Suddenly, I'm back in high school. [NYT article; brief press release]
Visitors to the island in recent seasons may have noticed that a new artist is making his mark as well: Chuggy, a k a Chuck Proper. That mark usually involves a long strip of angry-looking scalded rubber, which can be seen on many of the island’s twisting roads.
For years, those marks and similar ones have left some locals scratching their heads and visitors anxiously clenching the wheel. It turns out that they are a kind of rural car- and truck-made graffiti — a byproduct of a longtime island ritual that gives this central Maine town character and provides some rugged contrast to the pastoral life here.
My career as a tire artist was fleeting. Two years of engine work, a couple of thousand dollars, and about five days in my 1970 LeMans before I blew all gears except reverse and traded it for a motorcycle. I should have gotten an agent.
Posted by johndanseven at August 15, 2006 11:36 PM