I agree with you!!! I own a 60 Chevy with Hydros and Wires!!! the best shows I go to are the Lowrider ones!!! If you go with Attitude you will get Attitude back!
I guess it has a different reference to me. The lowrider guys gathering at the cars for sale don't bother me. I appreciate all the work they put into those cars. Its the guys selling that are decked out in Raiders garb, selling dubs, stereos, and other shit..playing their radios too loud all night, hollering, smoking weed, and leaving a bunch of trash after they go home. Usually theres hot coals in that trash pile from the lunch BBQ. ( they got BBQ's banned at Pomona) And of course, don't forget the Raiders T shirts and jerseys for sale at each spot. Long beach swap used to be full of those guys. I never found anything there. There were car parts AND the shirts in the spots for sale. it used to be a running joke with some of my other friends that were (and are not anymore) vendors there.. "You going to LB? No, I'm fresh out of Raiders shirts..wont sell anything else" Maybe they have changed, or maybe the Raiders suck now and nobody wants their swag.. but LB's vendor set up is still not vendor friendly. Maybe I'll give it a try one day.
I don't really care about the Raider guys. They hang out in their own area and do their thing. That's okay. I hardly ever go to Pomona without a buddy,unless I bring a pile of hundys for a car. I usually look around the cars,chat with my friends,eat a couple hotdogs,then go home. It's always more fun with a friend though. JustplainJ,John Denich,and of course...GROUCHO!!!!! Doesn't get any better...
I recognized the guy who had it,but don't know his name. He wanted $20k for it. The body was really straight...
It DUMPED @ Pomona Saturday night, but Sunday was PERFECT. I saw that 4-sale sign covering my NOT for sale sign, and figured it was a prank. So, as I sat comfortably in an Andy Gump....it came to me......Bad Bob!! So, I finish my business, walk to my car, and from about 10 feet away from Bob, I call him. I can see he nervously recognizes my #, and starts looking around, like a dog that just chewed up an expensive shoe...... Uh, hey Groucho....how's it going?. We both laughed our asses off
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