SEMA is only days away and I'm already burying the trunk under coolers and gear for the Vegas run. Half this stuff is outfits, if I'm honest. Tell me which one makes the cut.
SEMA is only days away and I'm already burying the trunk under coolers and gear for the Vegas run. Half this stuff is outfits, if I'm honest. Tell me which one makes the cut.
Ruby's lot is still packed with classics and I slipped back to my car to shed the costume. Come find me before I put it back on.
Great Autos is running a Halloween Horror House cruise past every slasher landmark in the city and I'm turning the car into a crime scene for it. Tell me you'd ride shotgun down Elm Street.
Already halfway to Escondido for Cruisin' Grand tomorrow, seat reclined all the way back, nothing on but the dashboard glow. Pull up alongside me?
Chariots Cruise Night takes over Lakewood tomorrow and I'm already loading the trunk — the flannel is the only thing I've decided on. You'd climb in and ride along, right?
Gym's dead empty and the mirrors are all mine, so the hoodie came off somewhere around set three. Legs are done, playlist isn't. Come hold the phone for the next one.
Pit stop halfway through tonight's cruise and this gas station mirror is doing more for me than the pump did. Half the lot is still rumbling outside without me. Tell me what I'm wearing for the second half.
The Odd Squad's coffee cruise has the whole lot smelling like espresso and exhaust and I picked my parking spot by the prettiest hood in reach. My cup went cold twenty minutes ago and I have zero regrets. Come sit on this hood with me?
Surf City Classics rolls through Huntington Beach tonight and I got to the meet-up lot early enough to claim my spot. Hoodie's still zipped over nothing but lace, but the cruising doesn't start till dark. Come stand in my spot light before the lowriders fill it.
Ventura Cove does a bayfront park and chill and I beat the crowd by swimming first — the bay soaked me better than any car wash ever did. Bring a hoodie, I'm not planning on wearing mine.