Category Archives: kustoms

polka dot crinolines tight skirts smokin’ leather jackets and lettermans t-shirts jokin’ paradin’ drive-ins is pick-up pimpin’ down in whitewall town the ducktails turn goofy hey, wanna get in? baby, come for a ride snuggle up, sweety close to my side … Continue reading →

Frank N. Stein pats down his flat top with pomade takes the battery cables off his neck bolts and licks his green lips he feels blown like his shoebox Ford— Mr. Tiki smiles all wooden he’s bustin’ out of his … Continue reading →

we met at a roadside rodeo he was the runt with a trick and we crossed the rangelands together—   my maverick was a one kick pony shimmering in an aqua-marine skin my maverick had no guts, or glory his white pin-stripes galloped … Continue reading →

chrome nuts shiny nuts five times four on steelies black or red spider caps maybe silver bullets on my nut wagon baby rings around the edge with whitewalls wide and a low-low, roll ride maybe   check out my chrome nuts my twenty … Continue reading →

kustom sugar is Lulu Belle Lulu Belle is sweet chopped her top and low as hell sweetest girl you’ll ever meet frenched those headlights, smoothed the nose but girl still has some chrome spider caps on her painted toes and she always takes me … Continue reading →

a Poncho Indian head lights up orange centering five silver streaks the waterfall of a Buick ’50 grill pours over the bumper like buck teeth bullseyes and gunsights afterburner tail lights a leaping ram, the saber jet greyhounds running with the swan set—   and a bullet nose V-8 protrudes … Continue reading →

the Angels are in Three Hills steel horses, Harleys, hogs they’re makin’ lots of noises like a bunch of howlin’ dogs   their plates all say, ONTARIO and they got a white support van but he can’t go as fast … Continue reading →

this Poncho Catalina ’59 is a big ol’ Super Duty with star-tipped fins, oh so fine she’s a fifties steel beauty   split grille with quads are lookin’ sweet call it dart or arrowhead no silver streaks on this clean chief it’s wide-track low instead … Continue reading →

Natalie’s got some new 17’s and the Mini’s a racer takin’ corners obscene   she got— gun metal spokes shinin’ mother on four fat Falken’s racin’ rubber with seven inches soft wide tread this danger baby’s revvin’ red   she is— wild and wet in … Continue reading →