It was not that long ago … Gordon Parks – Department Store, Mobile, Alabama 1956

The Great Ape’s Guide to Escape-Ready Navigation!

So, you’re out in the wild—maybe dodging pursuit, maybe just trying to find your way back from a bad decision. Either way, if you don’t know where you’re going, you’re already in trouble. That’s where a concealable compass becomes your best friend.

Don’t think of this as a toy compass from a cereal box—it’s a fail-safe backup tool, small enough to sew into your gear, lace into a boot, or hide in a hem. With nothing but Kevlar thread and rare-earth magnets, you can always find your way without flashing a signal to whoever might be looking.

The Great Ape salutes your survival instincts. Stay sharp, stay stealthy, and never let the mapless masses dictate your direction!

Time to put your face on …

James Remar? – even the stunt men were afraid of him. “We follow Baxley along a concrete pathway that cuts through the grass and trees and rises gently towards an exit onto West End Avenue. Four of the Warriors are standing there in the shadows – Swan, Ajax, Snow and Cowboy. They keep to themselves, and that’s fine by me. James Remar’s playing Ajax, the hothead, and Remar’s doing that Method Acting thing – staying in character – a perpetual sneer on his face. The guy’s been putting off a dangerous, loose-cannon vibe from day one, and I’ve seen how people have been steering clear of him. Me included. And now Walter Hill’s about to put a bat in his hands.”

Except for the “Superscope Stereo” this advertisement looks, and reads like a scene from many a pulp novel.

Tamworth NSW Aus. December 1976. They had been banned from performing by the Mayor because of Angus’ penchant for mooning.

Manchester, England, 1986.

Happy Mothers Day!

In 1969, a photograph captured a mother using a trash can as an impromptu playpen while she crocheted in the park. By today’s standards, this might raise eyebrows, but back then, it was a practical parenting hack born out of necessity. Mothers of the era had to juggle responsibilities with creativity, often making do with whatever was available.

The 1960s were a time of transition, with women balancing domestic life and growing societal independence. Parenting styles were different, and safety regulations were, well, a little more… flexible. What might seem shocking now was likely just another day in the life of a resourceful mom trying to get a moment of peace.

The Great Ape reckons this is peak jungle ingenuity—forget baby gates, just deploy a low-tech containment unit and carry on! Of course, modern parenting blogs would have a meltdown over this, but you’ve got to admire the problem-solving. 10/10 for improvisation—questionable for modern childcare tactics!

Debbie Harry, Arturo Vegas loft, 1975 – Paul Zone

By the time Blondie released Eat to the Beat in 1979, they had already proven they could shape-shift through genres like a gang of streetwise rock ‘n’ roll chameleons. And then comes Accidents Never Happen, a song that hits like a neon-lit noir thriller, dripping with sinister cool, paranoia, and a pulsing backbeat that refuses to quit.

From the first icy synth stabs, you know you’re in for something different. This isn’t the bubbly Blondie of Heart of Glass—this is dark Blondie, edgy Blondie, the Blondie that slinks through dimly lit city streets in a leather jacket with a knowing smirk. Then the drums kick in, relentless and driving, like the soundtrack to a chase scene you didn’t realize you were in.

And at the center of it all? Debbie Harry, delivering her lines with smirking detachment and razor-sharp precision. “You can’t manufacture a miracle…” she sings, teasing you with the idea that fate isn’t real, and everything happens because someone made it happen. It’s not just a song—it’s a philosophy wrapped in a slick, pulsing groove.

Chris Stein’s icy, stabbing guitars slice through the mix, while Jimmy Destri’s synths shimmer like city lights reflecting off a wet pavement. It’s a song that sounds like a crime story unfolding in slow motion, a tale of fate, control, and the lies we tell ourselves about coincidence.

And if a Great Ape were to hear it? Perhaps it would grin at the irony. In the jungle, there are no accidents—only instinct, precision, and consequence. The ape does not question fate, does not play games with destiny. It moves, it hunts, it survives—without the need for manufactured miracles or whispered denials.

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Debbie Harry: The Iconic Rebel of Punk Rock and Pop Culture

Steve McQueen with his big-block ’66 Corvette. He removed the front bumpers, as all the cool kids did at the time.

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Lillian La France: The Girl Who Flirted with Death

The DH-17 Blaster Pistol is a staple of Imperial and Rebel arsenals, manufactured by BlasTech Industries. This sleek and efficient energy weapon is designed for close-quarters combat, featuring a power pack capable of 500 shots and an optimal range of 30 meters, extending up to 120 meters under ideal conditions.

With cooling vents, a gas conversion module, and a prismatically housed energy core, the DH-17 is built for rapid, sustained fire without overheating. Standard issue for Rebel troopers and Imperial naval personnel, this blaster is known for accuracy and reliability, making it a favored sidearm in galactic conflicts.

The Great Ape, of course, is skeptical—why fire blaster bolts when you could go full Wookiee and rip arms out of sockets?

Advertisement for the complete line of 1963 Lincoln Continentals.

Life before the GPS, you had to trust strangers for directions…

Artwork by Joseph Little for the story “Emperor of the Barbary Coast”, published in a 1958 issue of “Male” magazine. #pinupart

Why is Lorraine so horny? Considering she’s a teenager in 1955, when social norms were strict and sexuality was repressed, her behavior is as forward as a sailor on shore leave.

Hollywood Knights 40 Ford

“Anybody can jump a motorcycle. The trouble begins when you try to land it” – Evel Knievel

Ray Guns, Rocket Cars, and Riot Girls

Retro-Futurism with a Fistful of Fury

The 1950s imagined flying cars and space-age utopias. We imagined pinup astronauts, turbocharged moon buggies, and biker gangs tearing through the cosmos on flaming meteor cycles.
Strap in, space cowboy. The future just got a nitrous injection.

