Lowriders

May 05, 2008

Numero Uno

Cinco de Mayo Lowrider Day continues with a repost from January

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I've written before about my admiration for lowriders and lowrider culture; but when it comes to chronicling the ranfla lifestyle, the real horse's mouth is Lowrider Magazine. After a humble birth in 1977 San Jose as a one-color mag distributed at area car shows, Lowrider has grown into a publishing institution with over 1.5 million readers worldwide, and spinoff publications like Lowrider Bike, Lowrider Truck, Lowrider Arte and Lowrider Euro. 

As luck has it, in my magazine stash I have a copy of that very first issue: Lowrider Magazine #1, January 1977. Return with us now to those thrilling Cheech & Chong days of yesteryear, and enjoy a few hits.

Cover: an anonymous cute muchacha shoots a come-hither glance in an embroidered London Fog coat.

cover

Lovely fender candy.  Note the various carbon-dating cues of 1976: gaucho pants, high waist elephant bells, square headlights conversion.

inside cover

When I look at this ad, I marvel at the amount of work that must have gone into it -- manual paste-up with Zipatone and Letraset, hand lettering. Five years later a new San Jose company named Adobe would revolutionize electronic publishing with software like PageMaker and PhotoShop. Call me a Luddite, but I like this better.

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Lowrider cruise to Gilroy, CA, a/k/a "Garlic Capital of America."

page 9

Livin' la vida loca. It looks like "Charly" was pretty much in charge here, and the other girls were best advised to accept their second-billing Angelhood. I wonder where they are now; I imagine a few are grandmothers.

charley's angels

STONEDBROWN! That has to be the ultimate 70's band name.

page 13

"Santa Barbara Lovelies" gracing the fender of a '75 Malibu SS, next to an ad touting CBs and 8-track players. Awesome.

page 19

Two key NorCal lowrider clubs of the era: Thee Individuals, and Las Carruchitas.

page 21

"Calecia Biker." Young vato stays on the scene with a gangsta lean. A very early incarnation of the lowrider bike phenomenon - note curb feelers and wide whites.

page 22

All your friends in the joint will thank you.

page 27

"He's the dude on the corner, the vato chavo lowrider!"

page 28

Keepin' it real.

inside back cover

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Originally posted here

Take A Little Trip: Lowriders in Elysian Park

In the 1800’s, the Native American tribes of the plains began to brush up against the beginnings of American expansion into the West. Although having little interest in the “civilization” offered by the white man, they were eager to adopt the technology that civilization brought along with them. In particular, the rifles and firearms of the white man were important acquisitions. These weapons improved the tribes’ ability to hunt, as well as attack the very same civilization so intent on displacing them.

The tribes understood all too well the irony of this situation, and uncomfortable with using the tools of the enemy, took steps to give the weapons of the white man a character and soul more befitting their own civilization. The weapons they procured were altered and customized, decorated with beads, leather, and other items, until the spirit of the machine was Indian, and no longer white.

So what does any of this have to do with a lowrider car show? Quite a lot. Artist and hotrodder Robert Williams points to the example of the Indian longrifle as one of many instances of humans’ interaction with, and need to transform, the impersonal products of the Industrial Revolution into something more relatable, more human, something with a soul. Hot rodding and car customization are a part of this long history, too. Perhaps the most perfect example, in fact.

The history of the lowrider in Hispanic culture is long and storied, and parallels neatly with the history of hot rodding, sometimes intertwining, and sometimes traveling far afield. (My friend Iowahawk has done a far better job writing about this unique history here.)

I love these cars, and the culture around them. To me, they represent everything that is beautiful, crazy, and wonderful about L.A.


