The search continues for the very infamous, prized Monkee-Mobile. Yes, when I was younger, and a Monkees fan, at age 14, I remember one of the two significant drawing points to the Monkees, based probably on my inability to drive or own *any* car, was the Monkee-Mobile. The other was the fact they played guitar, and I couldn't do that either. It was a big turn on to a 14 year old, men who could drive, and play the guitar. Then I learned to play the guitar, and this turn on died. Scary how I still can't drive. Yes, the Monkee-Mobile, bright red, gaudy, reaking-of-1966 sports car. I immediately associated with it. It represented freedom and individuality, and... the four Monkees throwing me in it and driving me places. *sigh* It was a 1966 Pontiac GTO, with three rows of seats (always good for guests and parties), a convertable hood, a split windsheild, and that big engine on the front. Could they even see to drive over that??? I often wonder... It was perfect though. The perfect answer to society wanting everything the same, everything the way they expected it to be, everything that is different to be seen as odd and ugly. Here was something loud and different that was beautiful. It was it's own thing. Notable. Memorable. Catchy. I even wrote stories about how when I one day accidently travel back to 1966 and meet Davy Jones and Peter Tork, and they fell in puppy-love with me, best friends for life, we talk about and pay homage to the Monkees car. It's amazing how these dreams die. Well, anyway although since this 14 year old innocent love for the Monkees I have long forgotten they even had a car, I now realize how at the time the Monkee-Mobile was a real icon for them, and how it was marketed with them, including those Kellogg's commercials (oh yes). In my persuit to find more information about the movie Head, I came across the Kyote, that crazy yellow car that Peter was driving at the end of the movie. And man, is it such a turn on to see Peter--NOT MICHAEL-- driving a car. Their car. Driving all the Monkees to safety. Mmmmmmmmmmm... It just makes Peter seem so much like the innocent herioc cowboy I often dream he is (stop griping Michael, we like you too). There, I wind up on Dean Jeffries' site. You guessed it, the guy you designed and made the Monkees Mobile. This is the site about the Kyote (it's cute, it plays "Daydream Believer" in the background), and this is the site about all his cars. This is the site about the Monkees car. It really had an interesting story behind it. Apparently there were two identical cars made as the Monkees Mobile (I *thought* this, but I don't know why I did, I think I've seen both and could tell the difference;). They talk about the Kellogg's ads, and how great the promotion was to have on cereal boxes (I never thought of that before). And, if you notice, it appears that the Monkees Mobile is in fact circulating somewhere around the New York city area. What a coincidence!!!!! As if meeting the Monkees wasn't enough. It isn't. I've decided I just want the car. And why not? You can control a car, you can't control the Monkees. Not that I want to control anybody, that's my point, but the idea is I would have this vehicle to use, if only briefly, that would be like being a part of this history of their past. In a way that would allow me to be a part of it. Maybe I could even drive it, or be driven around in it. Yes, it's me dreaming. It's a bit more heightened and high an experience though than hanging around some 60 year old men that are mad at their image, or trying to salvage it, and don't really want to see fans. So, at this point I just want to hook up with this car and breathe in and out it's pleasant vinyl and left-over exhaust fumes, touching it delicately in places, thinking of it's aura and the idea that 20-year Monkee bodies were in it, in 1966. Nice. So if you, or anyone you know (like this applies to so many people), happen to know anyone in contact with this Monkees Mobile, and are not that scared me of because you realize this is all really half-joking and I can't be serious or normal about anything ostensibly, . In fact, email me even if you share my appreciation for this car. I would love more than anything just to know that it's being taken good care of. I don't *actually* need to *touch* the car, or go near it, although that would be so psychedelic... I would just get my highs off of knowing people care to respect the Monkees image. "The Monkeemobiles still remain, 30 years after they were built, as two of the most radically customized Pontiacs ever built and are true icons of the 1960s era." Great.