01x06 - Golf-Ball Collector

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A monster garage recipe fit for a beast.

Take one basket of free-range

truffles, the white ones.

One head of lettuce, gripped, and ripped.

A t*rture one right tomato.

Put a mean slice to one cucumber.

Add hot temper.

The world's on the roof.

In flame vein.

Dinner is served in the monster garage.

Join us now as Jesse and

his g*ng of never-canics.

Rip, rind, and burn.

Transforming ordinary street vehicles into

monster machines in the monster garage.

This week's challenge.

Take a 1984 Porsche 944

and transform it into

the world's fastest

golf ball range picker.

The rules.

When built, the monster machine

must appear to be stuck.

The team could spend no more

than 3,000 greenbacks for parts.

Jesse and his crew have

seven days in nights.

On the first day, they designed.

For the next five, they build.

On the seventh day, they race.

If successful, each team member takes

home a $3,400 set of meck tools.

And the clock starts now.

Disiginated driver Jesse James delivers

the Porsche to the monster playpad.

Fast on his heels is his

hands-selected design team.

Jesse has called upon their

talents to make monster

modifications to this jewel

of German engineering.

Hi, guys.

This is it.

We're going to make a Porsche 944

into the ultimate golf ball collector.

Jesse James, a direct descendant of

the legendary outlaw of the open range,

is a renowned and revered hero

in the world of custom choppers.

But today, he steps into

the shoes of the underdog.

The un-sung hero of the driving range.

The sitting duck known as the

Change ball picker guy.

You're like that little kid at school.

It gets picked on all times.

It just rings.

You're like, it's like inside of a bell.

You just can't get used to it.

It'd be nice once to fire back.

Mac Gillum knows a thing or two

about picking up golf ba*ls.

He builds hand-crafted range

pickers for a living at his company.

Different designs.

I like to tweak things.

If I like to do things, you'd

see if they could be done.

It will roll.

Pick up a golf ball.

You have a set of fingers at seven.

Between your disc assembly, on the

ball rolls, you'll hit the fingers.

You check it down to a basket system.

The normal ball picker speeds

around five to eight miles an hour.

But at that speed, the range pickers and

easy target for any

himrod with a nine iron.

Our picker will have to move faster.

We plan on doing this.

Maybe 50 or 60 miles an hour.

Pete Pepe commands the pencil.

As a creative designer

for Disney animation,

his ideas are anything but Mickey Mouse.

I just think the skill of basically

just trying to think outside of the box.

You're basically making something that is

a simple design into

something that's cool.

Golf is never going to be

cool as far as I'm concerned.

You've got remember golfers

nowadays are construction workers.

They're motorcycle

builders, car builders.

We don't wear a knickers anymore.

I don't wear a knickers.

I don't wear a knickers.

Sissy.

I wouldn't want to stand in front

of Tiger Woods hitting the golf ball

150 yards.

Because I've seen them drive it through

three quarter inch by wood before.

It's three quarter inch by wood.

No way.

Absolutely.

Maybe three quarter inch in hard board.

I think the pickers of

a pretty basic design.

And we probably shouldn't

screw with that, you know.

This particular Porsche has a

very large area in the back of it,

which gives us plenty of room.

I think in the back side

we'll have to get quite a

bit of cutting for it to

accept it on our eighth.

Fitting the Porsche with a

picker should be easy enough.

But Jesse wants to up the ante.

Forget the collecting part.

It's the launching of back part.

It's got to be like a weapon.

Not only will our picker

dodge the golfers shots,

it will pick up their

ba*ls and return fire.

I think we should go wing

the passenger side door.

We want that element of surprise.

So that thing opens up.

Also our can will be completely hidden

till we decide to mount the door up.

Yeah, k*ller everybody.

Definitely got to put

a loud exhaust on it.

Oh absolutely.

I think we got the basic design down.

I think the problems are

is figuring out the feeds.

You know, basically feeding

the ba*ls to each can.

I got enough here for I can do it.

Jesse calls the design day early.

Tea time tomorrow is 7 a.m.

He'd rather rest up than

worry about the details.

Here's the plan.

