One of my favorite places to spot unusual cars is Mexico. My Latino friends (especially the men) aren’t shy about being as freaky as possible in their rides. However, this summer, I’ve been chained to my desk and unable to stray south of the border. The good news is I live in LA, where Mexico comes to you.
I was recently driving into town with a new friend when I spotted something crazy on the side of the road. Of course, I pulled over.
Feast Your Eyes On The Croc Hunter!
It was big, it was green, and it had wheels big enough for a John Deere. I let out an audible squeal, then pulled into a nearby restaurant valet line and left my friend idling, dumbfounded in my car as I ran into traffic to get a closer look.
Now, if you’ve ever been to Malibu, you’d know that running through traffic on PCH in July is like dodging 747s on a JFK runway– total, utter, life-risking chaos. But for you, for me, and for the love of all things freaky, I made it happen. And boy was it worth it.
What In The Name of Croc Hunter Cars?
Get A Load Of These Details
What’s that, you ask? It’s simply a few crocodiles peeking out of the rear seat of a Lexus. What? You’ve never seen that before? Just wait, cuz it gets weirder!
Somebody May Be Croc Crazy
Crikey! There are crocodiles all over this Japanese luxury vehicle —don’t miss the upholstery, roof, and all. This guy not only bought a new car and put some crocodile heads on the back, but he completely upholstered it, pimping it top to bottom with green seatbelts and some fat wheels!
(Please excuse the crap photos– did I mention I was dodging traffic?) But here’s where it gets really great. It turns out that this isn’t just a random machismo statement. It’s a Michoacan statement. Michoacan is a state in Mexico and is popularly known as “the birthplace of the drug war.” I’m guessing by the enormous sticker on his windshield that this driver is from there. And he’s proud of it.
What Michoacan Has To Do With It
Why is this important? Well, this guy’s croc-hunting Lexus is a (albeit unusual) source of national pride. Maybe he’s sick of it all. Sick of the pity, sick of the sorrow, sick of the trauma. God knows, certain places in this world evoke sadness. So when you mention where you’re from, people can only really say, “I’ve seen that place on the news,” and that’s gotta get old after a while. By converting this car into a mobile Michoacan celebration of its wildlife, he’s convinced at least one crazy Californian to respect where he’s from.
Mission Accomplished, Mijo!
After snapping these awful shots, I ran back to my friend, screaming, “You gotta see this!” As I scrolled through my Camera Roll, oozing with delight, she said calmly, “What is it you do again?” Oh boy…
YES! Nice catch! Also I think I know right where that was parked and you did risk your life for a worthy cause, my enjoyment. LOL
Right by the old Chart House. It’s now Maestro’s– too fancy for me!