This is classic Californication in Austin. Low riders and rap isn’t my thing but these guys are car guys! Go out and have a beer and talk cars! They will be great friends.
In 2015, Jumpolin, a beloved piñata store that had become a colorful symbol of the neighborhood’s Latino heritage, was bulldozed without warning. In its place, a cafe catering to cat owners was erected (and has since closed).
Watching from her upper-floor apartment, one of The Weaver’s most vocal critics of the car clubs, the blond woman who worried about emergency responders being able to reach her, decided she’d had enough. She bounded downstairs and into the street in high heels, holding her iPhone to film the offending vehicles and threatening to call the police on another group of men standing beside an old-school Ford sedan who looked unamused. “You can’t tell me drugs aren’t being distributed over there,” she huffed. “The brazenness of it all just kills me!”
This is classic Californication in Austin. Low riders and rap isn’t my thing but these guys are car guys! Go out and have a beer and talk cars! They will be great friends.
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