They'll build a mechanism that will

pluck the ba*ls into the trunk.

It transport them to a g*n

hidden behind a gall wing door.

I think I just isn't owed to all those

poor golf picker guys driving these things.

I think that they're

finally get the revenge.

Day 2, 7 a.m.

Jesse leads the built team troopers onto

the b*ttlefield of the monster's launch.

Philadelphia boy Jay Squarlow is a

bike mechanic with a hot rod passion.

Custom car creator Eric Scarlett

hails from Ventura, California.

Wendy Schmidt from Milwaukee, Wisconsin

brings her animatronics

training to the table.

Alice Anderson, custom car

builder from Temecula, California.

And our ace in the hole designer

Matt Gillum stays on for the build.

Our outlaw wasted no time

in laying down the law.

No screwing around.

To me, this isn't just work.

So we're here to work and do a job.

You know, I want this thing to get done.

And that's it.

You guys got to keep

it simple and keep it.

So you're not back peddling fixing stuff.

There's no room for air in five days.

Before they create, they have to destroy.

The crew yanks, holes,

crafts and prize to make

room for the golf ball

collector and cannon.

Coming down.

This is the bonfire.

Take the car that was perfectly

good and just destroying it.

We're going to turn this

over to our mark down here.

George Bears, much to

garage greens keeper.

Green box that is.

This is the change between the

car, a whopping seven cents.

You think of the Porsche

we would have found.

A little more.

He's pulling stuff.

Meanwhile for Master Chef Jesse James,

it's feasting time at Shea Monster.

With plasma cutter in hand, he trims the

excess metal like the

fat on a slab of meat.

The exhaust must go.

And the back end too.

Anyone for Porsche Flambe?

Quickly the doors removed so it

can be modified golf wing style.

Shredded door, taking

some of the weight off the

door itself so we can

make it a little lighter.

Jay and Alex team up to

make the golf wing door fly.

Making it flat requires reframing.

We have to reinforce all

of this channel right here.

So that it can take

the weight of the door.

I'm a custom car builder.

Little custom cars,

custom air suspension.

For Alex, building k*ller custom

cars is all in the details.

Kenwood touchscreen 23 inch neighbors.

For firestone 317 compressors.

The golf ball cannon is the

hot topic for discussion.

I wanted to look like

it's raining golf ba*ls.

Jesse thinks this simple tube conveyor

from Max Shop will do the trick.

This is what I'm thinking like a

supercharged something like this.

So when we feed the ba*ls out of the

basket into one tube and then out.

Alex has another idea.

And Derek agrees.

Just keep sh**ting them out.

Air power is commonplace

in the custom car world.

That ball is going to haul.

That ball is going to go.

You three need to work

on getting the picker in

there with the lever to go

up and down and a basket.

Mack heads to his shop

where he scavenges for parts

for the picker and gives

himself a monster deal.

Mack returns with picker parts.

This is a drum assembling

for a ball picker.

Once it's assembled, the question arises.

How do you mount a picker to a Porsche?

And we use an arm from right

here from the driver's seat.

Pull it back and it just drop right down.

Okay. Now you want my input.

Okay.

Let's build this here. So

we clear on both sides.

Then we go in here and we weld the swivel

bar that comes right

straight across here.

And it goes just like this and just

like this and swivel off of here.

Before Mack made golf ball pickers,

his life was on a faster track.

Mack was a drag race or back in the 60s.

Both my goal is to go

as fast as you can go.

I got into it because

like I said, you go up on

a farm or a ranch, drive

them farm all tractors.

Restored race, damn

slackers in the field.

All right. So you just kind of

go up one step through the next.

We took an old roadster and made it

as the lightest we could make it.

As strong as we could make it.

And goes fast as humanly possible.

We really like it. He has the freight

train doing about 90 miles out.

Sometimes they were nuts.

It would have absolutely have to agree.

We got a little bit of your door.

We played this right here.

And the hinge goes right there.

The monster crew cleaned up on day two.

Taring into and setting

up the task to be tackles.

But nothing has been installed and

the g*n is a big question mark.

Once to garage factory.

The contact time between

it golf ball and a

club is one half of one

thousand of a second.