Bajito y Suavecito

Cinco de Mayo Ranfla Especial



Old School Chevy Bomb

Hey Ese, que paso? Me, still recovering from my annual May 5 transformation into a staggering gringo biohazard, courtesy of the good folks at Dos Equis and Taqueria El Norte. Whatever your view on the raging immigration debate, let’s face it: what’s not to like about a holiday that celebrates the kicking of French ass? Not to mention the significant contributions Mexican-Americans have made to our contemporary culture – the arts, literature, cuisine, music, wrestling, and especially cars. Now that the aspirin is finally kicking in, let’s take a trip down Whittier Boulevard and review the Chicano community’s glorious gift to the automotive canon – the lowrider.

Now it’s true that Mexican-Americans have been key players in the development of other American automotive subcultures. In a previous post I mentioned hotrodding pioneer Joaquin Arnett and his Bean Bandits club of San Diego, and no history of hot rods would be complete without noting engine guru Barney Navarro. Those contributions continue today, as witnessed by drag racing’s Pedregon brothers and talented young hotrod builders like Rudy Rodriguez and Anthony Castaneda.


Postwar Pachuco Bomb: Chevy Fleetline

But there is no denying that when it comes to the car, Chicano culture is inexorably linked to lowriding. Like hotrodding, it traces its roots to 1930’s California and blossomed in the postwar prosperity of the 50’s, but that’s where most of the similarities end. Where hot rods were about speed and danger, a ranfla (lowrider) was about cruising slow and looking sharp, the perfect accessory to an East LA Pachuco’s zoot suit. Hot rods were fenderless, fast, Ford, and with an aggressive nose-down rake. The Pachuco’s ranfla, by contrast, adopted a deliberate tail-dragging attitude, assisted by a trunk full of sandbags. Hot rods were minimalist, but the lowrider aesthetic emphasized ornamentation: curb feelers, visors, spotlights, headlight eyebrows, ice can window air coolers, baroque Tijuana upholstery, dingle balls, “flipper bar” and Olds Fiesta hubcaps, gobs and gobs of chrome. Today if you’re seeking topnotch plating or upholstery work, it's hard to beat the craftsmen in the local Mexican American business district.

Another lasting legacy of the early era was allegiance to the Chevrolet bow tie. For the original lowriders, the iron of choice was the ‘Chevy Bomb’ – a bulbous ‘37-‘41 sedan or ‘46-’51 Fleetline. These carras were cheap, and had a weak-but-reliable straight six that was less prone to overheat in traffic than a hopped-up Ford V8.  Plus, equipped with a split exhaust manifold and long 2” straight pipes, the Chevy Stovebolt would make a sinister and pleasing “rrrrrrrap” to announce your arrival. That early brand preference persists today: after 30+ years of publication, Lowrider Magazine has rarely featured a Ford on the cover.

Why the emphasis on slow? Sociologist believe lowriding is a modern incarnation of the traditional Mexican paseo (promenade), an ancient social ritual in which the unmarried adolescents of the village coyly circled the town square, boys on one side, girls on the other. East LA Cholos adapted this ritual for the automobile age, and begat a brand new American tradition –cruising the strip. When you ‘scooped the loop’ or ‘dragged main’ or ‘cruised the strip’ back in high school, you were participating in an echo of that South-of-the-Border courtship rite.


Joe Bailon's Livingstone Chevy

America’s first such car cruising appeared in the late 40’s along Whittier in East LA (immortalized in the lowrider anthem ‘Whittier Boulevard’ by Thee Midnighters) but quickly spread in the 50’s to Van Nuys, Tweedy, and Bellflower Boulevards, across California, and finally around the US. The action attracted kids of all ethnic and automobile persuasions, and fostered an era of cross-influence between gringo lead sled customizers (like Harry Westergard and the Barris Brothers) and barrio boulevarderos. The new look became sparer with less external ornamentation, focused on Ford coupes, and relied on radical metal work like chopping and sectioning. The new aesthetic was embodied in the work of Hispanic customizers like Joe Bailon (inventor of “Candy Apple Red” paint), and the Ayala brothers, Al and Gil. Between them they created some of the best-loved customs of the 50’s, like Bailon's 'Miss Elegance' and the Ayalas' Al Garcia convertible.

