Friday, November 18, 2005

Be still, my heart

People who lived in certain parts of LA and San Bernardino counties in the 60s & 70s, had ready access to some of the most beautiful cars in the world. The best, however, were never the expensive models rolling off the lines in Detroit or Germany, but were the insanely-customized and hand-painted masterpieces of thousands of hours of loving care by the creators of the lowrider.

Despite its humble origins in SoCal, the lowrider now comes in countless flavors and modifications, and entire subcultures have emerged within a veritable UN of different communities, now worldwide. My dream: Someday, if/when I grow up, I WILL put my hands on a blue '64 Chevy Impala with spectacular hydraulics and a sound system capable of registering on CalTech's seismographs.

A leisurely stroll through this and this takes me back and sets my heart atingle.

a•tin•gle (ə-tĭng'gəl)
Experiencing a prickling sensation, as from excitement; being in a state of tingling.


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