steveb leatherworks: the blather

I’ve never really been much of a car chat guy. I could never really talk the  “dropped a-frame 357 hemi, with the  44 magnum, topped off a dually quadratic SU hydra dive slap stick gear box…, but only in 1967”    kind of gear head jive talk. That stuff almost smells like Sports talk to me, another lingo laden sub-language I’ve got no interest in learning. I just nod my head like a bobble-doll and hope there is a beer in my hand when that shit starts. 

But that’s not to say I don’t like cars. I do. I like to drive cars that have spunk to ’em – but at the end of the day – a car is an appliance, more than anything else. Bikes is what I love .  Coming from the “1967 Impala 2-door, Cragar Trash cans on the back with Gabriel air shocks” era. I always have favored cars  that are kind of boxy, set up with big meats, and clean sexy, simple lines. The box GTO is another classic in my mind, as was the Z28 Camaro. Those are my early influences.   Pathetically, I drive an import, a small turbo powered over-square motor, torquey as hell car – that is super tight and is a hoot. I’d like  a GT500, if I had some money and an extra (ha) garage to park it in. or maybe an early 60’s box Nova with a big V8 stuffed in it.

But I digress. Freddy and I were lamenting the state of the economy over a pizza at Pepe’s today. Me, having a medium size cheese with 1/2 sausage – and he having a small white clam. I also ordered a plain cheese small to go, for the Boss at home. So we scarfed our pies, boxed up our Bones  and headed out the door and saw this beauty sitting in the middle of the parking lot. Slabs of carbon fiber, gorgeous interior leather, a color matched roll cage, magnesium wheels with super sticky tires, hot-shit brakes and rotors..all done in perfect top shelf style.

I totally dig when cars like this appear in a restaurant parking lot in the sandy, crappy dirty road winter. This tough guy is beautifully detailed and friends, it gets used..making it even more valuable and  attractive in my book.

please forgive the crappy pics, i didnt have my real camera