The day when wrestling changed forever

It’s Swing Time!

When Pinups Rode Dragons and Robots Lit Cigarettes

The Pulp Sci-Fi Dream on Overdrive

This isn’t your daddy’s golden age—it’s a chrome age, dripping in atomic swagger.
Here, Martian hot rods peel out on intergalactic highways, and jetpack-wearing hellcats kiss danger on the lips.

Harrison Ford takes a break on the set of Return of the Jedi. 1982

Cheap upgrade?

Veronica Lake 1941 #pinupart

Clarence Doore

At the New Orleans Mardi Gras – 1980s.

Martinis, Machine Guns, and Mayhem

When Suave Meant Deadly

Before espionage went digital, it was all silencers, pinstriped suits, and dames who’d kiss you or kill you depending on the drink in your hand.
This is the world where smoking jackets came with concealed weapons, and fast cars were always one step ahead of the law.

Wanna know Moe about Big Daddy Roths’ Trike?

ED “BIG DADDY” ROTH’S “CANDY WAGON” HARLEY TRIKE

Advertisement for BZ’s Black Beauty, Batmobile, and Little Red Wagon slot cars, from the August issue of Toys and Novelties magazine.

The Girl from A.U.N.T.I.E: The Sky-High Affair Book One – 1957

Milner – Revell

Falfa – Revell

Assorted – Graffiti

More of Milner Deuce Coupe – Terrific Modelling

The Great Ape’s Guide to Keeping Your Valuables Hidden!

So, you’re on the move—maybe in a sketchy motel, a temporary hideout, or just looking to stash your cash where prying hands won’t find it. Whatever the case, a solid concealment strategy isn’t about simply hiding things—it’s about making sure they stay hidden when it matters most.

Think of this as strategic misdirection. A rushed thief grabs what’s in plain sight, but the smart operator knows how to tuck valuables into places no one would think to check. From hollowed-out furniture to overlooked nooks in household items, the right hiding spot is the difference between keeping your essentials safe and losing them to sticky fingers.

The Great Ape salutes your ingenuity—because in a world full of prying eyes, the best treasures are the ones no one ever finds.

Something is going down!

Kenner’s The Six Million Dollar Man’s “Steve Austin” with his trusty engine block!

Bill “Grumpy”Jenkins

Somebody put something in my drink!

Some songs hit like a punch to the gut, and Only a Memory is one of them. Released in 1988 as the lead single from The Smithereens’ Green Thoughts, it’s a perfect storm of heartbreak, frustration, and that slow-burning ache of something lost forever.

From the first jangle of guitars, there’s a feeling of restless nostalgia, a sound that swirls like old photographs caught in the wind. Then the drums kick in—pounding, relentless, like a heart that refuses to let go. And when Pat DiNizio’s deep, weary voice delivers the opening line, it’s clear: this isn’t just a breakup song—it’s a eulogy for something that can never be reclaimed.

“As I sit alone and watch the clock… I remember you…”

The guitar work is raw yet melodic, balancing between anger and longing, while the chorus explodes with desperate intensity—a surge of sound that feels like someone shouting into the void, demanding an answer that will never come. It’s power pop drenched in shadows, a song that sits somewhere between defiance and sorrow, between the past and a future that doesn’t care.

And if a Great Ape were to hear it? Perhaps it would pause for a moment, sensing the strange weight humans place on ghosts of their own making. The jungle does not remember, does not cling to faded echoes. The ape does not wait for answers from the past—it simply moves, unburdened, into the endless now.

Street Queens and Cosmic Sirens

Rebellion in Red Lipstick

They weren’t just pretty—they were dangerous.
From rockabilly bombshells to sci-fi starlets with a thirst for mayhem, they burned brighter, lived louder, and left a trail of fire in their wake.

One can never have too much fuzz…

Spicy Adventure Stories – December 1937

Bill Murray at Elvis Presley’s funeral – 1977

Split the Air, 1931

Chris Moore

Mooneyes

#mooneyes #moonequipped #mooneyes #shoplife #mooneyesjapan #mooneyesusa #vintangedragracing #raildragster

A classic example of 1960s men’s magazine art, this salacious and provocative illustration was published in a July issue of Men magazine to accompany a story at least tentatively titled, “Germany’s Fräulein Camps” by Samson Pollen.

Raise Giant Frogs for the American Frog Canning Company… just add water

Marc Bolan (front – then known as Mark Field) of ‘Stamford Hill Mods’, in Soho London – 1962 – by Don McCullin

The Great Ape’s Guide to DIY Fire & Fury!

So, you’re lost in the wilderness, your flashlight’s dead, and night is closing in. You need light, heat, and protection—and that means building a torch that’ll burn long enough to guide you through the abyss.

Don’t think of a torch as a flaming stick—it could be your handcrafted beacon of survival, built to burn bright, steady, and strong against wind, rain, and the creeping dark. Using natural resins, tightly bound cloth, and a little patience, you can create a flame that’ll last up to an hour, ensuring you stay lit and lethal in the wild.

The Great Ape salutes your primal ingenuity. Now go forth and burn bright—just don’t set yourself ablaze in the process!

In the sweltering summer of 1929, Londoners were met with an unsettling sight in department store windows across the city. As an unexpected heatwave gripped the capital, the elegant wax mannequins—designed to showcase the latest in high fashion—began to melt under the oppressive temperatures. Their once-perfect features warped and sagged, turning chic window displays into surreal, almost nightmarish tableaus.

