Lincoln Heights X-mas Parade 2010
I was expecting that it might be an hour
late as in previous years, might as well go have a proper breakfast.
Here we see my breakfast/lunch/dinner known as the Gujarati Thali from Jay Barat in
Artesia. Plus I have to get my chest hair threaded anyways.
Oh, you don't think this is appropriate for LH Xmas Parade coverage? Well go find some other coverage if you can, cuz I got that lucrative market cornered! Good Luck chump!
Just for that I'm going to show you what
my friend had, a Masala Dhosa. Yeah it was good. Plus that's
traditional fare for a Xmas parade, don't you know?
Oh crud, it looks like everyone is headed
to LH! Even the freeway bike rider is going faster than us. Hmm, maybe
I'm going to be a lil' late.
And I sure was! I ran up to get a shot of
some local news tv people. I don't remember her name, I don't watch
much tv news. Cuz it sucks.
West Covina, one of the many suburbs that
Eastsiders head to when they think they've finally made it. Forgive
them lard for they know not what they do.
Damn, it seems I also missed the caravan
of Le Blanc girls. Not that I would actually look at them or anything.
A retirement home parades their customers
in an air-conditioned bus. You can't tell from this pic, but yes, they
I couldn't get very good shots because my
preferred standing spot was all blocked off, they cordoned off this
huge stage that nobody seemed to be using! Now that's stupid.
The beginning of the ELAC segment, from a
bad angle. Blasted, I'm gonna have to move.
Here we see the crowd all seriously
contemplating the parade. For the record, everyone stayed on the shady side of the street.
Downey Park kids hooting and hollering.
Q: What's an LH parade without Bobby
A: Not a parade.
LH Chamber of Commerce dude.
Synergy All Stars dancing in the streets.
Oh dear. OH DEAR! I use the term Raider
Nation in a derogatory way, to define Chicanos that are into crass
consumption of car culture and sports trinkets, with a penchant for
thug posturing bravado. AKA: meatheads. But look at these cute girls!
I'm going to try and be respectful.
I'm not sure why this team that left town
many years ago still has a grip on people. Maybe it's the color scheme?
The piratey icon? The idea of raiding? All I know is that nobody gives
a shit about the Rams.
Your typical Raider Nation equipped
vehicle. They are out on the road, most of them don't even belong to
this particular car club.
They are mostly working class people,
you'd think I'd be down with them. Maybe I should hang out with them
4 life! Is that a skull clown in the
That horn was recklessly loud. A baby
behind me started to cry. I hope her eardrums weren't damaged.
Yup, that's a big screen tv for the back
seat of the car. Plus those smaller ones closer to the gate. Ugg, this
I cannot condone.
If Ed Hardy painted trucks, this might be
Paletero at work checks out the Ann Street
School Drill Team.
The Power 106 jeep was getting no love.
But when they started giving out free crap the love started to flow.
Look at that precision!
Why is this guy so happy?
Ah! It looks like he found a car to take
to his Auto Wrecking! I don't think this car actually runs, but it does
get around. Last spotted at the festival at Sacred Heart.
Aztec Dancer heading back already. I guess
I did miss alot.
LH Tigers. Roar!
What's this, RHS? I don't remember them
ever being at the LH parade. I think I've heard about this school.
Home of the Mighty Riders. Training ground
for future Raiders. These pretty ladies seem determined to carve out
their own path.
Nice work there St. Vincent. Can't you get
some of your hipster customers to help out with some decorating ideas?
Your average Cotton Candyero.
And your run-of-the-mill hot dogero.
The raspado man was being kept busy on
such a hot winter day. Temps were around 85 degrees, not bad eh?
There's a few shops around LA where you
can get a raspado, although the one in Highland Park has recently
closed, which was inevitable since they were scooping out their crushed
raspado ice from some giant machine and it had a terrible texture and
the ice chunks were way too large. Let me show you the proper way of
making a raspado. Get your ice block. Get your raspado shaver. Shave
Place said shaved ice into a cup.
Pour some homemade syrup onto the ice.
None of those bullshit bulk Smart & Final syrups, those are
officially considered gross.
Look at this one, with chunks of actual
tamarindo pulp. A proper raspado! Only $1 for a refreshing sweet and
tart treat. These used to cost 50 cents not long ago, but you know, La Crisis.
Yet all these fools were clamoring for a
free sample of Sierra Mist "Natural", a soda product. Why was this in
the parade? It's just a marketing gimmick. Even though I like that they
are using sugar instead of High Fructose Corn Syrup you need to
remember what "natural flavor" actually means:
(3) The term natural flavor or natural flavoring means the essential oil, oleoresin, essence or extractive, protein hydrolysate, distillate, or any product of roasting, heating or enzymolysis, which contains the flavoring constituents derived from a spice, fruit or fruit juice, vegetable or vegetable juice, edible yeast, herb, bark, bud, root, leaf or similar plant material, meat, seafood, poultry, eggs, dairy products, or fermentation products thereof, whose significant function in food is flavoring rather than nutritional.
