When I learned that Colorado was home to a Hearse Convention, as a Colorado resident (one year!), I knew I had to check it out. The event promised Death, Dames, and Depravity, so why not attend?
Feast your eyes, taphophiles, on these professional cars! After all, these are the transports to bring bodies to our beloved cemeteries.
The third day of the event involved the “car show,” replete with hearse girls, bands, and fire dancing.
True to the the Hearse Club’s description of the event as not a place for gearheads, no one had their hearse’s hood up. All those V8 engines and no modifications? Can’t be true.
TC introduced me to Alex, owner of a hearse named Medusa’s Big Black Booty.
The top speed of her hearse is 80 mph. No idea where that falls in the average top speeds of hearses. Nevertheless, as sportbike people, we care about these sorts of things.
Hearse sightings around Denver area:
At Mad Max: Fury Road post-apocalyptic car contest and again at HearseCon:
In the alley behind Milk Bar in Denver and again at HearseCon (even same dress!)
The weird facial expression in the recent photo has a funny story behind it.
The event was graced by a rainbow.
Lest we be riding soon in the back of a hearse due to mosquito-borne illness, we left before the entertainment shifted into high gear.
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In all of my cemetery spelunking, I haven’t been in a cemetery during a funeral or even a burial, partially because I go to cemeteries at “off” hours (no, not at night). I’ve only seen a hearse in action during the funeral for my cousins’ grandmother in 2011. Taking pictures to indulge my interests in the macabre there would have been just too gauche, so I’m glad I got to see some hearses up close at a happier time.