So the plan is to appreciate the hell out of the RUSTANG Garage. We are a garage club, and what that entails is us being super pumped on anything one might store in a garage. Such as: trash, beer cans, bikes, bike parts, broken motorcycles, sort of working motorcycles, broken mopeds, mopeds, musical equipment, inner tubes, dudes, broken cars, handle bars, magic harvesting equipment, old shoes, retards, dirty shirts, broken washing machines, washing machines, spray paint, towels, bad art, the smell of dude farts, hulls, fishes, the occasional thruster, guns, eggs, home made motorcycle seats, coaster brakes, oil cans, sand, 40 bottles, x-girlfriends crap, rusty golf clubs with no putters, Bike pumps, license plates, couches, ego's, hammers, and a huge fucking chunk of magic unlike any other magic ever seen on this sleepy little planet.Sorry.
In order to truly apreciate this dude wonderland, once a year we will put out a small booklet documenting the garages events and happenings. Although the word once a year could be more realistically defined as once, the first issue is totally going to rock, and will be available inside the
first RUSTANGS album. I assure you I am going to write as little as possible, so you don't have to deal with my spelling as grammar as much. Above are some rough cover idea's, non of which I am totally pumped on.