The days of the radical lead sled were numbered, however. The customizers had shown that you could improve the lines on a bulbous '49 Mercury or a '51 Buick by lowering its roof or whacking 3 inches out of its beltline. Detroit learned the lesson, and by the late Fifties began producing what were essentially ‘factory customs’ - low profile cars with narrow body sections, low, glass-dominated rooflines and ostentatious fins. It was both difficult and redundant to alter the basic body dimensions of these cars, so customizer began focusing on other elements.


Bellflower-style Buick- Firme

A young gringo car painter named Larry Watson showed that you could radically alter a one of the new low profile cars with nothing but paint. Watson, a fixture at the Clock Restaurant cruise scene on Bellflower Boulevard, began experimenting with new car paints suffused with flaked metal and ground-up abalone ("pearl"), laying them out in abstract geometric panels.  His 1958 Thunderbird started an entire new school in customizing: mild body, wild paint. The "Watson" or "Bellflower" look would have a major impact on subsequent lowrider style, as Vatos began applying metalflakes and pearls in evermore complicated panel patterns of scallops, fades, fogs, lace, cobweb, and fish scale, a job that became easier with the adoption of of artist-quality airbrushes.

While the bar for paint and interior work kept getting higher, the standard for ride height kept getting lower. The old timer’s lowering method of sandbags was replaced by lowering blocks, cut spring coils, z’ed frames and drop spindles, as builders competed in a dizzying race to scrape the pavement. How low can you go? So low that many employed frame-mounted caster wheels as a safety precaution against speed bumps. Eventually this resulted in a regulatory backlash: the much-hated 1958 California Vehicle Code 24008, which outlawed any car having any part lower than the bottom of its wheel rims.


The car that started the hydro
revolucion - Ron Aguirre's X-Sonic

Code 24008, however, proved no match for Vato ingenuity. By 1959 a young Mexican-American customizer from San Bernadino, Ron Aguirre, had developed a unique solution. He had just completed the "X-Sonic," a wild bubble-canopy custom Corvette, and was en route to a show in LA when a traffic cop pulled him to the side of the freeway, itching to ticket him for a 24008. The cop dutifully measured its ground clearance, and began scratching his head. "Huh," Aguirre later quoted the perplexed cop, "I could have sworn this car was too low." What that confused patrolman didn’t know was that Aguirre’s X-Sonic was packing a secret new technology: hydraulic Pesco pumps and valves (scavenged from a surplus B-52 bomber) that allowed him to change ride height at the flick of a switch. Its debut at the Renegades show in LA later that same day caused a sensation, as Aguirre demonstrated his innovative adjustable suspension system.

The future of lowriding was, at that moment, ordained. Vatos across SoCal quickly began scouring for aircraft salvage yards in the high desert, seeking hydraulic treasure. The whereabouts of the X-sonic became unknown over the years; because of its important place in lowrider and custom history (it was also the first bubbletop show car, and Aguirre reportedly fabbed the bubbletop on Big Daddy Roth's Beatnik Bandit), it had become one of the auto collector's true Holy Grails. Happily, a reliable source tells me the X-sonic has been located and is undergoing a careful restoration.

The technologic stars were apparently aligned in 1958, because that year it saw the emergence of another item that would have a profound impact on lowriding – the Chevy Impala. Not only did it feature gobs of chrome and over-the-top syling, the new Impala featured an X-shaped frame that was almost preternaturally perfect for lowering and modification for hydraulics. The 1958-66 Impala remains today the quintessential lowrider, the 1964 model being the most cherished.


