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Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Landmark Lowrider's
Who knew that Little River Turnpike ran into Crenshaw Ave. ??
Here I was, after a morning at the Barnside Diner/perusing the Salvation Army aisles for work ties (4 for $12!) headed toward Braddock Road to avoid i95 traffic and what do I see.
A candy painted and juiced up Cadillac Fleetwood. Turns out this, and other slow and low cruisers, and the Exxon which they are based at belong to this awesome guy Mintu and his brother. He said it took years to get the cars he wanted, and that hes a certified CCE hydraulics and Snap On tools salesman.
Here I was, after a morning at the Barnside Diner/perusing the Salvation Army aisles for work ties (4 for $12!) headed toward Braddock Road to avoid i95 traffic and what do I see.
A candy painted and juiced up Cadillac Fleetwood. Turns out this, and other slow and low cruisers, and the Exxon which they are based at belong to this awesome guy Mintu and his brother. He said it took years to get the cars he wanted, and that hes a certified CCE hydraulics and Snap On tools salesman.Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Chevy Mojo
The menacing growl of push rod muscle captured my attention as I strolled down Laurel the other day. My head on a swivel, I quickly discovered the beast that bore the grumble.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Canine Cruising II: Dog Boarding
Apparently photo shop want enough and this guy had to go and implement IRL k-9 powered extreme sports.
Shoutout to the dope guy @ 3:03 with the Eclipse on the street and the 240 in the driveway. His neighbor with the red 300 Datusin aint bad either.
Creddit.
Shoutout to the dope guy @ 3:03 with the Eclipse on the street and the 240 in the driveway. His neighbor with the red 300 Datusin aint bad either.
Creddit.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Red, Bull, and Drift.
Prefer my detroit in a more iron flavor, but I'll take what I can drift.
Similar chassid Sears/Falcon Saturn Sky takes on a mad JDM RX-7 after the jump.
Similar chassid Sears/Falcon Saturn Sky takes on a mad JDM RX-7 after the jump.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Hot Wheels Oregon Hill
I've been traveling with that Canon hunk of ameataur photography gold since the leaves turned now, and I've been putting it to good use. Mostly catching worthless Facebook photos, but also of some delectable local rides. Decided this might be a better place to lay them rest than my hard drive. Up first is a sleak and clean Fourth Gen Flame Chicken.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Son-uva Ditch
Tests/papers have had me stressed and occupied. Things are cooling out lately.
If you recall, Travis tried one of these for Nitro Circus. Talking about digging your own grave (HA!).
If you recall, Travis tried one of these for Nitro Circus. Talking about digging your own grave (HA!).
Monday, February 21, 2011
Devil in a New JDM
Devil In A New Dress from LiGnSoCaL on Vimeo.
The dudes over at Blvd are no joke, neither are they're ladies. Always a fan of Brabus rims, and this car executes them, along with every thing else, rather magnificently. I find the AMG fogs to be maybe my favorite touch. Keep up the good work, Dudes.
Almost forgot to mention, its for sale for $20,000 ! When I saw that I had to double take and make sure they meant dollars, and not Britsh Pounds.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Friday, December 17, 2010
Look Inside Yourself, IDM Swaps
Morning Barafunk!
I'm not sure how serious this guy is, but the beat is eggwhite (not yolking).
The Irish appear to be kings of the cross-brand engine-swap. I guess drinking and driving is easier with a heart transplant?
The Wholeteam back in gnArlington for the Month or so, so if you see us let us know whats grapes! Caught the Wakefield game yesterday, had to leave right quick; for Jean-Louis b-day party. Big thanks to Jay-Lou and the whole RDC for the hospitaltiy. It was cool to see all those kids again.
Why do they call them Yorktown girls? Cause you show them George Washington and they surrender.
I'm not sure how serious this guy is, but the beat is eggwhite (not yolking).
The Irish appear to be kings of the cross-brand engine-swap. I guess drinking and driving is easier with a heart transplant?
The Wholeteam back in gnArlington for the Month or so, so if you see us let us know whats grapes! Caught the Wakefield game yesterday, had to leave right quick; for Jean-Louis b-day party. Big thanks to Jay-Lou and the whole RDC for the hospitaltiy. It was cool to see all those kids again.
Why do they call them Yorktown girls? Cause you show them George Washington and they surrender.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Good Head and R.V.A.Dubz
First things fellatio:
We spend a good amount of time going on various adventures around Richmond, and I always got my head on the swivel for dope rides.
For whatever reason, RVA seems to have a crush on VW's. As seen in this clean, classy conversion Evan snapped at Lee's chicken (review coming soon), and in this South of the border themed type 1, just below.
Sorry for the picture quality, strapped with just a droid for now :/
Bassnectar - Bass Head (King Fantastic Remix) from King Fantastic on Vimeo.
We spend a good amount of time going on various adventures around Richmond, and I always got my head on the swivel for dope rides.
For whatever reason, RVA seems to have a crush on VW's. As seen in this clean, classy conversion Evan snapped at Lee's chicken (review coming soon), and in this South of the border themed type 1, just below.
Sorry for the picture quality, strapped with just a droid for now :/
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I'm Not Keeping Tabs On Cars
Tommy is to body hair as is Miles is to sleep. It's six in the morning again and so now it's time for a nice cuddle by the computer screen story, courtesy of Kilometers. Whats grapes to Cap'n Snapback, the B.E.T. Baywatch Star.
