The creation of Garage Oil “American Badass Whiskey” starts with the Legend of Hot Rod Rick.
Here’s the way we heard it: One cold and snowy Chicago afternoon back in December of 1945, a beat cop sees a grubby little kid, no more than three or four years old, pilfering some cheese and hard salami off a push cart sitting in front of the local butcher shop. The cop yells from across the street to the gnarly little thief, “Hey kid! Stop right there. The plucky tyke, dressed in tattered and filthy clothes, looks over and sees the massive policemen frantically waving his nightstick and making his way quickly across the busy street towards him. The brash punk grabs a couple more links of sausage and a large hunk of Swiss cheese then hightails it out of there. The thieving rug-rat is eventually nabbed and brought down to the station where he tells the cops; he ain’t got no home or family and if they don’t let him go he’ll kick their asses. After a good laugh, the cops asked the feisty munchkin what his name was? The little tuff replies; I ain’t got one, ’cause I don’t need one.
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The creation of Garage Oil “American Badass Whiskey” starts with the Legend of Hot Rod Rick.
Here’s the way we heard it: One cold and snowy Chicago afternoon back in December of 1945, a beat cop sees a grubby little kid, no more than three or four years old, pilfering some cheese and hard salami off a push cart sitting in front of the local butcher shop. The cop yells from across the street to the gnarly little thief, “Hey kid! Stop right there. The plucky tyke, dressed in tattered and filthy clothes, looks over and sees the massive policemen frantically waving his nightstick and making his way quickly across the busy street towards him. The brash punk grabs a couple more links of sausage and a large hunk of Swiss cheese then hightails it out of there. The thieving rug-rat is eventually nabbed and brought down to the station where he tells the cops; he ain’t got no home or family and if they don’t let him go he’ll kick their asses. After a good laugh, the cops asked the feisty munchkin what his name was? The little tuff replies; I ain’t got one, ’cause I don’t need one.
© 2019 – 2023 Garage Oil Spirits. All Rights Reserved. Must be 21 to consume alcohol.
The creation of Garage Oil “American Badass Whiskey” starts with the Legend of Hot Rod Rick.
Here’s the way we heard it: One cold and snowy Chicago afternoon back in December of 1945, a beat cop sees a grubby little kid, no more than three or four years old, pilfering some cheese and hard salami off a push cart sitting in front of the local butcher shop. The cop yells from across the street to the gnarly little thief, “Hey kid! Stop right there. The plucky tyke, dressed in tattered and filthy clothes, looks over and sees the massive policemen frantically waving his nightstick and making his way quickly across the busy street towards him. The brash punk grabs a couple more links of sausage and a large hunk of Swiss cheese then hightails it out of there.
The thieving rug-rat is eventually nabbed and brought down to the station where he tells the cops; he ain’t got no home or family and if they don’t let him go he’ll kick their asses. After a good laugh, the cops asked the feisty munchkin what his name was? The little tuff replies; I ain’t got one, ’cause I don’t need one.
After conducting an exhaustive search for the abandoned boy’s family for weeks but coming up with nothing, the authorities decide to drop him off at “Miss Grimsley’s Orphanage and Home for Wayward Children.” They also came up with a name for him based on an acronym that they felt best described his character and personality: RICK ~ (Raucous, Indignant, Crafty, Kid).
On the morning of Rick’s 13th birthday he filled a gunny sack full of groceries then broke out of Miss Grimsley’s hell hole and took off alone to blaze his own path out in the big, bad world. That night he hot wired an old bootlegger’s souped-up coupe and sped off into the darkness. The cops were called and caught up with him for a short time, but this time they did not catch him.
Rick learned something about himself that night, he was a natural born driver and a stone cold speed freak!
Four years later, at the age of 17, Rick built his first Hot Rod and man could that baby fly. He would race anybody, anywhere, anytime.
It didn’t long before he earned the reputation as the fastest man in town and the nickname, HOT ROD RICK.
It wasn’t long before Rick was racing professionally all over the country and winning big cash prizes. It didn’t matter what race class, or what car he showed up in, he damn near won every race he entered.
When the other driver’s would ask him how in the hell his cars would always out perform theirs, he would say, “Oh, I just always make sure to keep all my parts lubed with some of my good ol’ Garage Oil.”
What people didn’t know about Rick was, not only was he a fearless and skillful speed-demon behind the wheel, he was also a bit of a mad scientist/chemist, I mean that boy was smart as a whip. He analyzed the chemical properties of all the major motor oil brands then combined them in precise ratios to create a super lubricant. To that he added his own formulation of long chain polymers to create what he called his “Hot Rod Blend,” (good ol’ Garage Oil.)
Rick’s Special Blend made any engine he poured it into run smoother, cooler, longer and faster than a Mother-Lover!
One night after a big win in Austin, Texas back in the summer of 1968, Rick jumped into his favorite ‘32 Roadster and took off down a dark, winding, Hill Country road. Cranked up full blast on his 8-track stereo was Steppenwolf’s “Born To Be Wild.” Hot Rod Rick was never seen or heard from again.
We created Garage Oil “American Badass Whiskey” in honor of Rick’s rebellious spirit, ingenuity, determination, and all around Badassness! We followed his mad scientist example of taking something outstanding and working with it until you make it the best it can be to unleash it’s greatest potential.
Once you try our trademark “Hot Rod Flavored” Premium Whiskey we have no doubt that you’ll believe as we do that Garage Oil is the best tasting Whiskey this side of the moon.
“Don’t live life the way someone else tells you to. Be authentic, original, and fearless.
Greatness comes from outworking the competition, pushing yourself beyond all limitations, and never ever giving up or taking no for an answer.
Confidence is a state of mind and that’s a great place to be. I’ll meet you there.”
Hot Rod Rick
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