Store owners and staff scrambled to salvage their carefully curated storefronts, but the damage had already begun. Shoppers and passersby stood in morbid fascination as the carefully sculpted figures of beauty and sophistication dissolved before their eyes. What was meant to be a celebration of glamour had turned into an eerie reminder of nature’s unpredictable power.

Beyond the spectacle, the melting mannequins became an accidental metaphor for the fragility of beauty and artifice—how perfection, no matter how meticulously crafted, can be undone in an instant by forces beyond human control. Nearly a century later, the image of these distorted figures lingers as a haunting and oddly poetic moment in the history of fashion—a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability in a world obsessed with polished appearances.

And if a Great Ape were to observe this strange human phenomenon, perhaps it would chuckle at the irony. The humans, with all their cleverness, had sculpted lifelike figures to stand in for themselves—only to watch them melt like waxen imitations of their own impermanence. The jungle does not weep when the heat comes. Only those who believe themselves beyond it do.

Grease, Gasoline, and Garters

Where Rockabilly Rebellion Never Dies

A place where the jukebox never stops spinning, and the chrome never stops gleaming.
Where cherry-red lipstick matches the candy paint of a ‘57 Chevy, and nobody asks permission to burn rubber.

Big Daddy

1966 – Friedel Münch, Münch Mammut Prototype.

Love is Love…

The Great Ape’s Guide to Sonic Overkill!

In the wild era of experimental sound, Bowers & Wilkins dared to challenge the Wall of Sound with their own Nautilus Sound System—a towering beast of audio engineering built specifically for the Grateful Dead’s 1970 tour.

The goal? Deliver unparalleled bass and clarity. The problem? It worked too well. Early tests rattled the stage so hard that Jerry Garcia’s feet went completely numb, forcing the project into the scrapyard of forgotten sound experiments.

The Great Ape tips his hat to this audacious sonic catastrophe. But in case it wasn’t clear—this is absolutely a joke.

Herrmann’s Wizards’ Manual From Johnson Smith & Co. Catalogue, 1929

Atomic Glamour and Turbo Terror

Where the Future Was Built on Neon and Nerve

There was a time when the future was bold, brash, and a little radioactive.
This is that golden-hued fever dream, where muscle cars fly, Martinis come with microchips, and robots still have style.

2 page promotional trade magazine advertisement for King Kong, 1933

The Great Ape’s Guide to Finding Cover in a Firefight!

When bullets start flying, survival depends on knowing the difference between cover and concealment—one stops bullets, the other just hides you. Whether you’re in the urban jungle or out in the wild, finding solid, bullet-stopping materials is crucial. Dense wood, concrete, steel, and granite provide real protection, while drywall and car trunks? Useless.

Make sure you’re identifying proper cover in everyday surroundings—tables, planters, and the engine side of a car could save your hide. When possible, reinforce everyday items like books or clipboards with bulletproof materials for improvised protection.

The Great Ape salutes your quick thinking—because in a firefight, standing behind the wrong thing could be your last mistake!

19th century Firefighters’ helmets

Boosted

Is that a light saber on your belt or are you just happy to see me?

Ginger Stories October 1931

President John F. Kennedy helps Superman retain his secret identity, by posing as Clark Kent while Superman saves lives. The issue hit stands the week after Kennedy’s assassination, much to the alarm of DC Comics, as it was too late for recall.

Chrome-Lipped Rebels and Jetpack Junkies

Where Pinups Pack Heat and Rockets Run on Whiskey

They don’t wait for permission. They don’t need a map.
From cigarette-smoking bombshells in bullet bras to Martian smugglers with laser scars, this is where high-octane glamour crashes headfirst into intergalactic grit.

1939 Advertisement for the upcoming 1940 model of the Willys Speedway

Bette Davis ad in Variety, 1962

Evel Knievel X-J44 Widow Maker. The 1200-horsepower engine was initially built to power a cruise missile before it was latched on the three-wheel motorcycle. Built in the late 1960s by EJ Potter, also known as “The Michigan Madman.” Potter used a Fairchild J-44 jet engine scored from United States military surplus. Potter named his creation the “Widow Maker” and traveled to drag strips across the country, wowing wide-eyed crowds with his death-defying performances. Back in the day, the jet trike could exceed 200 mph—a benchmark still praised today by motorcycle land speed racers. The “Widow Maker” was eventually bought by none other than Evel Knievel, who renamed it as “Jet Cycle X-J44.” Knievel rode it at several motorcycle events before it was retired. The daredevil’s signature red, white, and blue livery still decks out the Jet Cycle. Those are fitting colors for a treasured piece of motorcycling Americana.

Riverside ’66

Chicks Dig Pie Cut Cheater Slicks

#cargirls #vintagedragracing #blonde #dragracing #nitro #cargirl #topfuel #nhra #raildragster

The Space Shuttle Columbia blasts off from Cape Canaveral on June 27, 1982. Art by Ren Wicks.

Original Men’s Adventure Magazine Illustration by Samson Pollen

The Skipper September 1937

Making your own entertainment on an estate in Kirkby, Merseyside, UK, 1973. By Sefton Samuels.

The Other Munro, Caroline… #pinupart

The Great Ape’s Guide to Wiretap Wizardry!

Eavesdropping isn’t just for spies and shadowy agents—sometimes, a well-placed audio device is the key to capturing critical intel. Whether you’re setting up a hard install or going for a covert soft install, knowing where and how to place your equipment makes all the difference.

Think beyond the obvious—TVs, picture frames, outlets, and hotel room phones make excellent hiding spots. In vehicles, the dome light or center console keeps things discreet. Want long-term surveillance? Hardwired devices using the target’s power source ensure uninterrupted operation.

But remember—if you’re the one being listened to, loose lips sink ships.

