INVESTIGATIVE REPORTS

FLOSS.

Throughout the early 1980's, Styling Garage was one of the world's most renowned auto tuning and customizing shops. Based in Germany, and catering to the biggest Hollywood actors, Arabian sultans, sheiks, and wealthy upper-echelon auto enthusiasts all over the place, they basically specialized in taking the most luxury of luxury whips and tweaking them in every corner and crevice to create what most people only fantasized about driving.

The 80's were the epitome of having a luxury vehicle. Just imagine... everything from gullwing doors, color TVs with VCRs, one of those brick-sized cellular phones, shit even a refrigerator... all covered in cherry red leather and wood grain... MMMMMM.

Just close your eyes and smell the money.















For some reason, even when I see a car like this driving around nowadays, all I can think is drug money. There was a time period when I was in 4th grade that I lived at my Grandma's house in Santa Ana, and I remember my 30+ year old uncle Robbie lived there with his son, who to me was my younger cousin known simply as "Lil' Robbie". My grandma was always tired of him bringing his homies to the house, drinking 40's and smoking blunts in the backyard while they barbequed listening to NWA, Dr. Dre, Egyptian Lover, Jimi Hendrix... basically everything my Grandma didn't want me to listen to, all on his 4-foot-tall speaker system he "got from a friend".

I don't know exactly what he did for a living, but I do know he had the illest BMW 3-Series on the block with metallic paint and chrome everywhere, and Lil' Robbie always went back to school with a fresh pair of kicks and clean gear to match.

ALL he ever did was work on his and his homies' cars in the driveway. That was all they cared about. Getting whatever late model BMW/Benz/Lexus/Infiniti, stripping the paint, ripping the guts out, and making it the sickest car on the block.

I remember getting home from school one day, and Robbie pulls up in the most ridiculous, beat up Mercedes, covered in primer spots and dirt. I even think the windshield may have been cracked. After inquiring about where he got it exactly and how much it cost him, the only response I recieved was him showing me this photo of Egyptian Lover and saying, "See that car outside? It's going to look exactly like this in 3 weeks."





I haven't seen or heard from Uncle Robbie or Lil' Robbie in years, but wherever you are, keep doing your thang, Uncle Robbie...

Keep doing your thang.