Words : Brian “Big Red” Bronsfeld of the
legendary Los Angeles Wanderers
Photography : Jaymz E. Capone

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Man, I’ve been telling this story for years but it never ceases to amaze me. One hot summer afternoon, me and my car club the Wanderers were on a long distance commute from a Las Vegas Car show getting our money on as we usually do (we rarely go to any show without cruising away with some sort of winning prize) back to Los Angeles. Everyone from our club has a standout lowrider. Maybe it’s just our intense sense of pride in what we do or maybe it’s just we’re all just a bunch of way to stylish and fly motherfuckers whose fate it was to end up in the greatest car club to ever grace god’s green earth.

But back to the story, we were on our way back on this long drive and one of our older guys “Eddie” decides it’s time to show of for our highway neighbors and starts highsiding. So what does he do. He hits the switch and pancakes his classic Seventy-three Cadillac and is riding so low that it looks as if the car is literally sliding down the highway. Of course, this results in the majority of us following in his lead. We get several honks and screams from the passers by. Some calloused looks from some elderly couples vacationing, some lusty looks from some flirty vacationing college girls.

We all had calmed down but Ed, he kept it low. In the middle of his antics we notice we’ve attracted some unwanted attention. The trusty Las Vegas highway motorcycle patrolman on the other side of the oncoming highway making his way across the center divider. This was real bad news because most of us were on our last leg with law and didnt need any problems. Eddie was quick on his toes though, he checked out what was about to happen and as the officer crossed, the closer he got, the higher he raised his car back up. It was amazing the skill in which he did this. Even from where we were (which was about a car length behind him) it looked as if he never even had his car that low.
His act of hydraulic skills seemed to have worked on the officer as well. Hitting his siren, he sped passed us and pulled us all over to the side of the road. Being that we could hear what he was saying, he sounded like he was just as confused as we were impressed. “I could have sworn from over there that this car was too low” the officer said scratching his head in amazement. He pulls off. Low and behold right after the cop lets us all off with a warning to “stay out of trouble”, what does Eddie do; he hits the switch and smacks the car back down to the same dangerously low level as before. And why, out of nowhere, does not only the same action bring back the same cop; but Ed sees him coming and raises his car back up just as before.

Feeling quite embarrassed for pulling us all over for a second time, he justifies himself by following us damn near the entire rest of the two hours left we had to LA. We all laughed and gave our brother his props when we all got back, but man, the things we do to avoid a hydraulic ticket truly amaze me at times. It just goes to show you. If your gonna be a lowrider, if your gonna be from a car club you gotta be down till the end. Ride or Die, till the wheels far off as they say. Just like Eddie, myself or anyone else from our club, we wont stop until you lock us up or we are ridin’ in the sky. And no pencil neck cop was gonna try and trap us up without running into a couple of tricks we had up our sleeves. But yeah man, that story always stood out as one of the craziest things I‘ve seen. And I’ve been from over here almost thirty years.
I’ll be telling my kids for years to come about Eddie and that fucking cop ...

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