Exotics on the Foothills

Tramway, the east foothills, a handful of lots after hours: the other cruise. Mid-engine shapes, European badges, a soundtrack that’s turbine more than thump. People who don’t live here figure this scene and the lowrider scene can’t share a city. They haven’t been out on a warm Saturday.

We don’t rank the cars. The culture is the mix — lowriders, hot rods, rat rods, exotics, bikes, the kid on a chrome bicycle who’s gonna be all of the above in twenty years. The mountain don’t care what you drive. It photographs all of it.