I have a photo on my blog that shows up in the top 10 google image searches for "lowrider." I don't know if someone hotlinked to me and now it says custom cruisers, or if I hotlinked it or what, but I get hundreds of people a day coming to my blog because of this image. Sometimes they look around, other times, they're just there to see my lowrider. I'm not bothered by it, but they don't ever leave a comment. Not once. It's like a bunch of voyeurs looking into my bedroom window while they walk by, and there I am in my underwear, dancin' in front of a mirror to Bruce Springsteen. Oh wait. That really did happen, but it was my mom who saw me and I wasn't in my underwear. Yes, I was practicing the white man running technique, probably to Dancin' in the Dark and I was 16. Don't hold it against me, okay? I was getting ready for the Sadie Hawkins dance to which I'd wear my red vans with the red and white checkered laces. Wait. I got off topic.
Back to lowrider. Here's a new choice pic. A lowrider bicycle. Now don't tell me this doesn't kick ass. Odale!