Day three 6 a.m.

Before the first sip of coffee,

Mac lays out the goals for the day.

Let's see if we can get

it done together today.

Let's see if we can

fire a golf ball today.

I don't hear how.

Then that kind of lets

everybody's brain rest.

Then won't the free of us.

Make our test on this sucker to make

sure we can get it to their g*n. All right.

Alex and Eric are on g*n duty.

They need valves, fittings, and air

cylinders to rig up the air cannon.

But bad blood over where to get

the parts triggers a shootout.

Eric shoots first.

I think Alex has had a problem

with one of my companies.

But I think it's all personal.

They burned me.

I don't want to give them any

kind of any kind of foot up.

I'm not going to do.

I don't want to do anything for them.

Well, you agreed yesterday

that I wouldn't go

through who you didn't

want me to go through.

If you didn't go through

who I want to go through.

I don't want to do you got to

burn in burning's business.

This is perfect.

That's it.

This is the job meaning.

This is what you want

me to help somebody out.

That burned me.

That's the sure asking me to do.

In the competitive role

of custom car building,

Loyalty's could be fierce.

Just get it from somebody else.

That's simple.

I don't want to get

it from somebody else.

That's what you're saying.

You're saying that you want, you

only went and deal it your way.

I'm not doing my way.

You're doing the door now, right?

No, we're going to do the door

or go out something, do it.

Hey, well, wait a minute.

Oh, my face.

Come on, relax a little bit.

If it had gotten much longer, you'd

have found me crawling in my truck

and go home, because I don't

need to put up with it.

I'm too old.

Remember, I had to be in my voice.

Both my sons used to work for me.

They'd go out the

parking lot, fist fight.

It'd be over in five minutes.

They'd walk back in a shop

and go back to work again.

Instead of going to the parent company,

he wants to go to the distributor.

I don't know about the whole

arguing and fighting crap.

We're all going for a common goal.

We're fighting against

this, not each other.

Just want to get started.

Well, we can get the parts

from a dozen other places.

And that's what I'm saying.

Get them from anywhere with those people.

If he had a problem with

people that I want to get from,

so let's go to the parent company.

Let's go to anybody.

It was by the parts.

But the values are a

couple of 30, $40 each.

You know?

It's the one in the back.

I don't know.

If you don't want to talk about

it, he just wants to get mad.

Alex orders the parts from a third party.

We're doing an air cannon.

We need some valves immediately.

That sounds fine.

In the aftermath of the

altercation, the team presses on.

But Eric is a wall.

Alex and Jake, grab hold of the gall wing

and work on the hinge.

Should we work?

It's just like we knew

what we were doing almost.

All right.

All right.

After acing the hinge, Jay and Alex

take a pint-size victory lap.

The ba*ls need to travel from

the trunk to the front seat.

Mac and Wendy test to see if

the picker will throw the ba*ls

forward enough to feed the g*n.

Don't think so.

Don't think we can get up.

The ba*ls don't lie as far

as we thought they might.

We thought maybe before we could

just fly them to that area,

but it looks like we're going to

have to carry them to that area.

The ba*ls like to the g*n was no gimme,

time to change their approach.

It's been two hours in no sign of Eric.

Meanwhile, Mac is taking another

swing at using his tube conveyor

in the car.

It didn't work as a weapon,

but he thinks he can use it

to transport the golf

ba*ls forward to the g*n.

I need to get 18 inches.

10 here.

And right now, I'm 16.

But I need to get it in here and

up and up to get off the ground.

Space is an issue, but

Jay has this illusion.

OK, wait a minute, wait

a minute, wait a minute.

This motor doesn't need to

be right next to this drive

if we had a longer chain.

So I'm going to run

down to Jack's bicycles

and grab some chain and some sprockets.

So we can move the motor

behind the seat out of the way.

Jay hits the road.

Things keep changing.

So I kind of like to see

finalize plans to go with it,

but it's tough, but I'm

just throwing it with it.

That's enough in the boat, come up.

Jay's swallow is a bicycle

mechanic and builder

of seriously cool custom rides.

