As much as I love Japanese cars, I can easily admit that when I’m caught up in the world of classic American cars, they tend to fall to the back of my mind pretty quickly. When you ride in a car like this, it’s an experience like no other. The smell of the old interior, the touch of the smooth plush leather seats against your skin, the sound of the V8 engine roaring from underneath the enormous bonnet, the sight of everyone staring at you and kids waving and pointing at you from the side of the road...
Yesterday I found myself cruising along the highway, my hair going crazy in the wind as I sat in a friend’s ’67 rag top Chevy Impala. We were driving side by side with my partner’s ’67 Impala Fastback, both cars rolling low on static. Such an awesome feeling!
Old Skool Rydz Lowrider club had their 11th birthday on the weekend, and so we went along and met up with some of the guys and went for a cruise. We started off out at Eastern Beach and convoyed over to Mission Bay.
Another thing I love about these cars is the fine attention to detail that goes into them. From the stitching on the seats, the chrome trim and embellishments, even the seat belt fittings - it’s just not like anything you would see on a modern day vehicle.
The detailed chrome trim on this ’93 Cady is pretty amazing.
A policeman pulled up but he didn’t want to hassle us, he just wanted to join in and talk cars! It's a shame that our police generally don't have this additude towards the import scene too.
Thanks OSR for inviting us along! Can’t wait to cruise again once summer gets here.
Photos by Taryn Croucher and Peter Kelly.