The 5 Most Badass Things You Could Actually Ride to Work
In World of Warcraft (which I’m told is some sort of Lord of the Rings slash fiction emulator) when you advance in levels you earn the right to increasingly “epic" mounts – fantastic creatures that more fully reflect your character's grace, power and terror. And yet, this reward system is sorely lacking in real life: If I ever got a promotion, the best I could possibly hope for is a Nissan Sentra that smells slightly less like corpses than the current one. And really, fuck that noise! Epic mounts should not be reserved solely for fantasy life. So I’ve went out and found five real life epic mounts that put your pimped out Hyundai to shame.
The Sultan's ElephantThe Sultan’s Elephant is the name of a performance art show formerly produced by the Royal de Luxe Theatre Company. It consisted of a lot more than just the titular elephant, but most of that stuff was French bullshit like “art” and “wonder.” You, dear reader? You only need to know about that magnificent bastard of terror right up there: It’s 40-feet tall, weighs 50-tons and requires 22 people to operate.
Fire HorseFire Horse is what U.K. artist/clown Paka calls his flagship kinetic sculpture. The term “kinetic sculpture,” in case you’re wondering, is just how dangerously insane, genius, clown robot-masters refer to all of their doomsday machines. I think it’s for tax purposes. Paka built the first of many (oh shit, there’s more than one!) fire horses from an electric wheelchair taken from his dead grandmother which he repurposed into a flame-shooting mechanical beast. Jesus, really? Was he
Crucible Fire TruckThe Crucible Fire Arts Festival is an answer to a question I have been asking for decades now: Art's great and all, but why isn’t it more on fire? Featuring 60-foot high fire tornadoes and
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Mechanical WalkerCarlos Owens was a man with a dream: freedom and equality for all people, regardless of race or nation, and united forever in a peaceful society. Oh wait, sorry, that was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Carlos Owens had a dream about rampaging through Alaska in a DIY Voltron.
It was a better dream. After working for years as an army mechanic, Owens decided to use the skills he learned there to build a giant functional battlemech (wait, we have mechs in the army now?) Carlos' machine is equipped with 27 hydraulic cylinders in place of muscles, which it uses to mirror the pilot's arm and leg movements.
"And... other movements. You know what I mean, ladies?" In an interview with Popular Mechanics, Owens initially talked about how he saw potential uses for this technology in everything from construction to the armed forces, but then, when pressed, he admitted to secretly just wanting hardcore mech-on-mech gladiator battles. I would have something snarky to say, but honestly, I'm just glad somebody’s finally got their fucking priorities straight. May God bless you with ingenuity, Mr. Owens, in equal or greater measures than he has insanity.
La Machine Spidersa giant robot spider. The end. What, seriously? You require more information? All right, but frankly I think that's being a bit greedy. Built by French artists La Machine and debuted in Japan, pictured above is one of the two (two!) spiders deployed in Yokohama either for some sort of festival or city-wide vengeance. I'm not really sure why it was there, and I am unable to check at this time because I refuse to look away from that thing even for a moment. Objectively, I know that's just a picture. But I simply do not have enough confidence in my senses to risk glancing away, just in case they're wrong and that thing's actually in the room with me.
Don't look up don't look up don'tlookup dontlookupdontlookup I will tell you what I do know off-hand: It comes equipped with steam and water cannons to the front and rear--hopefully some sort of anti-Will Smith alarm comes standard--and if you ever actually get up on one, Captain Planet will appear out of nowhere and try to fight you. It seats three drivers, but if you actually find two more people willing to ride shotgun on your rampaging spider-bot, be wary: Skeletor and Cobra Commander don’t get along these days and I have it on good authority that neither will chip in for gas money.
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