The Great Ape says: If you wouldn’t shout it from a rooftop, don’t whisper it where hidden ears lurk.

Modern Mechanix, October, 1934. Art by Norman Saunders

Turbine Girls and Atomic Amazons

The Future Didn’t Arrive—They Took It at Gunpoint

These aren’t fainting dames or backup dancers—they’re lead-footed hellcats in go-go boots, bending physics over the hood of a rocket-finned Cadillac.

“Little Boy” & “Fat Man”…

Spicy Detective Stories – July 1942

Sgt. Gregory’s Escape from Red Chinese Captivity

The Great Ape’s Guide to the Lost Art of Milking a Cow!

So, you find yourself on a farm, staring down a cow like it’s the final boss of survival. Maybe the store ran out of milk, or maybe you just want to connect with your ancestors who weren’t soft city dwellers. Either way, it’s time to roll up your sleeves and get to work.

Forget the idea that milking is just about squeezing—it’s a rhythm, a technique, a delicate balance between pressure and patience. Grip, squeeze, release—repeat. With the right finesse, you’ll be filling buckets in no time.

The Great Ape salutes your commitment to hands-on survival. Now go forth, churn that liquid gold, and remember—respect the cow, or prepare for a swift hoof to the shin!

The Smirking Specters of Gasoline Alley

Some Legends Fade, Others Go Screaming Into the Afterlife

Once upon a time, they ruled the roads, the skies, and the racetracks.
Now, their ghosts still linger, revving unseen engines, whispering danger in the ears of new rebels.

Japanese man with an irezumi tattoo. Circa 1890-1909.

The Sex Pistols passport photos for their US tour – January 1978

There are protest songs, and then there’s God Save the Queen, a track that didn’t just shake the establishment—it spat in its face and set fire to the rulebook. Released in 1977, right in time for Queen Elizabeth II’s Silver Jubilee, the Sex Pistols took the most sacred British anthem and twisted it into a snarling, sneering battle cry against monarchy, conformity, and blind patriotism.

From the first ferocious guitar riff, you can feel the pent-up rage, the sense that something is coming apart at the seams. Then Johnny Rotten kicks in, slurring and spitting every word like a man who knows he’s either going to be heard or destroyed in the process.

“God save the Queen, the fascist regime… They made you a moron, potential H-bomb!”

This wasn’t just a punk song—it was a Molotov cocktail lobbed straight into the heart of Britain’s stiff-upper-lip tradition. The government tried to silence it, radio stations refused to play it, and the Pistols got banned from performing—all of which only made the song more dangerous, more legendary, more of a middle finger to the system than anyone could have imagined.

Steve Jones’ guitars are raw, dirty, and relentless, Paul Cook’s drums hit like riot shields clashing in the street, and Sid Vicious? Well, he was already on his way to becoming the most infamous rock ‘n’ roll train wreck of all time. But at the center of it all, there’s Rotten, sneering his way through a chorus that Britain couldn’t ignore, no matter how much it wanted to.

“No future! No future! No future for you!”

And if a Great Ape were to hear it? Perhaps it would laugh—deep and guttural, watching the strange little creatures who tear down their own thrones only to build new ones in their place. The jungle knows no kings, no crowns, no futures to bet on or betray. The ape does not kneel, does not riot, does not beg for salvation. It simply lives—free, untamed, and indifferent to the noise of empires crumbling.

Jungle Pam

#junglejim #vintagedragracing #cargirls #funnycar #cargirl #nhra #raildragster

Anonymous letter to the Metropolitan Police about the Kray Twins, August 1966

Leather, Lipstick, and a Loaded Gun

Elegance is for the Slow

If it’s got red heels or whitewalls, it belongs here.
The line between femme fatale and getaway driver is razor-thin, and we’re riding that blade at 120 miles per hour.

The image captures a striking moment of nuns sharing a cigarette break, a rare and unexpected glimpse into their daily lives. While religious orders are often associated with strict discipline and solemnity, this candid scene humanizes these women, showing them in a relaxed and informal setting.

Throughout history, nuns have played significant roles beyond religious devotion—working as teachers, nurses, and caretakers in communities worldwide. This photograph reminds us that behind the habits and vows, they are individuals with personal moments of camaraderie and leisure, much like anyone else.

That said, The Great Ape thinks them nuns have some “Bad Habits”—and he ain’t talking about their robes!

Spicy Detective Stories – January 1938

Joe Strummer’s handwritten lyrics for the Clash’s London Calling, 1979.

Wanna See More?

SOCAL KUSTOM KULTURE KARTOONS SHAWN DICKINSON ILLUSTRATIONS

Iggy Pop celebrating his 29th birthday with David Bowie, 1976

The Great Ape’s Guide to Border-Busting Flight Tactics!

So, you need to slip past enemy lines, disappear into the night, and land without a trace? Whether it’s an extreme survival escape or a high-stakes infiltration, navigating unmonitored airspace is a skill worth mastering.

Don’t picture this as sneaking past some border fence—it’s about tactical precision, aerial finesse, and strategic evasion. From piloting low-profile aircraft to deploying a wingsuit and blending in upon landing, every decision is a calculated move when the sky is your escape route.

The Great Ape salutes your high-flying defiance. Just make sure your landing is softer than your re-entry into reality!

Jack and Jackie in Georgetown, 1954.

“Works fine”… What a rousing, heart-felt endorsement from LIFE Magazine!

Nitro and Nylon: A Love Story

Nothing says ‘til death do us part like holding hands while outrunning a police blockade.
Love, like a supercharged Hemi, was never meant to idle.

The Great Ape’s Guide to Seeing in the Dark!

So, you need to move unseen, track targets, or light up the night without anyone knowing? Time to get crafty. Infrared light is more than just a flashlight trick—it’s a stealth advantage, a survival tool, and a way to own the darkness.

