The American Fuck Yeah Association

Driving down Westcliff Avenue last night I was obstructed by a big RV that was drifting in and out of lanes. The damned thing was so wide it could barely fit in one lane and was bumbling about dangerously. I passed the monster with a wide berth, tapping my horn and thinking “probably some drunk who lives in his RV.” Then I noticed it was painted all over with ads, logos, and signs. Racing team? Soft drink promotion? What the…

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Yes, there is such a thing as the American Tailgate Association.

The American Tailgaters Association (ATA) was founded for several reasons. The “sport” of tailgating has become a national phenomenon as a recreational activity, yet there has never been a venue for tailgaters to come together in a single place.until now!

The ATA will allow tailgaters all across our great nation to meet in forums, discuss the best tailgating places, talk about their favorite teams or sports, find discount merchandise, post pictures, and generally be the one stop tailgaters “community”.

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Our desire is to promote ATA membership and our corporate partners and we believe by offering an entertaining, interactive, cost-effective and ever-expanding experience, our membership will in turn promote organizational allegiance, brand loyalty and name recognition for our corporate partners and ourselves.

An outstanding characteristic of my country is our inability to have fun without creating an association with bylaws, getting corporate sponsors, copyrighting and trademarking it, having an annual competition, and finally and inevitably adopting a mission and vision statement. See: Little League, car stereo enthusiasts, etc.

Wait, does it go in your EAR?

I’m sure most of you have seen this because it was on boingboing, etc., but a number of people I saw tonight hadn’t: The Sex Machines Next Door is an amazing article and even more amazing pictures of homebrew sex machines that various residents of America Fuck Yeah! have created.

The Popular Mechanics can-do spirit meets Edward Gorey’s The Curious Sofa. Pocketa pocketa pocketa. Wait, where do you sit? How does that even… Oh MAN no WAY!

The Wired article references a new book. Fascinating.

Also, wait wait wait. That thing moves HOW? And you’re on the GARAGE FLOOR?