Uneventful evenings at the StanceWorks shop have spawned a number of games. “Coaster Golf,” like frisbee golf, only with card-stock coasters snagged from tables at restaurants, offers a downsized form of competition on boring days. Flinging used latex gloves across the shop and into the trash can is a daily occurrence, and when successful, warrants cheers every time. There’s even a ping pong table, for when we’re feeling a bit more organized.
Perhaps synonymous with the Mclaren namesake itself is their iconic, burning and glowing Papaya Orange colorway. As one of the first cars uncovered on the fairways at Amelia Island, this particular 1969 Mclaren M6B/GT lit up the field. Despite having its cover pulled back, a blanket of dew and moisture still clung to the to the bodywork and lexan windows. Still, its lines danced and its color popped, lighting the way as the surrounding cars slowly but surely came out to play.
From September 14th to September 18th, the Lowly Gentlemen will be hosting their Summer Sale. With prices on all StanceWorks shirts and Lowly Gentlemen Art Prints discounted for the week, it’s the ideal time to snag a few of the StanceWorks goods that you’ve been eyeing. These items are all limited edition and we are clearing room on our shelves for the fall line, so grab them before they’re all gone.
“Californian” is as much an adjective as it is a noun – a description that embodies the essentials: palm trees, ocean waves, and sunny skies. In the details, you’ll find surf boards, vans shoes, good food, and on occasion, a classic aircooled Volkswagen Beetle. Through his 1967 bug, and with a heart to match, Dylan Rodriguez has built a car that is nothing short of quintessentially “Californian.
When it comes to builds, the best of cars tend to run in the best of circles. It came as no surprise that when friend and fabricator Art Bandarian sent me a few photos from his workplace at Rod Emory’s famed Porsche shop, the featured car stopped me in my tracks. Rod keeps good company, but it was somewhat of a surprise that the car Art had sent me didn’t feature the traditional rear-engined flat-motor setup I had come to expect from the friends Rod usually keeps around.