Hopper

Between 1960 and 1975, Cholos from LA to El Paso adapted and refined these new technologies -- GM X-frames, hydraulics, and airbrushing -- to create what we all recognize today as classic lowrider style. It wasn't long before boulevarderos learned you could coax tricks out of your hydros. The first involved mounting a skidplate on the rear bumper, dumping rear pressure it at cruise speed, and throwing a spectacular nighttime shower of sparks. With the emergence of safer and more powerful hydraulics paired with independent multi switch setups, they also learned that you could twist your ranfla up on three wheels, making it dance around corners. But the ultimate discovery was the realization that a heavy hydro system could launch the entire front end off the ground. By the mid Seventies formal car bounce competitions were organized to settle who had the biggest and baddest hydros, which sparked the creation of the competition hopper; totally unstreetable, with a single purpose of vertical lift. The current world record is an Olympian 140 inches. 

Stylistically, the lowrider look evolved throughout the 60s and 70s. Long before the 'Dub' and spinner wheel craze of today, Lowriders recognized the importance of a sharp pair of shoes on your car. The wide whitewalls and hubcaps of the Chevy Bomb era were superceded by “pinner” 2-inch whites on chrome 5-spoke Supremes during the Bellflower era. The new look was wire; then double-striped Vogues on Tru Spokes and Skylarks, then chubby little 13" whites on Dayton gold wires. Chrome, welded chain-link steering wheels appeared, along with twist tube grilles. The 'pimp style' cars of 70's blaxploitation films certainly had an influence on the new look, and Tijuana interiors evolved from white Pleat-and-Roll to button tuft velour and velvet.


Religious devotion on '63 Impala

Paint sophistication grew during this era as well, propelled by the "Brown Pride" movement of the 60s and 70s. Young Chicanos co-opted the derisive stereotype of the lowriding Mexican "beaner" and turned it into into an expression of cultural heritage and pride. During the early Seventies there was a resurgent interest in traditional Mexican art genres, including the public mural. Talented car painters used airbrushes to adapt this traditional mural aesthetic to car metal, often emphasizing surprising depth about serious topics: history, life and death, family, and devout Catholic religious iconography.

Together, these cultural and technological trends slowly transformed the lowrider from an automotive curiosity to an important community cultural symbol. Increasingly, lowriding became a familial activity, passed from generation to generation. Kids too young to drive got into the act by lowering Schwinn Stingray bikes to mimic the older guys' Impalas, and these too evolved into incredible sculptural showpieces. Today the lowrider bike is every bit as iconic as their automotive counterparts.

Since that heyday of innovation, lowrider culture has grown to encompass other automotive genres like trucks and imports. It's even become a successful component of America's cultural imperialism; believe it or not lowriding has become a major phenomenon in Japan. The Japanese demand for tricked out gas-guzzling, skyhopping, Mexican-flavored American iron has grown so large, in fact, it has spawned a lucrative cottage industry of California lowrider shops who sell only for export. Maybe General Motors should ask these Vatos for a few lessons.

So next time you’re out to celebrate the 5th, remember to hoist a cerveza in honor of these true pioneers. Praise the Lowered!

originally posted here

March 11, 2008

Headquarters for the Sharpest Styles

greenspans

When it comes to everyday clothes my main haberdashers are Wal Mart and Farm and Fleet. But for those special occasions calling for  a classier set of duds, you just can't beat SoCal vato clothing superstore Greenspan's. A Los Angeles institution since 1928, Greenspan's helped defined the lowrider look and was selling Zoot Suits to your abuelo before your papi was a gleam in his eye. They continue today with a full line of  sharp styles from casual to Saturday quinceañera dressy. Go give 'em a visit and tell 'em Bolus sent you.

January 18, 2008

Numero Uno

I've written before about my admiration for lowriders and lowrider culture; but when it comes to chronicling the ranfla lifestyle, the real horse's mouth is Lowrider Magazine. After a humble birth in 1977 San Jose as a one-color mag distributed at area car shows, Lowrider has grown into a publishing institution with over 1.5 million readers worldwide, and spinoff publications like Lowrider Bike, Lowrider Truck, Lowrider Arte and Lowrider Euro. 

