It’s been my dream since I saw one close up in 1971.
Glad I wasn’t the only one!
Beck, I’m used to letting half of what your family says slide…
But did your son really say he wouldn’t drive the Wienermobile because they’d charge him for the whistles?
(The promotional whistles that Oscar Mayer makes for the sole purpose of their staff giving them out for free?)
Psst, he’s either lying to you, or he’s delusional… or he’s frankfurtaphobic.
Now I can’t get the image of Duff Man out of my head.
When we were on the freeway following the hearse carrying my mother-in-law to the cemetery, we passed the Wienermobile. We all agreed she would have really gotten a kick out of that!
Oh he don’t know shit. He meant that would be his luck, they’d charge him for them. In the small print “you must pay for all promo materials” He meant it as a joke. 'Cause there’s always a clause in the contract.
Oh and he’s work phobic!
Okay, so now you’ve set him straight and he can apply. So his mom can live vicariously… or she can drive on ahead to every Mustard Fest the kid drives the Wienie to, just to heckle him.
I’ve mentioned this before, but my classroom looked out onto a Wienermobile Parking Lot, and one day I saw a Mini one (the license plate read LI’L LINK.
Exactly my thoughts.
Just think of the Dope fests I could attend.
I got the food covered.
Win-win
Omg. I’m in. Come on someone. We need to do this.
I would love to drive the Wienermobile! Although I am extremely introverted, I think I could fake extroversion well enough to pull it off.
My lack of depth perception might be a problem, though. I wouldn’t be able to park it very well.
Ummm, I have zero depth perception (only one good eye*), and I park just fine (it’s mostly geometry).
*Parallax is only one of eight depth cues…
I can’t imagine parking would be a problem at a festival. Just pull that bad-boy up there.
Getting thru the crowd, now that is another thing😳
I grew up in Madison - I’d do this in a heartbeat!
Years ago my friends and I went to the Taste of Madison. The Wienermobile was there, giving out Wienermobile whistles. We all got in line (I got one for my older sister, too. She was thrilled!) and one of my friends pointed out that everyone in line was an adult, including us.
You haven’t seen my carport. There is about a 3-foot zone where you’ve backed up enough to drive forward and out, but not so far that you plunge down the steep, 20-foot ravine. I have no ability to sense quite where the back of my car is within that safe zone.
You may think I jest or exaggerate, but I don’t. A real estate agent, clearly more interested in linguistic precision rather than property sales, once called our land “topographically challenged.”
Anyway, I back out in tiny little fits and starts.
If you’re Dave Barry, you can just borrow the Wienermobile, and pick your son up at school with it, a stunt that Dave says his son never forgave him for! 
I’d love to drive it. I, uh, make it a point to visit it every time I’m at the Henry Ford Museum, even if I’m not looking at things in that part of the museum otherwise. Given that I have a membership, it’s probably an unhealthy amount of times. At least I get exercise, because the other things I always look at without fail are the steam locomotives, which are on the far opposite side of the museum.
They have a 1952 Wienermobile on display at the Henry Ford Museum. Not only that, but they have a vintage Mold-a-rama machine there that makes plastic W’mobiles that you can take home as a souvenir.
My favorite Wienermobile photo:
In Madison this would have made his son the envy of everyone in his school.
The money might be a problem.
…how much do I have to pay them?
The WienerMobile regularly appears in Uranus.