QUICK! who is this???

QUICK, WHO IS THIS???

Don't bother trying to look at the picture closely so you can read their name tags, we made sure to remove that information.....

Any kustom car guy, or self proclaimed bad ass car builder should know, if for no other reason than just basic respect, who these men are - pictured here.

We certainly don't expect you old STOOL rod refuges to be able to figure this out, and if you have ever even looked at the HAMB, let alone posted on it, your to fucking stupid to breath. We wouldn't expect you to know anything of historical value.

OK, SO

Give up all you bad ass wanna be jag offs?

Fine, we'll tell you.....this is a picture of the Alexander Brothers. Now, if you don't know who they are, stop reading this blog immediately, go outside, stand in the fast lane of the nearest freeway, and let some reject of a human being soccer mom who cant wait to get home to get fucked badly from her looser 9 to 5 husband in an attempt to get pregnant and have yet another mouth breather of a child to unleash on a society that neither cares, wants nor needs another psychotic shaved ape running around on this planet. Hopefully, you and the breeder will end up assuming room temperature in short order.

For the rest of you, congratulations, you may continue to exist another day, and moreover, take a bit of pride in the knowledge that you at least have some sense of whats important.

Yes, you may indeed know these men, and certainly you should know their cars, but did you know this?

The "A-bros" have built not one or two, but THREE Don Riddler award winners in their lifetimes? (strange that there is no reality tv show that has ever pointed that out, and we're guessing that the people that had the cars built didn't spend a cool million, and have to work with some jackass like Chip Foose to get to win a trophy)

Larry and Mike were second and fourth of four brothers born during the Depression--1931 and 1933, respectively. Larry, the elder, began messing with cars well before he joined the Army in 1948. Once discharged, he studied body and fender work at a trade school under the GI Bill. Mike, the mechanic of the duo, always tinkered with cars. "When I was 15, I bought a beat-up hot rod--a '32 Ford three-window. I didn't keep it long," he says. He then got a '41 Ford coupe and promptly shaved the trim and handles and dolled up the mill. The Army conscripted Mike to serve in 1952. After his 1954 discharge, Larry convinced him to also study bodywork and paint theory under the GI Bill. The brothers soon began working in their father's one-car garage after hours, shaving trim, filling holes, and doing regular repairs. Larry's burgeoning family prompted him to buy a house, and the brothers quickly reestablished the shop in its two-car garage. At one point they realized the work coming in was enough to sustain a full-time endeavor, so in 1957 they quit their day jobs and concentrated on growing their business.

While the brothers gained exposure in East Coast publications like Rodding and Restyling and the original Custom Rodder, West Coast magazine ink eluded them. "Bob Larivee Sr. called and said he had some people he'd like us to meet," Mike says. "It was George Barris, and he had this electric air car for the Detroit Autorama and it was broken. We got George in the shop and he looked at the stuff we were doing--he was really impressed. He got us in with the West Coast magazines."

From there the brothers fame only grew and they went on to build such cars as the golden indian and the deora.

We love the styling ideas and ques that the collective work of these two brothers represent. When looking at our kulture, consider the fact that we honor builders like this, NOT guys like eddie whalten or blo puff. TRUE kustom car builders and kulture enthusiasts would do well do immerse themselves in the likes of this kind of work. Shun the stupidity that is so rampant in at least the magazine world these days. Do your own thing, but do it correctly. Simply taking a hammer to something because you lack any credible talent isn't the way to go. If your unable or just unwilling to properly educate yourself, please, by all means, go back to what ever it was you did before you ran into us, and ride or drive whatever piece of shit you have into a telephone pole.