Norman Mailer once said that Los Angeles is "all open, promiscuous, borrowed, half-bought, a city without iron, eschewing wood, a kingdom of stucco." Yeah, we didn't understand him either, but it's one of the most literate tongue-lashings L.A. has ever received. And we don't like getting tongue-lashings, unless it's from women in our exclusive Women We'd Like to Pork list, which includes Sasha Singleton, the Brazilian soccer team, and that blonde from 8 Simple Rules. Perhaps Norman was right in whatever he said. L.A. is full of fakes only Holden Caulfield would appreciate, and we are known for being quite immoral (e.g., hourly police chases, the L.A. and Watts riots, and Nads' overexposure of his luscious beefy bosoms). But that's what makes us L.A., and we wouldn't trade it for the world.
Just check out the Hot Import Nights (HIN) L.A. visit, filled with the raunchiest women the man upstairs is ashamed to have made, the toughest cars the tuning world has to offer, and the liveliest car fanatics in the nation, including Puerto Rico and some parts of Guam. Scheduled the night before the D1 Grand Prix, HIN L.A. garnered the most spectators for 2003, filling up the convention center to the brim and causing HIN officials to kick Jonny out because his head was too damned big. Don't believe us? Just study the accompanying pictures. See how blurry they are? That's because that building was so packed, everyone was either bumping us from our photography spots, tripping over our tripods, or walking in front of the cameras with no regard whatsoever. But what do we care? We live in L.A., so as a reply to Norman Mailer, you're absolutely right-and we love it.