As luck has it, in my magazine stash I have a copy of that very first issue: Lowrider Magazine #1, January 1977. Return with us now to those thrilling Cheech & Chong days of yesteryear, and enjoy a few hits.

Cover: an anonymous cute muchacha shoots a come-hither glance in an embroidered London Fog coat.

cover

Lovely fender candy.  Note the various carbon-dating cues of 1976: gaucho pants, high waist elephant bells, square headlights conversion.

inside cover

When I look at this ad, I marvel at the amount of work that must have gone into it -- manual paste-up with Zipatone and Letraset, hand lettering. Five years later a new San Jose company named Adobe would revolutionize electronic publishing with software like PageMaker and PhotoShop. Call me a Luddite, but I like this better.

page 2

Lowrider cruise to Gilroy, CA, a/k/a "Garlic Capital of America."

page 9

Livin' la vida loca. It looks like "Charly" was pretty much in charge here, and the other girls were best advised to accept their second-billing Angelhood. I wonder where they are now; I imagine a few are grandmothers.

charley's angels

STONEDBROWN! That has to be the ultimate 70's band name.

page 13

"Santa Barbara Lovelies" gracing the fender of a '75 Malibu SS, next to an ad touting CBs and 8-track players. Awesome.

page 19

Two key NorCal lowrider clubs of the era: Thee Individuals, and Las Carruchitas.

page 21

"Calecia Biker." Young vato stays on the scene with a gangsta lean. A very early incarnation of the lowrider bike phenomenon - note curb feelers and wide whites.

page 22

All your friends in the joint will thank you.

page 27

"He's the dude on the corner, the vato chavo lowrider!"

page 28

Keepin' it real.

inside back cover

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Originally posted here

January 11, 2008

Lowiders & Business Suits...

Impala Lowrider

A few months ago I was in L.A. with a couple of my colleagues for work. We had a meeting in the Huntington Beach area and after spending a couple of hours fighting traffic, we finally got into the city proper. It was during the ten or fifteen minutes of navigating this small beach town that I realized my destiny.

The night before I had rented a Chevrolet HHR. Sure I could have gotten a Park Avenue or some other conservative 4-door, but I figured I might as well get something with a little personality - even if it was an annoying one. I bring this little detail up only to show a mind set I guess. Car guys are car guys… There are no breaks or time off.

So it was around 8 am and we were stopped at an amazingly empty intersection in the middle of Huntington Beach. We were a band of three wearing business suits as uniforms and carrying laptop bags as accessories. The radio was turned to NPR, but was only barely audible over the discussions pertaining to the upcoming meeting.

The sound of business was then interrupted (to my ears anyway) by the lump of a pretty mild cam and the lack of mufflers of any kind. I looked to my left to see an early 60’s Impala pull into the turning lane beside me. Being a car guy, I immediately went into “scan mode” and deciphered what I was looking at - a bagged, fog painted, and tasteful early style lowrider.

As the sounds of business talk continued in the background, I got lost in the scene. The driver was a mid aged Mexican man wearing a wife beater over latin style tattoos. A fedora and what looked like Dickies work pants finished out his uniform. He sat low in his seat and puffed on a cigar as he waiting for the green arrow.

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I’ve been in this guy’s position before. He had me nailed in his peripheral, but fought the urge to look so as to avoid another thumbs up to acknowledge. It was almost as if looking in my direction was a form of admitting that he knew his car was cool. And that admittance just isn’t cool too many times in row. I got that.

Eventually, the guy’s curiosity got the best of him and he looked over at the stupid little HHR I was piloting. In one motion, he gave me a quick nod and hit the gas as the light went green. He was gone to do whatever it is folks do in early style lowriders at 8 in the morning while I was left back in reality. The volume of the business talk surrounding me seemed to go up a notch and I cleared my head and got back to work.

It’s been a few months now and I’ve been thinking about the guy in that Impala quite a bit. Our uniforms shouldn’t be as different as they were… And I should have been at that intersection under a different premise…

¡Joda el mundo de juicios!