With a simple hack using a flashlight and exposed camera film, you’ll have an improvised infrared beam that’s perfect for signaling, tracking, or low-profile navigation.

The Great Ape salutes your ingenuity. Now, light up the night—but make sure the only eyes on you are infrared!

It just got real!

From the Strip to the Stars

Pinups, Pistons, and Planetary Piracy

Take a high-speed chase through history, where drag strips lead to wormholes and bank robbers escape in flying Studebakers.
The universe is just another highway waiting to be torn apart.

Thirst for Hurst! – Linda Faye Vaughn

#cargirls #vintagedragracing #dragracing #wet #blonde #cargirl #hurst #raildragster

Sunday at the movies…

Detective Tales June 1939

The Cramps – Human Fly: A Buzzing, B-Movie Psychobilly Nightmare

There are songs, and then there are distorted, twitching, mutant anthems that crawl out of the grave and refuse to die. Human Fly, released in 1978, isn’t just a track—it’s a demented manifesto, a three-chord fever dream slathered in reverb and oozing sleazy, swamp-soaked menace.

From the first fuzz-drenched guitar buzz, you know you’re in for something different. Poison Ivy rips out a riff that sounds like it was cooked up in a back-alley mad scientist lab, while Lux Interior howls, moans, and snarls like a rock ‘n’ roll cryptid that just crawled out of a nuclear test site. “I got 96 tears, and 96 eyes!”—a line that doesn’t just hit, it infects, slithering into your brain like a B-movie parasite.

The whole track is hypnotic, primal, and crawling with danger, drenched in reverb-heavy guitar licks and pounding drums that make you feel like you’ve just stepped into some underground horror movie club where the jukebox only plays rockabilly for the undead. It’s the sound of punk rock rebelling against itself, ripping open the 1950s and stuffing it full of creepy crawlers, leather, and gasoline fumes.

This is the Cramps in their purest form—twisted, raw, and unstoppable. Human Fly isn’t just a song, it’s a wriggling, buzzing, deranged masterpiece, a battle cry for the misfits, the weirdos, and the beautifully unhinged.

And if a Great Ape were to hear it? Perhaps it would pause, flicking an ear at the sound of an insectile rebel shrieking into the void. The jungle has its own creatures that buzz, hum, and scream, but none do it for fame, for thrills, or for the twisted joy of making noise in a world that doesn’t understand them. The ape does not need to be a human fly—it simply is.

Prince, 1978

The Great Ape’s Guide to Weaponized Whistling!

So, you’re out in the wild—no instruments, no alarms, no way to make noise. But nature has your back. With a single blade of grass, you can unleash a piercing screech loud enough to startle birds, call your crew, or just irritate everyone around you.

This isn’t about shoving some grass between your fingers and hoping for the best—it’s about crafting a high-pitched, ear-splitting sound that’ll turn heads and summon chaos. Get the grip right, find the airflow, and let loose!

The Great Ape fully supports tactical whistling—but use responsibly, unless you want to be pelted with rocks!

Mamie Van Doren – 1950s #pinupphotography

The Neon Queen and Her Riot Crew

They Came, They Conquered, They Left in a Cloud of Tire Smoke

The cops couldn’t catch them, and the men couldn’t tame them.
Wherever there was a fast car and a slow-witted sheriff, these ladies were five steps ahead.

Elvis Presley’s 1957 FLH: The King, His Harley, and a Memphis Night Ride

On November 1, 1956, while insuring his Lincoln Continental Mark II in downtown Memphis, Tennessee, Elvis Presley made an impromptu stop at Memphis Harley-Davidson—and left with a brand-new 1957 FLH.

Later that night, Natalie Wood, just 19 years old, climbed onto the back for a three-hour ride through the Memphis night, joined by Elvis’ close friend Nick “Johnny Yuma” Adams on Presley’s 1956 KH Harley—alongside a Memphis motorcycle cop escort.

When Elvis bought the FLH, he passed down his KH to his riding buddy Fleming Horne, who kept it until 1995, when it was sold—along with complete documentation signed by Presley himself—to Harley-Davidson. Today, the legendary KH Harley sits at the Harley-Davidson Museum’s Pop Culture exhibit, where it has remained a centerpiece since 2008.

In the photo, Elvis leans effortlessly on his new FLH, embodying pure 1950s rock ‘n’ roll cool, while behind him stand Al McAlexander, sales and service manager, and B.W. Barfield of the Memphis Tennessee Harley-Davidson Motor Company.

A King, a Harley, and a ride into the night—just another legendary moment in Elvis lore.

TV Tommy Ivo

#vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #topfuel #fire #burnout #raildragster

The Great Ape’s Guide to the Worst Getaway Ever!

So, you’re stranded behind enemy lines, the world’s gone mad, and your only ticket out is a lonely Cessna on a backwoods airstrip. You don’t have flight training, you don’t have a co-pilot, and you sure as hell don’t have a plan. But desperation breeds creativity, so let’s get reckless.

Don’t think of this as grand theft aviation—it’s a worst-case scenario escape act, a last-ditch flight plan that’s 90% bad idea and 10% blind luck.

Phase 1: Gaining Access

Most small planes are shockingly unsecured, and wafer locks are about as tough as a wet paper bag. If the owner’s an optimist, the keys might still be in the cockpit. If not, get creative—because standing around looking lost isn’t gonna get you airborne.

Phase 2: Hotwiring Like a Lunatic

If you’ve got the key, great! If not, time to MacGyver your way out of here. Find the ignition switch, cross the right wires, and try not to electrocute yourself. If the engine roars to life, congratulations—you’ve just become a problem for air traffic control.

