A long time ago, in a country not that far away, a man bought a truck with a busted taillight. The inherently lazy demeanor of the taillight would normally be littler more than a nuisance, mere fodder for local law enforcement officials to pounce upon, but this lackluster exterior illumination device was merely the tip of the iceberg in terms of the maladies, which ailed his newly-purchased steed. This particular vehicle did nothing well and was truly a pile of crap in every sense of the word. It was a poop sandwich, so to speak. The brakes were shot, the front and rear suspension systems were non-existent, and the electrical system literally caught fire minutes after he purchased the truck. In short, this wasn’t just an unfinished project vehicle, it was a veritable test of our man’s will and intestinal fortitude. And his wallet, it tested that, too.

So what did our man do? Did he send the truck to the scrapyard? Did he rebuild, revise or revitalize any of the aforementioned systems before hitting the highway? Did he fortify the fueling, cooling or braking systems? No, no he did not. He did none of those things. He just installed a Weiand 6-71 supercharger and dual Holley double pumper carbs on his new tow vehicle because, as he put it, “He liked to party.” Did any of these items fix the broken taillight, create a smoother ride or make the big-block V8 engine more fuel efficient? Did they make the truck safer for his fellow travelers? No, no they did not. They just made his new ramp truck look and sound cool.

While impractical, the power mods did provide a much-needed sense of pride in an otherwise unworthy ride and these seemingly foolish expenditures became the catalyst for what was to come; road trips and epic burnouts, which brought a smile to the man’s face and the unsmiling faces of the local constables to his doorstep. It seemed not everyone appreciated the owner’s glee ever time he punched the gas pedal to the floorboard of his truck nor the truck’s innate ability to smoke four tires at once. But the universe understands and forgives. The mods and his willingness “to party” kept this vehicle from meeting a needless and certain death at the hands of a recycling center employee in the local wrecking yard.

The party til you die attitude saved Mother Earth from having to digest another rusty hulk of automotive mediocrity. This is upcycling on a higher level. This may well be the first time in human history that partying was actually the correct answer and for that we salute you Mr. Ramp Truck Party Guy your very own Finnegan Speed And Marine tee-shirt.