Yup, your natural flavors could be meat.
Yuck! I will trust a street vendor over a Corporation any day.
A girl races to bring flowers to some
beloved. I think that's Wilson HS in the background.
"Daddy, I want this fancy one! With the
copyrighted cartoon character!"
Are you sure you don't want that other cheaper treat, my little princess? They all taste the same.
Free coffee and cookies, courtesy of the
cellphone shop. Generous!
Lil' Horsies being tasked to entertain the
Oddly, the elotero wasn't having too much
business for his hot corn. Damn heatwave!
Raider Nation comes in different forms.
The Zacatecas truck. Not really what I
envision when I think of Zacatecas.
Christians at a Xmas parade. How quaint.
Let us take a moment to once again glance
at the oldest and least appetizing wedding cake window display in LH
and possibly anywhere. Shit is dusty. Looks old and teeth breaking.
Plus there's things toppled over on it. Consider an update, maybe some
real cakes? Maybe just leave it as a window.
Man in car.
Fashionable crowds always gather in LH.
Just ignore the people in their pajamas.
The normal people brigade: paletero,
musicos, janitor, mother, food delivery. Oh wait, they were just
crossing the street.
"Please don't slam on the brakes." I
can read thoughts.
Another pony customer, going at full clip
for a funner ride. For the lil' human at least.
A group of high spirited Mexican dancers
with special needs. Lots of cheers and applause went up for them.
Doing the Macarena!
Some sort of beauty queen type of deal? No
sign on the car though, that would have been helpful.
Although it didn't do much for Ricky Romero of some Toronto Blue Jays of Major
League Baseball. Nobody seemed to know who he was. Thus the crowd just
stared quietly at the nervous man on display.
Ladies hiding behind parasols in a car in
Even the drinking club that gathers at The
Office came out to brave the sunlight just to partake in the parade
I went by the bank parking lot to see if
they were still doing the after party thing, looks like they were. But
here we see concerned friends waiting to see what happens with one of
their own that I surmise had a bout of heat exhaustion. She was in the
police car with a full blast of air conditioning going, appearing to
recover okay. Nice outfits btw!
Hot dogera doing steady business.
Hanging out the window waiting for Santa.
A colorful new tool in the drug smugglers
arsenal: the narco-copter! Err, that's what I assumed. Notice the
accordian player in the cockpit.
Unfortunately, its just
some sort of military helicopter converted into a promotional tool for
music group. Can there be anything more sinister than advertising?
I declare no.
Finally, Santa coming to
end the festivities and deliver his goodies. Thus, the parade is over.
Busy Paletero! Everyone
wants what he's selling.
I missed this in the
parade, some transformer car. Nerds just don't know what to do with
their money, thus this.
Even with all the
competition they all made bank.
Hey, where's Santa going
with such determination? Must be a special present he needs to deliver.
Santa on his way to his
toy factory! Look at that kid all mesmerized at his presence.
Oh dear. All too human!
Santa waiting in line to use the porta-potty. Nevermind the cookies,
let Santa go first you naughty kids!
Meanwhile, some line
dancing broke out. Why do people have to ruin a good time with such
mindless mediocrity? For shame!
Over at the sled run, the
line was wrapped around the parking lot.
But it seemed to be worth
Some guy was extorting
lunch money from the passing kids. That's just not right.
Is that one of the Campos
brothers? Oh yes it is! Is that sort of thievery what you learned from
your time volunteering at Flor y Canto?
I hope it is!
Snake on a plain guy.
Terrified kids in his wake.
Meanwhile, Santa clears out of the porta potty. There's a yuletide log for whomever wishes to take it. Seasons Greetings!
A Santa helper going
crazy on the dance floor.
Raymundo shows off his
Another kid does his thing.
free pizza and soda leads to lots of wasted resources. Is that much
one-use cardboard really necessary to transport a bunch of pizzas? How
about a mobile pizza oven to keep them warm? Why not just clean and
sanitize a pickup truck, heat up the cargo bed with a flamethrower, and
put all the pizzas on that? Simple enough.
But the public doesn't seem to notice these things, and they like their pizza.
The pizza cleanup begins.
As the dirty money gets exchanged, the lil' horse tries to escape, to no avail. Master has a firm hold on the reins.
Fun times were had by mostly all.
Back at The Office, the drinking club has gone back into seclusion, with nary a trace that anything exists beyond these doors.
The other Campos bro, helping people out and not taking the kids lunch money! Jaja! ;)
The xmas tree at the mortuary. Full of non-melting snow, how apt!
While the traffic resumes on Broadway...
on Griffin, the stage with no purpose is still taking up space and
impeding traffic. I hope they didn't spend much on this lil' stage.
That concludes the coverage of the Lincoln Heights Christmas Parade of 2010.
PS. Where the hell is Norky!?!
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