I don't know too much about cars. I can see people up in Richlington got a Cudi sized Mr. Rager for automobiles. I really ain't an enthusiast, man. I whipped a '01 Subaru Impreza Sport back in high school named the Silver Surfer. Occasionally, I'd get a compliment from a random asian dude bumping DeadMau5 in the school parking lot or outside El Charrito. But when people start talking cars, I often ain't hip to what they rappin. I do have a dream car and pretty cool good story to go with it. One night back in Arlington...
Something about european tags makes a car more dank...
It was the second day back from my beach week. I had been blunt cruising in the Surfer all down 50 and was going home for dinner when my cousin called. My cousin just graduated from college and was in town for the weekend. He's the only tight relative I have on the white side of my family. Fresh from UC Santa Barbara, cousin Charlie had brought himself to my house in the hopes to see me but had to settle for my parents. Anyways, Charlie tells me over the phone that his friend is performing at a rave with 12 or so other DJ's and got us two invites to go. UHHH, welcome to Jack in the SICEBOX, can I take your order? I rush back home, eat with the folks, and then dipset with Charlie back to his house. When we get to his casa, he surprises me with a couple of dankass Grateful Dead tabs. I know this is going to be a great night.
Peep the 2nd row and 4th square. It's pretty close to what I had.
We take the tabs right away but the show isn't for three or so hours. So now we're just starting to trip in his basement while reality starts warping. Fast forward three hours and we are in full swing of mind bending perception. Charlie notices the time and says we should head out to the place. This is a great moment as we drive off in my Silver Surfer. The song that comes on right away isn't techno or any electronic music at all; it's Hurricane by Bob Dylan. At the peak of the song, we hit the highway. I'm tearing down 66 on a fucking hallucinogenic to this very song and something hits me right on the top of the brain. I start to imagine myself driving the car Wooderson drove in the film Dazed and Confused, my favorite movie of all time. A shiny black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with white racing stripes on the center of the car.
SEX
With the acid in full swing, my brain was convinced of this awesome change of vehicle as I neared 90 miles an hour without a soul on the road. It was only midnight after all. I told Charlie that that I was driving the car from Dazed and Confused. He laughed, telling me that he was Wooderson and that I was Pink and he was letting me drive his car. Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't even kidding and that was really the truth. I think he thought it was true at a certain point. We listened to more 70's music and I finally slowed down to a reasonable speed. It was an amazing experience as we reached some random Fairfax exurb to the most awesome rave I've ever been to. The rave itself is a whole other story for another time. But I still see that car when I close my eyes some times.
I don't know too much about cars. I can see people up in Richlington got a Cudi sized Mr. Rager for automobiles. I really ain't an enthusiast, man. I whipped a '01 Subaru Impreza Sport back in high school named the Silver Surfer. Occasionally, I'd get a compliment from a random asian dude bumping DeadMau5 in the school parking lot or outside El Charrito. But when people start talking cars, I often ain't hip to what they rappin. I do have a dream car and pretty cool good story to go with it. One night back in Arlington...
Something about european tags makes a car more dank...
It was the second day back from my beach week. I had been blunt cruising in the Surfer all down 50 and was going home for dinner when my cousin called. My cousin just graduated from college and was in town for the weekend. He's the only tight relative I have on the white side of my family. Fresh from UC Santa Barbara, cousin Charlie had brought himself to my house in the hopes to see me but had to settle for my parents. Anyways, Charlie tells me over the phone that his friend is performing at a rave with 12 or so other DJ's and got us two invites to go. UHHH, welcome to Jack in the SICEBOX, can I take your order? I rush back home, eat with the folks, and then dipset with Charlie back to his house. When we get to his casa, he surprises me with a couple of dankass Grateful Dead tabs. I know this is going to be a great night.
Peep the 2nd row and 4th square. It's pretty close to what I had.
We take the tabs right away but the show isn't for three or so hours. So now we're just starting to trip in his basement while reality starts warping. Fast forward three hours and we are in full swing of mind bending perception. Charlie notices the time and says we should head out to the place. This is a great moment as we drive off in my Silver Surfer. The song that comes on right away isn't techno or any electronic music at all; it's Hurricane by Bob Dylan. At the peak of the song, we hit the highway. I'm tearing down 66 on a fucking hallucinogenic to this very song and something hits me right on the top of the brain. I start to imagine myself driving the car Wooderson drove in the film Dazed and Confused, my favorite movie of all time. A shiny black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with white racing stripes on the center of the car.
SEX
With the acid in full swing, my brain was convinced of this awesome change of vehicle as I neared 90 miles an hour without a soul on the road. It was only midnight after all. I told Charlie that that I was driving the car from Dazed and Confused. He laughed, telling me that he was Wooderson and that I was Pink and he was letting me drive his car. Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't even kidding and that was really the truth. I think he thought it was true at a certain point. We listened to more 70's music and I finally slowed down to a reasonable speed. It was an amazing experience as we reached some random Fairfax exurb to the most awesome rave I've ever been to. The rave itself is a whole other story for another time. But I still see that car when I close my eyes some times.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Jim Conner
Well, you know where I wish I was this weekend.
Wise man once said there is only 3 sports: motor racing, boxing, and bull fighting. I think that makes this legally qualify as coitus.
Wise man once said there is only 3 sports: motor racing, boxing, and bull fighting. I think that makes this legally qualify as coitus.
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