Sunday evenings in Sacramento you can see people cruising the block in their tricked out rides; the same goes for Oaxaca. Before I noticed the gleaming cars, I heard their thumping stereos pumping noise into the busy night air.
Parked in a line by the b-boys and the cathedral, these cars including an old Chevy, a couple of Beetles, and some more colorful coches (cars), feature the extraordinary time and talent of their owners.
Never mind the blue lighting and electronics. Forget the tinting and detailing. Think nothing of these lowered and otherwise customized machines. Check out this one that features an XBox and a crowd of men waiting their turn.
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