Phase 3: Takeoff or Takeout

Throttle forward, flaps down, and gently pull back on the yoke. If you’re still on the ground, you probably missed a step. If you’re in the air, what the hell are you doing?!

Phase 4: Now What?

No GPS? No radio? No clue what you’re doing? Welcome to your self-inflicted nightmare. Keep it straight, keep it steady, and for the love of gravity, don’t start pressing random buttons.

The Great Ape’s Final Word

Let’s be clear—this is about as likely to work as teaching a goldfish to drive. But hey, worst-case scenarios require worst-case plans. Just remember: knowing how something works doesn’t mean you should try it.

BLUF: If you’re even considering this, you’ve already made several bad life choices. Maybe just stick to road trips.

JFK in Superman’s Girlfriend #25

#vintagedragracing #dragracing #mask #funnycar #topfuel #nhra #raildragster

Scotland Yard March 1931

The Great Ape’s Guide to 1950s Glam!

The 1950s were a golden age of glamour and precision, and nowhere was this more evident than in makeup tutorials. Women aimed for flawless, polished beauty, with bold eyes, sculpted cheeks, and striking lips—all achieved through meticulous application techniques.

Foundation and powder were essential for a smooth, matte complexion, while blush was applied subtly to enhance natural features. Eyebrows were arched and bold, framing the eyes, which were often adorned with dramatic winged eyeliner—the signature cat-eye of the era. Mascara and false lashes completed the iconic doe-eyed look.

Lips were the final touch, typically painted in vibrant reds or soft pinks, with careful lip-lining techniques ensuring a perfect pout. These beauty tutorials weren’t just about makeup—they were about elegance, sophistication, and mastering the art of timeless femininity.

The Great Ape tips his hat to the precision of 1950s beauty—but wonders how long it took to remove all that powder!

“He Almost Scared Me Out of My Skin!”, painted in 1948 by Gil Elvgren. #pinupart

Man’s Conquest February 1971

This is an official 1969 WANTED poster issued by the San Francisco Police Department for the infamous Zodiac Killer—one of the most elusive criminals in history. The poster features two composite sketches: the original drawing and an amended version, reflecting updated details gathered from witness descriptions.

The suspect is described as a white male, 35-45 years old, heavy build, short brown hair (possibly with a red tint), wearing glasses, and armed with a 9mm automatic. The Zodiac was linked to a series of cryptic letters and unsolved murders in the late 1960s and early 1970s.

If only The Great Ape had been around in ’69—this case would’ve been solved in record time!

Hot Rods and Hyperspace

When the Future Looked Like a Chrome-Plated Drag Strip

Science fiction once promised us rocket-powered Cadillacs and moon bases with martini bars.
We’re still waiting, but we’re building it ourselves—one V8-powered space cruiser at a time.

The Great Ape’s Guide to the One-Inch Punch – Maximum Power, Minimum Effort!

Bruce Lee’s legendary one-inch punch isn’t about brute force—it’s a masterclass in explosive efficiency, biomechanics, and raw precision. With only an inch of space, this technique can send an opponent flying by channeling power from the legs, hips, and shoulders into a devastating strike.

Perfecting the one-inch punch requires precision, timing, and total-body coordination—it’s not just about arm strength, but generating force from the entire body like a coiled spring. Every muscle, every motion, works in perfect synergy to deliver maximum impact in minimum space.

The Great Ape salutes your dedication to controlled destruction—just remember, with great power comes great responsibility… and some seriously rattled ribcages!

Samson Pollen

Carol “Bunny” Burkett

#cargirls #vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #funnycar #cargirl #nhra #raildragster

November 1970 issue of For Men Only magazine with the title of “Locker Room Tease – Samson Pollen

As American as Apple Pie

Dime Detective Magazine March 1938

Cesar Romero’s Joker was a flamboyant, unforgettable presence on Batman (1966-68), and his transformation into the character was just as iconic. This behind-the-scenes photo captures him applying his makeup for his signature look—a wide, exaggerated grin, white face paint, and heavily outlined eyes. Unlike later actors who fully committed to the makeup, Romero famously refused to shave his mustache, leaving it barely concealed beneath the greasepaint. His campy, theatrical take on the Joker remains a defining portrayal of the Clown Prince of Crime.

The Faster You Live, The Harder You Burn

Because Immortality is for the Boring

Some people fear the finish line—we aim for it, grinning, with the gas pedal buried in the floorboard.
Better to burn out in a neon blaze than rust away in obscurity.

The Great Ape’s Guide to Detecting Tampering Like a Pro!

So, you think someone’s been snooping through your stuff? Time to put their sticky fingers to the test. Detecting tampering isn’t just about setting up tripwires—it’s about subtle, nearly invisible alignment tricks that make intruders reveal themselves.

From using objects as reference points to employing makeshift thread traps, these tactics help you catch meddlers red-handed without them realizing they’ve been caught.

The Great Ape salutes your paranoia—it’s not paranoia if they’re actually out to get you!

Oh Jayne

Where they go to die …

#natgeo #leftfordead #abandoned #vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #funnycar #nationalgeographic #nhra #raildragster

A coal miner’s canary, the inscription reads: “In Memory of Little Joe. Died November 3rd 1875. Aged 3 Years”.

New Man Magazine May 1967

Jake: “Excuse me, gentlemen, are you the Good Ole Boys?”

McElroy: “Yeah, that’s right, I’m Tucker McElroy, lead singer, driver of the Winnebago.”

