The lowriders that are saving lives
Top Gear meets LA ex-gang members seeking redemption through cars…
Posted: 16 Oct 2013
Outside Rich's place, we meet Spike, who has agreed to drive us to his shop, Gator Customs, in a 1964 Chevy Impala lowrider. Paint sparkling in the sun like a stripper's nail varnish, it is, unequivocally, one of modern civilisation's all-time best ways of getting somewhere sitting down. Reflections from the metalflake dashboard overlay the sulphurous grey sky with a glittering disco filter, and the odd thrum of its modified 400bhp V8 manages to escape through Patrice Rushen's disco-funk classic ‘Forget Me Nots'. It has the somewhat uncanny effect of making everyone in and around it exceedingly happy. There's waving and pointing. As per Cypress Hill video protocol, I try desperately not to smile.