But when I have my choice,

this is what I'd be doing

as build in bikes and with this,

I want my name on something

that I can show off and

say, and be proud of.

But pushing the limits of pedal power

is just one of his passions.

A greater force brought him west.

If you're an orange,

you can go to Florida,

you're in your cheese,

you move to Wisconsin,

you're in the hot rods,

you moved to California.

So I picked up, moved 3,000

miles to be around the car scene.

And I guess here I am doing

it, and it's pretty cool.

As Jay rates the bike shop,

pushing again on foot,

Mac and Wendy do some downsizing.

They cut and they cram it,

but it still won't fit.

It's just a bit.

As the work continues, Georgia

arrives with a gift for Alex and Jay,

a brand-spanking new actuator.

Thank you, actuator. There's 350 bucks.

Make sure that when you put it up there,

you don't have to break

it, cut it, or move it.

Be in, please.

Linear actuator, an electric

motor that makes stuff move.

We're going to want to put

a towel on here like this,

and then this is going to

be down here like this.

I don't think that's going

to be enough leverage.

If we go that high on the door,

we're going to have to go.

We're going to have to

mount it out of here.

Well, we can make the same fall.

We don't think about this.

It's a heavy door.

We got to use leverage.

But even with the actuator,

the gall wing isn't

an open and shot case.

Alex and Jay can't figure

out where to mount the motor.

While the crew has

assumed Eric is sulking,

he's actually been

thinking about the g*n.

With supplies in hand,

he returns to the shop.

All right, we got us a drill

bit, and some pipe to a compound.

It's right here. It's like a lipstick.

Just take your feeding in there.

This kind of pressure is

nothing new for Eric Scarlett.

As a custom shop owner, he faces

difficult deadlines on a regular basis.

For a living, I build

this custom street rod,

motorcycles, you name it.

I do full fabrication

work for about 10 years.

This has everything. This is

your ultimate sport truck.

What you call it.

Every detail is a testament

to his passion for his work.

Digital control units all the way around.

DVD navigational.

This vehicle is buck nutty.

This is it.

This is all I do.

I don't play cards.

I don't do anything.

I just build cards on my

own and on my spare time.

In a spray of sparks,

the loose cannon has

started building his g*n.

These are going to be the three

main barrels for this g*n.

A one-man firearm

fabricating mission begins.

Once it's done, I'll get it all well,

didn't put an air fitting in

there and see what we can go from.

Rolls may look close to the side's office

and sheet metal when we get around to it.

When this clicks open and

has all the air behind it,

it's going to sh**t one of them out.

As Erick's cannon takes shape,

the gall wing still ain't flapping.

Maybe we need to not use that actuator.

There's got to be something else.

It's just not going to be as

easy as we thought I think.

This is a hard deal.

Going in the door.

There's something really

simple we're missing.

I know.

We need a fresh inside.

Yeah.

We need somebody who knows what it takes.

I just can't see them in

my mind to get it to work.

Day three was a complete choke.

Squabbling and indecision has kept

the team in the rough all round.

If this keeps up, they might

as well hit the clubhouse.

Monster Garage Factoid.

For an average par round of golf,

the ball is in contact

with the club face,

a total of approximately

36,000 of a second,

or less than the blink of an eye.

It's a new day.

Same old battle.

Team versus clock.

A quick second to ponder their Porsche.

It was an easy one.

Well, if it was easy, it would be cool.

There to do list has just one word on it.

Everything.

The golfing door still needs power to

open for the g*n that's still in pieces,

which will sh**t out golf ball

spread to it from a collecting system

that still doesn't exist.

In other words, time to go to work.

Let's go straight back

the world. Let's go.

Let's go straight back the world.

We need to tie this.

Jesse helps Jay and Alex

out of their door jam.

Man, Alex there in the door.

For probably half a day.

No, you had to just do a day, right?

Here was some plates.

So pushes right here straight out.

It opens it up.

Press that eyes, came

in, so do this and this.

Finally, the electric power

arm finds its proper place.

OK, ready?

And the fledgling gall wing takes flight.

We have a door opening and closing.

Yes, yes, sir.

We are good to go.

We've got a door.

Getting momentum.

Back tackles the collector.

