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Above: I found a roadkill fashion site. Lovely.

My post on the abuse of automotive icons at church camps has turned up the most amazing things.

I was informed (by a source who will remain annoymous) that church camps have the strangest of hazing rites (and here you think writing about cars leads to nothing more than a surge of testosterone).

ABOVE: This is how I prefer to see a Land Rover. Don't believe that stuff about their ladder frames. Even the bodies break.

NOTE: I have been receiving personal e-mails related to my recent Edina Mom post. What I find most enlightening about this gentleman's well-crafted commentary is that God in Edina, it appears, remains in the automotive details. 

Last year, I posted a movie on YouTube. It was a candid short film of a Mom sending her kid off to "camp" at a church in Edina. The Mom was wearing a leather Ferrari jacket while burdening her two cherubic children with care packages the size of a Marshall Plan drop. I found the whole vignette ironic, particularly since her kiddies were only going to be gone for three days.

Look, I deeply understand that trenchant matters of importance are upon us. Hillary is imploding, the silver haired wren is the latest casualty of climate change (speaking as an amateur orthonologist, it matters), sticky sidewalks in downtown Minneapolis are about to be re-introduced due to the flaccid governance of a weak Mayor system in spite of the fervor of one Raymond Thomas.

And yet.

Maybe it's an Edina thing. You step inside the city limits and suddenly you rather like a restaurant server who eyes you suspiciously for several minutes, then approaches sniffily to ask what you want.