– “The Blues Brothers” (1980)

“That’s several months of my life I don’t remember. Hanging out with (John) Belushi, he was a pal, he and I were buddies. We just got away with absolute murder on that, and they blamed it all on the actors. Actually, it was all on the singers. Singers don’t show up every day at 8:00 in the morning. Ray Charles doesn’t show up, James Brown didn’t show up when he was supposed to. So we sit there all day waiting for Aretha Franklin to fly in. So it went way, way over budget, but it made them a fortune, of course, so they loved us after that. Belushi was a great friend. Anything you wanted to try, he would do that.” – Charles Napier!

The Great Ape’s Guide to Wrench Wisdom!

So, you think turning a bolt is as simple as grabbing a wrench and going to town? Think again, knuckle-buster. Using the wrong tool, bad technique, or brute force can leave you with busted hardware—or worse, busted hands.

This isn’t about cranking with reckless abandon—it’s about finesse, leverage, and knowing when to apply controlled force. From choosing the right wrench to avoiding dangerous mistakes, mastering these basics will keep your tools (and your fingers) in one piece.

The Great Ape salutes your mechanical mastery—now go forth and fix, not destroy!

Glamour, Grease, and Gunfire

The Manifesto of Fast Women and Faster Cars

When a woman in cat-eye sunglasses and a pencil skirt grips the wheel, you either buckle up or get out of the way.
She’s not just along for the ride—she’s gunning for the throne.

Mort Kunstler artwork made under the alias Emmett Kaye published in “Male” magazine, March 1968.

The Skyhooks “Norcross” poster 1974.

The Great Ape’s Guide to Crushing the Arm-Wrestling Arena!

Arm wrestling isn’t just about brute strength—it’s a battle of leverage, technique, and raw determination. If you think it’s just two people locking hands and muscling it out, you’ve already lost. True warriors of the tabletop showdown know that precision, positioning, and timing are the keys to victory.

From setting your stance to perfecting the hook and top roll, this guide breaks down how to maximize your grip, control your opponent, and drive them into the table with unstoppable force.

The Great Ape salutes your iron grip—now get out there and dominate the table!

An action packed, rough and tumble, large format illustration by Bruce Minney for the Michael Brett Book Bonus story The High Rollers, which graced the pages of Stag Magazine in August of 1967

True Men Magazine January 1969

The afore mentioned Caser Romero as the Joker

Rutger Hauer and Sean Young in one of her Polaroid’s from the set of Blade Runner (1982)

Trapped Detective Story Magazine February 1961

American dancer Helen Wehrle in an acrobatic pose for photographer Ernst Schneider to promote the 1927-28 Hermann Haller revue Wenn und Wo. Helen and her fellow dancers performed in the German cities of Dresden and Hamburg, and in Vienna, Austria. Picture published in the April 1928 issue of Germany’s UHU Magazine.

LBJ in Superman’s Girlfriend Lois Lane #71

The Space-Age Siren’s Final Song

If the World’s Gonna End, It’s Gonna End in Style

When the asteroids come crashing down, we’ll be kicking back in a chrome-plated lounge, sipping bourbon, and flipping off the void.
Doom has never looked this damn good.

The Mongoose

#vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #funnycar #topfuel #mongoose #nhra #raildragster

Land of the lost pin-up. J.G. Jones cover art for “Creepy” issue 15, published 2009.

Rocket-Finned Dreams and Gasoline Nightmares

What the Future Could Have Been, What the Past Refused to Let Go

We didn’t get our flying cars, but we got flame-spitting road beasts and atomic-powered destruction.
Call it a fair trade.

Old Hemis in Funny Cars make me happy…

#vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #funnycar #nhra #raildragster

The Great Ape’s Guide to Dodging Big Brother!

So, you want to slip past the ever-watchful eye of surveillance? Whether you’re a shadow in the night or just someone who values privacy, knowing how to fool a camera is a skill worth having.

Forget thinking of cameras as unbeatable—they’re just machines with blind spots, weaknesses, and workarounds. Whether it’s using light to mess with apertures, disguising your face with environment-friendly tricks, or temporarily disrupting feeds, a little creativity goes a long way.

The Great Ape salutes your ghostly finesse—now, move unseen, but keep it legal!

Johnny Cash’s to-do-list

1972’s Bloodiest Search For Sunken Riches The prize was a million dollars in mercury. But he was surrounded by enemies — the sea, the sharks, hijackers, and then the most unexpected enemy of all…

Want a Soda?

Are you sure? There are plenty of flavours!

“Big Daddy” – You’d want that diff to hold together – Right?!?!? When he blew up a clutch, flywheel and cut off a third of his foot with a front engine AA/F Dragster. Instead of quitting racing he petitioned NHRA to allow him to build a rear engine car. They reluctantly agreed and Garlits built the first competitive rear engine car and within a year all the fuel dragsters were rear engine’d and the drivers were much safer. Big Daddy was a self-taught brilliant engineer and one hard working guy!!!

#dongarlits #vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #topfuel #nhra #raildragster

Real Men August 1965

Kickstart the Apocalypse

Revving Into the End of the World

When the engines finally die and the lights go out, only the true legends will still be heard—roaring like ghosts on the wind, echoes of an era that refused to be silenced.

This provocative, subversive interior illustration by Bruce Minney for Male Annual #8, 1970 illustrates the interior story “I Fought A Desert Bullwhip Duel For A Fortune In Gems.” The S&M and fetish themes are foregrounded in the image as Minney shows Yank Pat Duncan armed with only the whip of his savagely murdered partner getting frontier justice in lurid action packed adventure magazine style. The caption reads “like locust the crazed natives kept coming at him. But each time his whip cracked another went down” and it almost seems as though the implausible story was merely an excuse to showcase a rugged hero brandishing a bullwhip and a busty imperiled blonde.

That Stang is Stacked!

