DUB CAR SHOW: Los Angeles Convention Center
There are a couple of dope things about living in Los Angeles, and one of them is the car culture. Back in SF, we'd have the Lowrider Car show at the Cow Palace and you didn't have to buy a ticket to enjoy the festivities; all you had to do was buy a 22 oz of Corona, post up on Mission Street, and wait for the cars to get out. The past couple years have been a bust, with all the sideshow hype bringing unnecessary 5-0 to break up the good time, so its good to experience the car culture on a whole new level out here in the land of the lo-lo's.
One of the fans of my show! She ran after me to say hello and snap a pic as soon as we walked in. "I watched your show every week!" It felt good to know that people still remembered something that seemed so long ago...
Let's not forget the matching thong for the rearview. Ick.
This reminds me of being at the nail salon!
Of course, a car show isn't a car show without the scantily-clad chicks that give auto enthusiasts a reason to roll out of bed. Something I found interesting is the girls that don't get paid to look like hoebags, and still come in their hot pants. It's the only time they look less skanky by comparison.
Okay, I went to a bougie douchebag club in Beverly Hills last week to see an old friend spin, and saw 4 broads rocking this kind of minidress (slightly rouched, wide band on the bottom, cheap poly/cotton blend) That didn't include the two girls that walked in wearing the shit. WTF? Is it the new skank uniform addition to the clear hooker platforms? If you're gonna show some skin, at least be creative about your options. Sheesh. This ain't Flavor of Love, people.
Some awesome concept cars:
Doors open, mayne!
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