LA Auto Show tickets are officially on my calendar and I'm already deep in floor-plan strategy — the hot rod hall comes first, always. Come claim the spot next to me before the crowds do.
LA Auto Show tickets are officially on my calendar and I'm already deep in floor-plan strategy — the hot rod hall comes first, always. Come claim the spot next to me before the crowds do.
First-Sunday cars and coffee up on Zuma pulled me out of bed and down the coast — exotics on one side, the ocean on the other, and I still haven't picked a favorite. Come take the spot next to me before someone faster does.
The French and the Italians are facing off in Van Nuys and I still haven't picked a side — the Alfas keep winning, but don't tell the Citroëns. Tell me, are you riding over with me, or picking your favorite before I get there?
Candy bowl's filled, porch light's on, and not a single knock at the door yet — so I'm starting my own treats early. Are you knocking, or letting yourself in?
Día de los Muertos car show in El Cajon Saturday and my Harley Quinn corset came straight out of storage — half laced and going nowhere fast. Tell me, are you pulling these laces tighter, or saving me for the paint?
The Porsche club runs Buttonwillow tomorrow and I've got one cheek painted and the other still bare. Tell me — are you finishing the other half, or do you like me unfinished?
Costume contest in Carson and a lowrider cruise in Gardena, both tomorrow — somebody clearly wants me in two places at once. Tell me, are you picking the outfit, or driving me between them?
Hocus-Pocus car and bike show in Carson tomorrow, and the costume contest has me torn between wicked and worse. Tell me, which one are you voting for?
Seal Beach is putting hot rods on the sand Sunday and this white halter dress is auditioning for the driver's seat right now. Be honest with me — does it make the cut, or do we start the closet search over?
Famoso's Hot Rod Reunion has me raiding the closet for a sixties drag strip look, and the suitcase is losing badly. Tell me, are you riding up to Bakersfield with me, or saving my spot on the fence?