Whilst in North Wales I happened up the lair of the Kev. I have heard many tales of this wondrous place, this nirvana of the previously owned, this precious land of the infinitely recyclable and the end-of-life last resting place.
But the wildest mescaline fantasy of the last freedom poet burning out on his ultimate trip could never have prepared me for the bone shattering reality of the simple shock that the revelation of the reality brought to me.
Mine eyes were opened, as if the very lids were peeled back beyond my forehead, past the scalp so that the hair rolled in upon itself life a roll of turf on its way to lay the lawn of some new 4 bed - 2 bath detached family home on an executive estate development in Wickstead.
I drew breath, so cold it was like the frozen fires from beyond all ages, burning and freezing as it consumed my body with the effervescent awe rising in my body like the phoenix rising from the ashes of my burnt pre-perceptions, incinerated on a conflagration of expectation, a pyre of my own making. Veritably, a bonfire of my own vanities.
So with the fear and trepidation of a long unrequited love at once and at last fulfilled with the unexpected seduction of the soul, the visitation of the incubus and the succubus, dream like and at once so real, I stood at the hallowed portal, the passage to a reality from which I knew deep within myself I may never return from, a distillate of my hopes, desires and the fervent ardour of my piety in the true cause of tat...
Dare I enter?
Can I, mere mortal, the flesh and blood of the impure and fallacious, the very driver of a '00(V) plated Vauxhall bear here witness to the wonders which mine eyes were vested upon in the mercies and ministrations of the lord of all tat in the West.
My journey had brought me thus from afar, from McDonald's car park, a devil's sleigh ride as I follow the celestial chariot of purest blue as it clanked and belched diesel fumes, I felt like a disciple being put to the test. Were I able to make it to Kev's lockup without asphyxiating on the emissions of his F250 pickup I would be justified amongst men and proven to be of the ruddy stock who all must be born of (in body or in the spirit) in order to claim their place amongst the pig muck, at the sacred place of KfW.
I guess, that at this point, anyone who is still reading feels that they have passed their own mini-ordeal and as such deserve to see the photos.
I tell thee until you have been through what I have been through you are in no way worthy.
But this thread is meaningless without pics.
Through the humble medium of my camera, let Kev's lockup bring that meaning to your life.
BEHOLD
this is Kev's pop chassis, or one of them at least. Think low tech, low flyer, high fun factor ol skool rod.
Moar.
this '56 Chevy is what really caught your eye in the first photo, n'est pas?
Don't be shy to admit it.
this plain rocks.
I love the stock car vibe it has. It was built buy a guy who is a grass track racer (I think thats what Kev said) which explains a few things.
Like those ACE banded steelies
and
dig that engine set back!
But something is odd there, isn't it?
Yup, that's a Mopar LA series lump in there.
This was a scapper before Rich(?) got his mits on it and built it how you see it here.
This Prefect was a 9 second drag car.
needs a bit of recomissioning
this is a Volvo axle, narrowed which may have some future with the Prefect, but was bought for a rail project which turned out to be the remains of a genuine Allard dragster so is now being properly restored.
Take the long view.
Fiesta has a story, I'm sure. I never asked. Forgive me FWD fans. Your love means so much to me.
I had a Laurel like this.
Wonder where it is now. It went off to be a Banzai magazine project car and was never seen again. Maybe its also stashed in a unit somewhere in a rural location?
I hope this wasn't one of the secrets I wasn't supposed to share (and I tell you the big one is a feckin ACE secret. Y'all are going to FLIP YOUR WIGS when that makes it out)
clue.
Can say no more.
Probably said too much already.
What was that knock at the door?
No! Please! I'll take the photos down....
I probably promised not to show photos of Kev's other truck (remember that anyone?) but that was only to spare Kev's embarrassment not because its a secret.
Sorry dude. The people have a right to see.
This is a kit car type project, again Rich I think. I didn't meet him but he has GREAT toys.
This Consul is like the groupy slut, as they all have a share in her
Has a 3.0 Essex V6
And if the wheel spacing looks funny its because there is a complete Mk1 Granada drive train transplanted into it.
I'll have some of what they were smokin' OK?
Hmm, in this photo it appears I have.
V6 at home
Ace.
I think this '54 Chrysler sled used to reside in my parent's village. Small world, huh?
front end is due another makeover apparently.
Again, I think I may have said too much...
More of Kev's Pop related projecty stuff.
this is the paint job up close.
Pass me what it is you got lit up there boyo!
Brown Lada
With total FAIL at Rover P6 look boot-mount-spare.
Total WIN rimmage though.
Kev's '32 project
I use the word in the losest sense of the term
chassis
Stuff. QUIZ: how many Chevy V8s can you find in this photo?
pumpkin, seat belt, welding, whats up here?
I dream of these slots.
wall art
wall art
the famous tat sleigh, resting between pony express missions.
Pa KfW made this
Ma KfW makes excellent home made produce like chutneys and ketchups and the like.
ultra low miles K10. 14K I think he said.
one of Kev's mates went to buy a 50s Chevy pickup and came back with this. Fair enough say I. '68 Plymouth Satelitte.
talking of pickups...
spooky '40-something Ford was once a coupe, then a hearse, now a pickup.
Veeeee-eight
On the subject of pickups, the blue tat express has this awesome ICE install
Welsh spec Sat-Nav
And thats not dual control, thats Mark Bognor's steering wheel, apparently.
And with that, I am well and truely done.
