15th ANNUAL MOBTOWN GREASEBALL “LUCKY- THE PAINPROOF MAN”

What do you call a fellow who eats lightbulbs for breakfast & washes it down with motor oil? Who hammers nails up his nostrils? Who goes to work dressed in a natty leopard-skin sarong with a pugillistic Pee Wee Herman tattooed on hos back? Who lies on a bed of nails, or broken glass – as curvascious young women jump on his back? And who collects his pay by having dollar bills ( thanks, a twenty to the neck will do nicely) stapled to various parts of his body? Why, LUCKY, of course! Lucky, the Painproof Man delighted, shocked and downright disgusted visitors to the Mobtown Greaseball yesterday as he put on a show in the best tradition of generations of circus and sideshow performers. An engaging showman, Lucky had the audience eating (glass) out of his hand as he charmed young and old alike with a style and act that has been lost to the more politically correct modern sensabilities, but is now enjoying a resurgance and a 21st Century renaissance along with burlesque, body art and other neglected art forms and forgotten entertainments of the not so distant past. So pay your quarter, come in through the tent to your left, and see and be thrilled and appalled! Ladies, if you are pregnant, or think you might be, please be warned.

Tools of the trade
Lucky seems to prefer a very firm mattress
When she came here to celebrate her 40th birthday, she had no idea that she would be pulling a nail from Lucky’s nostril with her teeth- Happy Birthday, Beautiful!
Always great fun to have a cinder block smashed on your groin!
As Nick Lowe says, “I love the sound of breaking glass”
“Honey, I think one less trip to Dangerously Delicious Pies might be a good idea.”

15th ANNUAL MOBTOWN GREASEBALL PART 1

Sorry to have been away for so long, gentle readers. I have been off the road and confined to the limitations imposed by a lengthy stay in hospital and have been unable to fulfill my duties as your chronicler of the changing American Roadside. But never fear, pain and Doctor’s orders are not enough to keep a good man down, so it was into the blue skies and clean air of scenic Dundalk ( a neighborhood on the east of Baltimore) that the Vintage Haberdasher and myself found ourselves transported yesterday for the 15th Annual Mobtown Greaseball, an event that celebrates and glorifies the best in vintage kar kulture, rockabilly style, cheesecake pinups, sideshow artistry and all around good family fun for all. There was so much to see & experience that I was barely able to scratch the surface, and in my weakened state was not able to capture even a fraction of what this event has to offer, but I’ll try to present a small portion of what was on display for the naked eye to behold! We’ll start with a small sampling of the mechanical marvels, and future postings will feature people, faces, tattoos and of course, the astounding Lucky! The Painproof Man! Enjoy!
These are old school rat rods and the finest in the contemporary style of kar kustomization! No trailer queens here!
The beauty of fine pinstriping