It turns out the Lowrider knows no bounds. While the sight of this is common enough in Colorado, I never expected to see a shiny white truck, decorated with Mexican flags, glide by, just inches above the ground, in Miyakonojo. They don’t even have Mexican food here, and if you tried to order a margarita, the bartender would look at you like you had three heads.
Not to mention, it was captained by two Japanese dudes. Pioneers of this Mexican-American phenomenon, I guess, who might as well have been cruising the streets of L.A. or San Diego.
Thankfully, they were oblivious to the gaijin girl (me) chasing them down the street to get a picture. Not that they would have done anything about it anyway – the might drive the car, but the attitude is far behind.