Is this sitting in the

garage or the attic?

Oh, sir.

He's hoping that the conveyor

that didn't work in his garage

might work in this one.

I've built it for a new conveyor

that I'm messing around with.

But I decided to change

something else on it

but there's over an corner.

Oh, yeah.

An important piece of the

puzzle has been filled in.

The picker will lift the

golf ba*ls off the grass

and feed them to the conveyor.

The conveyor will feed them to a basket.

The basket will feed the g*n.

Oh, yeah.

The g*n.

Don't ask.

Give me a couple of golf ba*ls.

I just want to be in questions,

so I want to try this out.

So you got one, Jan?

Any more pressure?

Bad news.

The last thing this guy

needs is more pressure.

No!

There we go.

We got it now.

With Max Conveyor in place,

he and Wendy Press-On

building a steel cage for the

golf ball transport system.

Using hand power, they put

the conveyor to the test.

I've never worked with a lady before.

It's probably taking more getting used to

than anything I've ever done in my life.

But this lady can do a lot of things.

She can well, she can cut, she

can drill, she can, you know?

She must have been one hell of a top boy.

I grew up in a male world with

brothers, and I guess I was always told

he can't do that because of the girl.

Wendy Schmidt is used

to playing in an all-boy

club.

I do animatronics.

I like things to move, and I

like to know how things work.

I do mechanics, and electronics.

Other people design the puppet,

and what it's going to look like.

And they tell me how much space I

have, and what they want it to do.

And it's my job to make it do that.

A grease-dane drag racer

in a briny puppeteer

equals dynamic dulo

in the monster garage.

The odd couple start

building a collecting pan

to bridge the gap between

picker and conveyor.

The team breaks for lunch, but

Jesse never lets up on Mac.

Can you say it's another golf ball?

We'll go through a three or two

or three quarter inch plywood.

You bet you sh*t it up.

What's your definition of plywood?

What if I can grab a golf ball for it?

After filing the barrels free of

obstruction, Eric is ready to test the g*n.

In a fuselage of flying

spheres, Eric finds redemption.

Works there on the ground. Let's see

it in the car finish, done working.

A couple of days in this place

will have your car looking

cooler, but will it start?

We want to fire up the car today

and make sure we didn't cut through

just connect anything that

we need to make it run.

Is it leaking again?

I don't hear the fuel pump running.

The team is tired. The Porsche's dead.

If this day was a turkey,

you can stick a fork in

it because it's done.

Day five starts with a

monster garage wake up.

There's no more ifiness, right?

Everything's dialed. Everybody

stay focused and just keep blasting

like we have the last three days.

The team helps the Porsche

get rid of a monster hangover.

The car wouldn't start because

the fuel wouldn't flow.

Alex has the answer.

I have the monster fuel pump

for the monster Porsche.

It's all the pressure.

That sounds good.

Who's your daddy now, huh?

That's your height.

Your pump was a problem.

We had a dead fuel pump.

It's like 44 seconds.

Yes, right.

Why open-handed?

It's very loud.

It's loud.

The monsters are supposed to make noise.

Whether it's like the creature of the

black lagoon or King Kong or Godzilla.

They all made noise. They're all loud.

And this one.

In any garage, bad ideas

help drive the good ones.

The motor from Mac and Jesse's first ball

-shutler is used to power

Mac's conveyor system.

Yeah.

Okay, Matt, can we take back half

the bad things you said about, yeah?

Oh, okay. You need to first one.

Okay.

If you need a golf ball move

from point A to point B,

Matt, Matt, is the man

that you should go.

Whoa!

That's the new problem.

The eager ba*ls are bunching

up at the conveyor's entrance.

No need to panic.

Who's panic?

I'm not panic.

Are you panicing?

Hell no.

If it looks like panic

and it smells like panic,

I'm a kid around a jam, right?

A small boxbar, restores order,

forcing the ba*ls to ascend two

by two into range picker heaven.

They're trying to make a jam.

It's not jam.

That's what we want.

I love it.

Right.

Matt cuts down and installs a

length of hollow steel beam.

The final link between picker and g*n.

