One of the best categories in LA automobiles is the first car. Sometimes, it’s mathematical and very simple:
Palisades + Recent Grad= Volvo station wagon (with their overpriced East Coast school of choice on the back end)
Beverly Hills + learners permit= M3
Malibu + 16th birthday= Escalade (and the keys to the Mammoth house)
But it’s the kids with imagination who have created a LA subculture all of their own. For example, just as I was clicking away at Mr. Syracuse, a station wagon of another type rolls up:
It may be a grandma hand-me-down, but it’s hot– in a Greg Brady (pre Silver Platters) kind of way.
That rear gate could knock a Prius off its rocker in 3 seconds. Now THAT I’d like to see!
Other times, they’ll pluck a random car out of obscurity and embrace it even before the car collectors get wind of it being back:
This DeLorean had five teenagers packed into it on PCH. Hello? McFly?
Or if your parents won’t buy you a 3 series convertible, you can just make your own:
I’ve actually seen these kids rolling through the canyons with helmets on. (I’ll try to get you the video)
And we got a little Motorhead Mama:
Right on, sister.
There’s also the murdered out Crown Vic:
They are everywhere, but I still ease off the gas every time–only to find some pimply teenager laughing his ass off, because he’s duped me…again.
But when it comes to a Starter Ride, this guy has ’em all beat:
Forget the irony that it’s a school bus, cuz that’s obviously hilarious. But it also adds new meaning to the phrase ‘party bus’ and the chances he’ll be pulled over by the fuzz are slim to none.
So while the rest of you are worried about our future, I’m inspired. Because if the next generation can pull off stuff like this, we will all be ok.