Quirky Roadside Attractions from Illinois
This morning when I saw the Daily Page prompt: What’s the quirkiest thing about you? I had to smirk. Personally, I don’t think I’m exceptionally quirky but then, who does? It’s other people who find your you-ness quirky and comment on it. I don’t think I dare ask my husband what he thinks it is.
But since we’re on the subject, I will go ahead and share some actual quirky roadside stuff that I saw in Illinois.
Pink elephant towing a trailer? Sure, why not?
Boyfriend might want to think about a spray tan. Just sayin’…
Doesn’t he look like he might bust out signing into that ice cream one? “I love you, baby and if it’s quite all right I need you, baby… thank you, thank you, very much! Thanks for having me on the Merv Griffin Show!”
Big John. Not big Johnson. Two very different things. Although he looks pretty freakin’ chipper and has a strategically placed apron so maybe he’s got a secret we don’t know about.
It might be best to just move along here…
“Hi, Billy Mays, here. Do you like Muffler Men and motorcycles?”
The awesome green futuro house. I saw one of these on Milton, Delaware a few years back. I think they’re so great looking. They have that “this is what the future will look like in the year 2000,” flying car, spandex space-suit clothing vibe. Can you imagine living in one?
For More Information & Articles:
- WebUrbanist – Article: The Futuro House – Space Age Architecture Comes Home
- archInform – Futuro House – Matti Suuronen
- SignOnSanDiego.com – Article: Close Encounter
- Falling for a Futuro
- Wisconsin Futuro owner tells his story
- 70′s Futuro House
- New York Times: Futuro Flashback: The Prefab From Another Planet
- BoingBoing – Futuro House
- Futuro House by Matti Suuronen
Maybe when I’ve finally had enough of corporate America I’ll get myself a big ice cream cone and start slingin’ sprinkles. What can I getcha, honey?
One of the downsides to traveling alone is that often there is no one around to take your picture through one of these face-hole cutout things. I might’ve looked like a real motorcyclist. Oh, what could have been.
The well-groomed, much loved Lauterback muffler man of Springfield, Illinois:
Vigilantly surveying his domain with beady eyes.