Golf ba*ls go in, but what comes

out is nothing but hard white a*mo.

Eric puts the final

touches on the cannons.

And the transformation from Porsche

to Panzer is nearly complete.

I think that looks pretty cool.

I feel sorry for whoever gets it.

Former foes now best of friends.

It's just too darn hard to stay

angry when you're having so much fun.

The lone g*nman returns ready to

put his sh**ter to the big test.

General Jesse sizes up as secret weapon.

It's not scary in that though.

He pulls out one of his own demons.

A figure capable of making millions

who look upon it, scared silly.

Wow.

The clowns are scary.

He's scared of clowns.

They are evil.

They're face.

You know, that whole,

like, tears and big hair.

He's jumping at kids.

I did it about 20 hundred times.

It's been a big day under the big tent.

It started with a start.

And here's how it went.

It got louder and weirder.

SHADASHI

But fun, the Porsche got a

picker that turned into a g*n.

It's time to stop rhyming.

Cloud time is done.

Coming up, we'll just

see back a hole in one,

or we'll be just another

tiger, lost in the woods.

Oh, so much, so much, so much, so much.

Day six, the team has played

the monster course well,

but this is the last day in the garage.

And it's a long, part five.

Before their round is done, they

still have a lot left to do.

Jay hits first.

He needs to tie the picker

into the front of the car

where it can be lowered

and lifted by the driver.

You know, we can raise this

thing a number of different ways.

He's using me.

Left or in a cable.

Here is one ugly ship lever.

It looks like a freakin'

bicycle mechanic.

Well, this is a good old way.

A bicycle mechanic did

well with the other.

Now pull up that on the side.

Keep going.

Uh, okay.

I got another four inches of lead.

Jay's landed in a trap.

And a crab.

His makeshift picker shifter

doesn't lift it high enough.

Any hacker worth his double boggy's nose.

You never drive with a putter.

Jay's got more than one

club in his bag of tricks.

The arm for the power window

becomes a slick picker lifter.

And then when we switch right here,

it's going to operate

that so that it goes up.

Cool.

The scrappy bike mechanic

takes a victory lap.

We got time to new all

kinds of stuff, baby.

The garage hums with activity

as a team tweaks and fine tunes

their monster to completion.

No, we got our trigger.

It's the creature comforts.

When he continues to work on the cloud,

she wells the motor to the

back of the cloud head.

Finally, the icing on the cake.

That should do it right there.

With the clowns eyes fixed on the prize,

this monster is ready to roll.

But before they test, there's

still some unfinished business

between Jesse and Mac.

No, but off-ball.

We'll go through the reason we're

going to ride water inch pilot.

You bet your shifter up.

So we're betting him and

I are betting 100 bucks.

Game on 100 greenbacks,

pitching a ride on a golf ball.

The only thing standing

between winning and losing

a three-quarter inch sheet of plywood.

To help settle the score,

we've brought in John Deskala,

the teaching pro at Dominguez Hills

Golf Course in Carson, California.

I've seen it done on television,

but it takes one heck of a swing.

John tees it up, monster

style, the gallery takes cover.

That's one.

Right below that scuff mark.

Right here, right here, right

here, right here, right here, right

here, right here, right here,

right here, right here, right here.

That was right on the same

ramp as the same thing.

Right there, front foot

would match the back.

Good to back.

Good to back.

Good to back.

There you go.

OK, one more.

We could cut the tension

here with the night folks.

It's down to the final shot.

We're here, right underneath.

Three swings, three misses.

The only holes in Mac's wallet.

Good try, son.

Thanks.

Pleasure to do a business with y'all.

And no doubt.

All right, my turn, let me try.

Never had one lessons.

I was just my practice swing.

I'll bet you 100 bucks,

I don't make it through.

Come on, keep your hands still.

Come right around.

Time to put some muscle in it.

I may have to give up this whole

fabrication thing after this.

No more banging and no more

bets, it's time to test.

Jesse takes his newborn

monster out to meet the world.

Next up, the driving range.

Check that, the sh**ting range.

The juffer from Long Beach looks like

he's ready for some smash mouth golf.

Until I come going to court.

Jesse lays out the objectives.

