I just saw this photo on THRILLIST and surprised myself by getting really excited about it. You see, it reminded me of the kind of parties that were held every weekend in the town I grew up in. Ah, beautiful Sante Ynez...full of hicks and no neck, date rapist football players. SWOON!
But seriously, my friend, Efren can detail cars like no other. He has like 4- 5 cars in his driveway or on the street at any given time. However, Efren is an amazing artist. He made me a tin plaque for my 23rd birthday with orange and yellow flames and my name at the top in a ghetto type font. It was hot shit.
Anyhow, I remember this one party I went to out at this abandoned farm and there were all these vatos, cholos and cholas there and they all had their lowriders' doors open and windows down and they were blasting that Ranchero music, drinking beer and making out ...then the real show started. They started showing off their cars awesome hydraulics. Then the cops came and ruined everything.
That party was effing hot.These are my people.
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