The kid has been a professional software developer since he was 16, and dropped out of UCSC (yes he was a Banana Slug) because he was making so much money college didn't make sense. Anyway, he makes big bux, and decided to take his gf (also 19) to Hawaii last week.
When they got to Hawaii, they were unable to find any airport rental agency willing to lend them a car b/c of their age. So he dialed around, and finally found a sketchy off-site place that would rent him a beater for cash.
Hola amigos, and a very happy Cinco de Mayo from #DavesCarIDService! Today we salute the art of the lowrider, inexorably entwined with Mexican-American tradition and culture, and now American culture at large. The lowrider is as American as baseball, tacos. apple pie and a '46 Chevrolet bomba.
First up, a glimpse into the genesis of lowriding, with a young unknown East LA fellow posing proudly with his custom 1941 Ford taildragger circa 1950. In contrast to hot rodding, lowriding was bajito y suavecito (low and slow), cruising the street in an echo of the paseo courting tradition of Mexican towns. Thus Whittier Boulevard in East LA became home to America's first car cruises. Lowriders like this were lowered with via sandbags in the trunk, and later with cut frames; this begat the dreaded anti-car-lowering California Code 24008 of 1958.
Code 24008 threatened to end lowriding, and into the breach stepped young SoCal genius Ron Aguirre. In 1959 he scavenged some surplus hydraulic lines and pumps from WW2 aircraft landing gear, and modified his "X-Sonic" 1956 Chevy Corvette so it could be lowered or raised at the flick of a switch.
This was to be the Big Bang of modern lowriding, helped along by General Motors' introduction of X-frame big cars in 1958, especially the Chevy Impala. Vintage Impalas are the platonic ideal of the lowrider, and continual improvement in hydraulics has allowed them to dance.
More than any car culture, lowriding has a canon. It has are two principal subcultures: "bomba" style 1936-48 fat fender cars, and wildly painted 60s big cars with hydros and small diameter Dayton wire wheels. More recently, contemporary "slabs" with crazy Roman chariot-style "swangas" and Vogue tires, a style that emerged from the Mexican-American community in Houston.
It's a car culture that has its own slanguage, style, and fashion code - Dickies, Pendletons, Milano hats, and Mr Cartoon-style tattoos.
So I'm studying French in Duolingo and there's a thing where you read a conversation between two people. So the latest one is a kid talking to his dad, and the dad asks the kid what he wants to be when he grows up.
"A lion tamer!" says the kid. "Amazing!" says the dad.
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"I will tame the lion with my whip and put my head in his mouth!" says the kid. "I would pay to see that!" says the dad.
"And I will wear the fancy red coat with leather pants!" says the kid, "and the crowd will cheer me!"
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"That's why I want to be a lion tamer just like you, Papa!"
"Like me? But I'm not a lion tamer!"
"But Papa I opened your closet and saw your whip and leather pants!"
I swear to Dieu I am not making this up, and I barely survived laughing
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It used to be all Defund The Police, and now these stupid tankie mfs are all putting on $9.95 Amazon reflective vests and calling themselves 'marshals'
I cannot stress this to Jewish parents enough: do NOT send your kids to an Ivy or bespoke private college. Send them to a school with a gigantic football stadium. They will love it, have a wonderful time, get a great education, make loads of friends, and crush life.