Other than to say it was an ace opportunity to hook up with Kev during "normal" hours and get the chance to meet some of the North Wales guys and see their excellent toys.
But the wildest mescaline fantasy of the last freedom poet burning out on his ultimate trip could never have prepared me for the bone shattering reality of the simple shock that the revelation of the reality brought to me.
Mine eyes were opened, as if the very lids were peeled back beyond my forehead, past the scalp so that the hair rolled in upon itself life a roll of turf on its way to lay the lawn of some new 4 bed - 2 bath detached family home on an executive estate development in Wickstead.
I drew breath, so cold it was like the frozen fires from beyond all ages, burning and freezing as it consumed my body with the effervescent awe rising in my body like the phoenix rising from the ashes of my burnt pre-perceptions, incinerated on a conflagration of expectation, a pyre of my own making. Veritably, a bonfire of my own vanities.
So with the fear and trepidation of a long unrequited love at once and at last fulfilled with the unexpected seduction of the soul, the visitation of the incubus and the succubus, dream like and at once so real, I stood at the hallowed portal, the passage to a reality from which I knew deep within myself I may never return from, a distillate of my hopes, desires and the fervent ardour of my piety in the true cause of tat...
Dare I enter?
Can I, mere mortal, the flesh and blood of the impure and fallacious, the very driver of a '00(V) plated Vauxhall bear here witness to the wonders which mine eyes were vested upon in the mercies and ministrations of the lord of all tat in the West.
My journey had brought me thus from afar, from McDonald's car park, a devil's sleigh ride as I follow the celestial chariot of purest blue as it clanked and belched diesel fumes, I felt like a disciple being put to the test. Were I able to make it to Kev's lockup without asphyxiating on the emissions of his F250 pickup I would be justified amongst men and proven to be of the ruddy stock who all must be born of (in body or in the spirit) in order to claim their place amongst the pig muck, at the sacred place of KfW.
I guess, that at this point, anyone who is still reading feels that they have passed their own mini-ordeal and as such deserve to see the photos.
I tell thee until you have been through what I have been through you are in no way worthy.
But this thread is meaningless without pics.
Through the humble medium of my camera, let Kev's lockup bring that meaning to your life.
BEHOLD
this is Kev's pop chassis, or one of them at least. Think low tech, low flyer, high fun factor ol skool rod.
Moar.
this '56 Chevy is what really caught your eye in the first photo, n'est pas?
Don't be shy to admit it.
this plain rocks.
I love the stock car vibe it has. It was built buy a guy who is a grass track racer (I think thats what Kev said) which explains a few things.
Like those ACE banded steelies
and
dig that engine set back!
But something is odd there, isn't it?
Yup, that's a Mopar LA series lump in there.
This was a scapper before Rich(?) got his mits on it and built it how you see it here.
This Prefect was a 9 second drag car.
needs a bit of recomissioning
this is a Volvo axle, narrowed which may have some future with the Prefect, but was bought for a rail project which turned out to be the remains of a genuine Allard dragster so is now being properly restored.
Take the long view.
Fiesta has a story, I'm sure. I never asked. Forgive me FWD fans. Your love means so much to me.
I had a Laurel like this.
Wonder where it is now. It went off to be a Banzai magazine project car and was never seen again. Maybe its also stashed in a unit somewhere in a rural location?
I hope this wasn't one of the secrets I wasn't supposed to share (and I tell you the big one is a feckin ACE secret. Y'all are going to FLIP YOUR WIGS when that makes it out)
clue.
Can say no more.
Probably said too much already.
What was that knock at the door?
No! Please! I'll take the photos down....
I probably promised not to show photos of Kev's other truck (remember that anyone?) but that was only to spare Kev's embarrassment not because its a secret.
Sorry dude. The people have a right to see.
This is a kit car type project, again Rich I think. I didn't meet him but he has GREAT toys.
This Consul is like the groupy slut, as they all have a share in her
Has a 3.0 Essex V6
And if the wheel spacing looks funny its because there is a complete Mk1 Granada drive train transplanted into it.
I'll have some of what they were smokin' OK?
Hmm, in this photo it appears I have.
V6 at home
Ace.
I think this '54 Chrysler sled used to reside in my parent's village. Small world, huh?
front end is due another makeover apparently.
Again, I think I may have said too much...
More of Kev's Pop related projecty stuff.
this is the paint job up close.
Pass me what it is you got lit up there boyo!
Brown Lada
With total FAIL at Rover P6 look boot-mount-spare.
Total WIN rimmage though.
Kev's '32 project
I use the word in the losest sense of the term
chassis
Stuff. QUIZ: how many Chevy V8s can you find in this photo?
pumpkin, seat belt, welding, whats up here?
I dream of these slots.
wall art
wall art
the famous tat sleigh, resting between pony express missions.
Pa KfW made this
Ma KfW makes excellent home made produce like chutneys and ketchups and the like.
ultra low miles K10. 14K I think he said.
one of Kev's mates went to buy a 50s Chevy pickup and came back with this. Fair enough say I. '68 Plymouth Satelitte.
talking of pickups...
spooky '40-something Ford was once a coupe, then a hearse, now a pickup.
Veeeee-eight
On the subject of pickups, the blue tat express has this awesome ICE install
Welsh spec Sat-Nav
And thats not dual control, thats Mark Bognor's steering wheel, apparently.
And with that, I am well and truely done.
Other than to say it was an ace opportunity to hook up with Kev during "normal" hours and get the chance to meet some of the North Wales guys and see their excellent toys.