#stacked #vintagedragracing #dragracing #ford #mustang #fordmustang #gold #raildragster

Christoper Walker (then Ronald Walken) in 1953

Thrilling Detective August 1940

The Great Ape’s Guide to Tracking in the Shadows!

So, you need to keep tabs on a target under the cover of darkness? Whether you’re channeling your inner spy, playing high-stakes hide-and-seek, or just making sure no one sneaks up on you—infrared tracking is your silent advantage.

This isn’t slapping a beacon onto a vehicle and hoping for the best—it’s about precision, stealth, and harnessing invisible light that only cameras can detect. With a little DIY ingenuity, you can create an improvised infrared tracker that remains unseen by the naked eye while glowing like a beacon through the right lens.

The Great Ape salutes your ability to work in the shadows. Now, use this knowledge wisely—or make sure no one’s using it against you!

“TV” Tommy Ivo & Shirley “Cha Cha” Muldowney

#vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #cargirls #funnycar #topfuel #cargirl

#fbf #70s #rake #custom #dragracing #flashbackfriday #streetmachine #raildragster

The Final Ride is Always the Fastest

No Slow Goodbyes, Just a Blaze of Glory

Legends never fade—they hit the gas one last time and let the flames take care of the rest.

The Great Ape’s Guide to Getting Your Car Unstuck!

So, your ride’s stuck—maybe in mud, maybe in sand, or maybe because you pushed it past reason and straight into the ditch of doom. Whatever the case, sitting around won’t get you moving, and waiting for help is for the weak. Time to take matters into your own hands and get that beast rolling again.

Don’t think of this as gunning the gas and praying for traction—it’s a battle of momentum, leverage, and knowing when to push, pull, or winch your way back to freedom. From rocking the vehicle for grip to using every trick in the book to regain traction, these techniques will help you reclaim the road, no matter how deep you’re buried.

The Great Ape salutes your determination. Now, get that car moving—or learn to love the scenery!

Architect Minoru Yamasaki (right) and a model of the World Trade Center he designed – 25 March 1964

Bill “Grumpy” Jenkins

#chevrolet #incar #onboard #4speed #nhra #raildragster

MOTORHEAD 1979 – The Dream Team Lemmy, Fast Eddie and Philthy…

If punk and metal had a back-alley brawl, the winner would be Motörhead—and Ace of Spades would be the battle cry. Released in 1980, this track isn’t just a song—it’s a blistering, high-speed, all-or-nothing anthem that grabs you by the throat and demands you live fast, play hard, and never look back.

And if you were lucky enough to witness Motörhead obliterate all sanity on The Young Ones, you know it was a match made in absolute anarchy. There was no warning, no introduction—just Lemmy, Phil, and Fast Eddie ripping through the walls of sitcom convention like a biker gang crashing a tea party.

“The only thing you see, you know it’s gonna be… the Ace of Spades!”

It wasn’t just a performance—it was a detonation. Amidst the pure chaos of Rik, Vyvyan, Mike, and Neil’s apocalyptic student flat, Motörhead brought the loudest, dirtiest, most reckless energy ever seen on British TV. Lemmy, with his whiskey-soaked snarl, delivered his gambling gospel like a preacher from the church of speed and distortion.

And the song itself? It doesn’t let up. It doesn’t slow down. It doesn’t care if you can keep up. The drums pound like a death march on nitro, the bass growls like a wounded beast, and the guitar tears through the mix like a switchblade through leather.

It was perfect. Because The Young Ones wasn’t just a comedy—it was a cultural explosion, a middle finger to the establishment, an unhinged mess that felt more real than reality itself. And Motörhead were the only band worthy of that madness.

And if a Great Ape had been in the audience? Perhaps it would have stared, unblinking, at the spectacle of four humans and three instruments locked in the same frenzied, primal chaos. The jungle knows speed, battle, and instinct—but it does not deal in aces, bets, or losing hands. The ape plays no games with fate—it simply takes what it wants and leaves the rest behind.

Male June 1963 Cover

AHRA Winternationals, 1966

#vintagedragracing #dragracing #nitro #upsidedown #topfuel #notsogood #raildragster

Promotional advertising for the Return of Chandu, 1934

The Final Roar: No Slow Goodbyes, Just Burnt Rubber and Chaos

You did it, you road-burning, rule-breaking maniacs. You survived another BigBoy Monthly Manifest, and The Great Ape tips his hat (or, more likely, revs his engine) in your honor. But let’s be honest—survival was never the goal. This was about obliterating the limits, about grabbing the wheel with greasy hands and tearing through the walls of reason like a nitro-fueled juggernaut.

Keep the Throttle Wide and the Madness Wild

Manifesto Maravillado isn’t just ink on paper—it’s a declaration of war on mediocrity, a high-octane sermon for the wired, the wild, and the ones too stubborn to play by the rules. Every issue is a pulp-fueled love letter to the defiant, the dreamers, and the misfits who know that legends aren’t born—they’re built on burnt rubber and bad decisions.

With The Great Ape at the helm, this isn’t a joyride—it’s a collision course with destiny. This is where dragstrip warriors, wasteland desperados, and retro-futuristic rogues collide in a molten explosion of gasoline dreams and atomic nightmares. We don’t just tell stories—we light fuses, spark riots, and watch the world go up in neon flames.

The Road Never Ends—It Just Gets Meaner

Think this issue was wild? Think again. The next BigBoy Monthly Manifest will rip through your expectations like a jet-powered freight train with no brakes. It’s going to be bigger, louder, and so utterly unhinged that common sense will have to file a missing persons report.

So keep your engines screaming, your boots heavy, and your instincts wired for anarchy. Because when The Great Ape hits the gas, the only direction is forward—through the wreckage, past the ruins, and straight into the history books.