Event posters are where art and automobiles have come together for decades, so when I began discussing potential collaboration projects with Formula Drift, my mind instantly jumped to the prints that so often proceeded races. Despite the style that runs rampant through the drifting culture, it’s rare to find art that echoes the dynamic atmosphere of the events.
It’s shocking when I realize that StanceWorks has been around for a full quarter of my life. Six years ago, this all began with a group of friends and like-minded car enthusiasts, all looking for a place to collectively share their thoughts, efforts, passions, and stories. It wasn’t long before success was found; other members of the car community sought similar values, and StanceWorks continued to grow, but it did so unlike anywhere else.
The temperatures have risen, the salt is finally washing off of the roads, and people are dusting off theirs to stretch their legs for the first time since fall. Spring may finally be here, and we’ve been using the longer hours to clean up around the StanceWorks shop. It has come time to clear some room for our new line of Lowly Gentlemen Spring 2015 Gear. That means that it’s time to host our annual Spring Clearance Sale.
After 4 years living abroad in Europe, it’s safe to say I have seen my fair share of epic motor racing events. From the beautiful French town of Le Mans, the tree lined valleys of Spa, the grey, weathered grandstands of Hockenheim, to the deepest parts of the green hell they call Nürburgring. I have sampled some of the best classic and modern motor sports events Europe has to offer.
Over the past months, my thirst for a truck has been impossible to satisfy. I had been eyeing Monteros for the most part, with searches for Isuzu Troopers and the occasional Jeep Cherokee taking up extra tabs in my web browser. A Land Cruiser, and more specifically, an F60/62, was more of a pipe dream, typically demanding prices far beyond what I wanted to spend. However, an early-morning search presented one hell of a truck: an ’88 FJ62 that was everything I could dream of.