Part of the reason I got into automotive publishing is because I love custom trucks, hot rods and everything that shines, rumbles and sits low to ground. The other reason I dove head first into magazine work is because I have a deep passion for creative writing and photography, and I didn’t want to wear a suit and tie every day. Sure, I’ll clean up when a business meeting demands it, but most of the time a pair of denims and some sort of truck or hot rod T-shirt makes up my daily wardrobe, as I drive to work in my Chevy pickup and write about the best damn hobby on the planet. I consider myself very lucky to get to work in an industry that I truly enjoy with some of the finest gearheads around. My version of a board meeting is Mulligan and I talking trucks, cover options, tech stories, trends and the like over a couple of cheeseburgers; or planning an issue of Street Trucks at the workbench surrounded by tools, nuts and bolts, grease and oil as Hair Nation pumps out a little aural entertainment. This brings me to the point of my ramblings this month. Street Trucks has always been filled with badass trucks, the hottest shows and a combination of mild to wild tech stories, but the book has also had an overdose of humor and entertainment, too! Funny photos of guys from shows wearing dresses for club initiation, or a grown man who decided to sleep in a princess tent at the river, always make me crack a smile and chuckle. So, when it comes to photographic antics and humorous reporting don’t expect us to slow down one bit. In addition to attempting to make your sides split in between viewing low rolling art and spark-tossing tech stories, this also provides a little occupational therapy for us. Anytime we can turn just another story into a piece you continually revisit because it informed and entertained, then we have done our job.
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Back in the old days when ambitious young hot rodders began playing with their coupes, roadsters and sedans there was usually a hangout spot where a group of buddies would corral on a Friday or Saturday night to turn wrenches and squeeze a bit more speed and style out of their cars. They didn’t have any fancy shop full of tools, just a two-car garage and a stretch of driveway to work in while knuckle busting their way to a dream. Today (aside from technology and a few more tools) times are really no different.
If you are like me the only room in the house your wife will let you touch is the garage. I spend most of my time at home out there anyway so being a full throttle gear head when we moved into the house 3.5 years ago I began putting stuff up on the walls of the garage. Tin speed shop signs, pictures of trucks I have owned and built, drag racing swag etc. Well after all this time of putting stuff up I am almost out of space. A good friend of mine has commented that my garage is starting to look like a TGI Friday’s restaurant and that the garage definitely has an excess of FLAIR.
I don’t plan on stopping but the space is getting tight. Should I start tackling the drywall ceiling? Tack more stuff onto the wood beams above? Undoubtedly there will be more photos and art to come. The only other thing to do is move and get a bigger garage. If the wife has anything to say about it that bigger garage better come with a bigger house too.
When you are a kid pushing the limits of your parents boundaries is only natural. When you are a gearhead kid it’s worse as tickets and frequent rear tire purchases come with the territory. When I was a youngster terrorizing the streets of Southern California in my black Chevy shortbed I recall it was very difficult to break what my parents thought was a fair curfew. Why? Ihad dual two chamber Flowmaster mufflers echoing the power from my trucks mild 350 and Mom and Dad had pretty much memorized the sound my truck emitted from idle to wide open throttle. If I came home late there was no sneaking in undetected.
When my daughter starts driving maybe I should install some Flowmasters on whatever I build her?
If you have been building custom trucks for any length of time chances are you have had a “Worst Breakdown”. Mine was in about 2002 on the way back from a truck show on the Colorado River. I blew a water pump on my 1990 GMC and was stranded off the I-40 in the middle of knowhere. Thankfully my buddy Chris from PowerSource rolled by with a 3 car hauler and said if you drive this Civic on hydros home I will haul your truck home. Jeremy Cook and I jumped in the Civic and attempted to work the unmarked switch box for the hydraulics all the way home. We laid the car out a few times at 70 miles per hour. Don’t care to relive it but never will forget it.
It was about 1993 and a few high school buddies and I drove to Terminal Island Dragstrip when it was still going strong. I had an ’83 GMC shortbed and my friend Jeff had a ’68 Camaro. We pulled into the burnout box and proceeded to burn the rear tires for about a minute and a half so much that the announcer told us to stop. Our rides were not the fastest at the strip but I’ll never forget that burnout-it was pure insanity.
Tell us your best burnout story!!!
Making More Noise Than A Groupie At A KISS Concert
Building a custom truck is no easy task, especially when you are doing it on a tight deadline. Long before the doors to the Las Vegas Convention Center open in early November for the annual SEMA show, enthusiasts stay busy chiseling away on that unique custom truck project to debut at the show. No matter how much you plan ahead and how far you work in advance, it always seems to come down to those last few days, and sometimes last few hours, of grueling detail to finish before you can load the trailer and head for the desert—usually without any sleep. The experience of prepping for SEMA seems to build a whole new set of late night thrash memories every year, but it’s all worth it when you roll a vehicle that you and your buddies created onto the convention center grounds and stand back to watch people admire it.
This month’s edition of Pickup Lines goes out to the guy who lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps custom trucks and every time he heads to the garage to work on his ride has to deal with the tight confines of a one-car unit in an apartment complex.