All it takes is one piece of advice from any random person on the planet and our lives can forever be changed. It's a weird thing how even the simplest of words can have such an influence in one's life. No one ever accused me of being smart, but that's never stopped me from handing out some advice. So with that being said, I'm gonna reach deep inside my repertoire and hand out what could be the best, or absolutely the dumbest, advice I can dish out.
At a dueling piano bar (you know, the ones where two people sit at pianos and sing songs and make jokes and so on and so forth) there is one rule you must follow. For those of you who have been to one of these establishments, you'll notice they want $20 to request a song, and if you want to hear that song, go for it. But never, I repeat, never let them pillage your pockets and request "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey or "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John! It is inevitable that not one but both songs will cue up somewhere in the night. And at that moment, right there in front of your very own eyes, the whole damn bar will turn into a Ronald McDonald singalong video or that episode of the Family Guy where Peter starts a cover band and sings Journey. For those of you who doubt me, go check it out for yourselves and let me know how it turned out. If you're not sure of any in your area and you happen to be out in Vegas, stop by the piano bars at either New York, New York or Harrah's. Now that I've served up my best advice, let's move onto my worst, which oddly enough is actually my best. Go figure!
In America we tend to get caught up in a whirlwind of what's popular and trendy. Only problem is, sometimes we throw our own uniqueness and creativity out the window because we get so wrapped up in all of it. If it's clothes or whatever the newest music craze is, that's one thing, and both of those items are cheap and can easily be replaced, but building your custom hauler is something a little different.
If there's one thing to be said about our hobby, it's that it's a lifestyle, it's not polished aluminum or chromed parts or even candy colors. It's about building something you're proud to be seen with. It's about picking up a case of beer and hangin' out in the garage with a bunch of friends while everyone works on the truck, even if all that gets accomplished is a hangover the next morning. It's about heading out to shows to sit around and talk with people you've never met before and trade fish stories. But in the end, it's really only about one thing, what makes you happy. There's one thing we all have to remember: We're building our trucks for ourselves, not anybody else. Not another soul out there has to dig your truck as long as you can step back and say, "Now that's rad!" Don't get caught up with what the current trend is just because it's the in thing to build. And don't go out and buy a bunch of parts to throw on your truck when you really only want them because that's what a judge at a car show is looking for. If you want to build a '72 Dodge with '60s beach buggy floral prints on the body, shag carpet, and those little chi-chi balls hanging from the headliner, so be it. Take this month's cover, Jose Lopez's truck, for example. How many '66 Chevys have you seen out there with 22-inch IROC wheels? Exactly. Jose built the truck to his liking, and guess what, it worked! The best thing about this hobby is it's always growing and anyone at any time can build something that's way off in left field that will still be accepted. Now, of course, everyone may not like it, but it's like I said, if you like it, so be it.
Always being one to practice...
Always being one to practice what I preach, here's my daily driven '95. I get a lot of compliments on the truck, but at the same time I get my fair share of haters as well. I had the truck repainted Black and Tangelo Orange with a lime green pinstripe to break it off and the wheels powdercoated semi-gloss black. And if I had it my way, which means money to burn, the interior would be 100 percent black with a Zebra headliner. What can I say, I've always had a thing for Zebras since I was 4.