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Freehand car, not easy for me.
Bonus if you can decipher the license plate.
Bonus if you can decipher the license plate.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 650 x 576px
File Size 82 kB
A Volkswagen Rabbit! (In 1984 the model name changed to Cabriolet or Cabrio, then Golf later on)
I've had two of them, a red one with a tan roof and a white one with a white roof, and they are too much fun to drive. Unfortunately, the Las Vegas heat was more than their cooling systems could bare, and they were both very noisy inside because of the convertible top. The licence plate on the white one was FOLLOW :p
I still use the hotmail address: an_83_rabbit, from when I had the white one.
I've had two of them, a red one with a tan roof and a white one with a white roof, and they are too much fun to drive. Unfortunately, the Las Vegas heat was more than their cooling systems could bare, and they were both very noisy inside because of the convertible top. The licence plate on the white one was FOLLOW :p
I still use the hotmail address: an_83_rabbit, from when I had the white one.
This is wonderful! It should have been an illustration in this book!
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"All of you know that my lovely companion S'leen, here, has become the first H'kaah to earn a driver's license." Ross put an arm around {his bunnygirl lover} S'leen and gave her a brief hug, smiling at her obvious embarrassment. "And so I thought," he continued, "'What would be more fitting for someone whom we all agree resembles a rabbit than to have a Rabbit of her very own to drive!'" A few of the crowd didn't immediately pick up on Ross' play on words, S'leen among them. Those who did roared with laughter which quickly became cheers when, as if on cue (which it was) a raucous European car horn beeped several times from behind the house. The crowd then heard a small car's engine crank, then rev up, and moments later a compact, bright yellow convertible rounded the side of the house and slowly worked its way through the laughing, cheering crowd to stop in front of the steps. Lisa killed the car's engine, then beeped the horn one last time before climbing out from behind the steering wheel and tossing a small key ring up to Ross.
"In case you don't recognize it," Ross shouted to the enthusiastic crowd, "that little car's a Volkswagen Rabbit convertible. The crowd roared with laughter.
S'leen was speechless; actually she was teetering on panic. Ross said with a flourish, "Young lady, I'm pleased to present you with the keys to your very own car," and as he did so the crowd broke into spontaneous cheers, whistles and enthusiastic applause. She momentarily froze, which prompted Ross to gently urge her down the steps and towards the little car's driver side door. "Go on, get in," he urged. Unlike you, THIS Rabbit doesn't bite!" The crowd hooted and whistled. "Still, it's pretty lively, and I think you'll find it just about perfect for hopping around town."
But S'leen didn't follow his instructions, at least not right away. Instead she slowly walked around the car, studying the sunny little convertible from different angles. When she got to the back she spied Volkswagen's stylized running rabbit emblem on the abbreviated trunk lid; that made her smile in wonder. She was having a difficult time believing all this was happening (even though it was) and that this group of humans--enthusiastically led by her patron, Jack Ross--was actually doing all this to honor her. S'leen's chest momentarily tightened with emotion as the gravity of the situation sunk in.
She was loved.
--"Redeeming Factors" by James R. Lane
Authors description
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Cover and interior illustrations by furry Eugene Arenhaus (mailto:arenhaus@mail.com)
Cover art
Order on Amazon
The Raccoons Bookshelf, 1006 S. Garth St., Ridgecrest, CA 93555, 1-760-384-3170
mailto:mjriv@raccoons-bookshelf.com
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"All of you know that my lovely companion S'leen, here, has become the first H'kaah to earn a driver's license." Ross put an arm around {his bunnygirl lover} S'leen and gave her a brief hug, smiling at her obvious embarrassment. "And so I thought," he continued, "'What would be more fitting for someone whom we all agree resembles a rabbit than to have a Rabbit of her very own to drive!'" A few of the crowd didn't immediately pick up on Ross' play on words, S'leen among them. Those who did roared with laughter which quickly became cheers when, as if on cue (which it was) a raucous European car horn beeped several times from behind the house. The crowd then heard a small car's engine crank, then rev up, and moments later a compact, bright yellow convertible rounded the side of the house and slowly worked its way through the laughing, cheering crowd to stop in front of the steps. Lisa killed the car's engine, then beeped the horn one last time before climbing out from behind the steering wheel and tossing a small key ring up to Ross.
"In case you don't recognize it," Ross shouted to the enthusiastic crowd, "that little car's a Volkswagen Rabbit convertible. The crowd roared with laughter.
S'leen was speechless; actually she was teetering on panic. Ross said with a flourish, "Young lady, I'm pleased to present you with the keys to your very own car," and as he did so the crowd broke into spontaneous cheers, whistles and enthusiastic applause. She momentarily froze, which prompted Ross to gently urge her down the steps and towards the little car's driver side door. "Go on, get in," he urged. Unlike you, THIS Rabbit doesn't bite!" The crowd hooted and whistled. "Still, it's pretty lively, and I think you'll find it just about perfect for hopping around town."
But S'leen didn't follow his instructions, at least not right away. Instead she slowly walked around the car, studying the sunny little convertible from different angles. When she got to the back she spied Volkswagen's stylized running rabbit emblem on the abbreviated trunk lid; that made her smile in wonder. She was having a difficult time believing all this was happening (even though it was) and that this group of humans--enthusiastically led by her patron, Jack Ross--was actually doing all this to honor her. S'leen's chest momentarily tightened with emotion as the gravity of the situation sunk in.
She was loved.
--"Redeeming Factors" by James R. Lane
Authors description
Link from authors page
Cover and interior illustrations by furry Eugene Arenhaus (mailto:arenhaus@mail.com)
Cover art
Order on Amazon
The Raccoons Bookshelf, 1006 S. Garth St., Ridgecrest, CA 93555, 1-760-384-3170
mailto:mjriv@raccoons-bookshelf.com
Heh! Thanks for the post. Actually, my artist (Eugene Arenhaus) and I discussed it, but eventually felt there were more pivotal scenes to illustrate, and there were limitations to how many (5) illustrations that could be included.
Still, the artwork is a hoot, and very accurate as to how I envisioned the scene.
Jim
Still, the artwork is a hoot, and very accurate as to how I envisioned the scene.
Jim
And if ya wanna find out what a catgirl drives:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1003872/
Thanks for reminding me of this pic!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1003872/
Thanks for reminding me of this pic!
A friend of mine once had one of the first VW Rabbit, years ago. They jump! At least if your Rabbit had a manual transmission, as he's did, and you pop the clutch badly. I recall after a spirited discussion on the relative merits of standard and automatic transmissions, he stuck to his belief that the standard was superior. It gave the driver far more control. He the popped the clutch and the car jumped and seemed to drop a foot, wth a horrible clunk as though the motor had fallen out. I don't think it changed his opinion a bit...
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