We wanted to pick up golf ba*ls,

convey it into the basket,

loaded into the g*n, and

make sure the g*n fires.

And we're cool.

We can paint this sucker

and hand out some tools.

Grass now, we're priming the gas.

My name is Britain's name.

Great ago.

Soon I'm both about 250.

The g*n is loaded.

The gall wing is open.

Jesse hits the gas.

Armageddon!

He's right here!

I call that a success.

I've got a win!

I think it's a good

test for our ingenuity.

I think we did a fine job with it.

Considering that not behind the

wheel, I think we did great.

I like it, it's the most weapon-like.

This is what it's all about.

Forget everything else, get in stuff.

We got some Mac tool kits,

and Porsche golf clothes.

Cool.

Good job, I'm going to jump in.

Andy, thank you.

Awesome.

Here it is, bro.

I'm Mac.

Taring to those.

The Porsche pasted its test.

Jesse passed out the tools.

It's Monster Painting Time.

Tom Prood of Damon's motorcycle creations

is the man with the spray can.

It won't be long now before this

blazing beauty burns up the fairway.

Well, Jesse said he wanted to bright.

He's got to wear sunglasses

in the morning on this, baby.

Guys, the country club aren't

going to know what hit him,

when they see him pull it on the grass.

Monster Garage Factoid.

Every year, one out of every two

golfers is injured during play.

The most common injuries include

sunstroke and heart attacks.

Monster Garage.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to another

Monster Garage Challenge.

I'm your host, the big swag with

my partner, Frankie Whiteside.

Frankie, where the hell are we?

El Dorado Park Golf Course in

Long Beach, California Swag.

Tell him why we're here, Frank.

Hey, see that kid out there?

That's why.

Exactly right, we're here for the kid.

Here it is.

The kid in the picker.

He's got a job to do and

we're going to cheer him on.

Oh, hey, that's a rough mark.

Hey, hey, that's not nice.

Hey, the kid's taken a pound in Frankie.

What's he going to do

to the kid, Frankie?

Something like this?

He said something work.

Right to make a contribution.

And this is how he's treated.

They could put him

down and keep him down.

Frankie, I can't watch.

He's a lambing led to the slaughter.

swag.

What's that?

Not what swag?

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Ken, if you can hear me, just hold

on because help is on the way.

That's right, Frankie.

The calmery is here.

Oh, one man army name, Jesse James.

Frankie, tell the folks at home

what the heck he's driving.

We're looking at a 1984

Porsche 944 with a nifty,

70-style vanway on the back.

Nice touch, Jesse.

This is not your German

father, Porsche Frank.

Looks like Jesse's turn to

the Porsche into a picker.

A range picker.

Look at him, go.

That is without a doubt.

The quickest slickest golf ball

picker the world has ever seen.

It's the lengthness monster.

It's the to-ranged picker.

Move over over and let the

throw from Dolbert take over.

What's he doing, Auschwatt?

He looks like he's shot an epic offer.

Hey, folks, let's listen in.

Now, I've never seen a

bug to make the offer.

We're not so fast.

Hey, you little man, here we are.

Those guys are taking aim.

He's a sitting duck.

Why does any move?

Because the man is cool

under pressure, old pal.

Yes, so come on, fancy pants.

You can go in 80 degrees outside.

He's got a sweater on both.

Come on, my mom can sit in better.

You guys, fix up for you.

Go get it.

You can't hit me.

You can hit me.

The door is popping up.

Jesse's going.

Jesse, James, give him

the Ozzy Osborns to loop.

There's the meanest looking

clown face I've ever seen.

That's no clown.

It's a cannon.

That's no pawns.

It's a tensor.

He's fired out all cylinders.

Jesse is crossing through the

lines and the trooper's scattering.

It's paper time, honey.

Good ba*ls coming out faster, Randy.

That's easy.

I'm under miles an hour.

They're gone.

Check it out, Frank.

Did you see that?

Hey, toss the keys to the kid.

Wow.

For Jesse James, there's no

time for bogies, birdies,

but say, drive in.

There's metal to bird and sparks to fly.

Because the next monster garage

challenge is just around the bend.