There are two schools of thought when it comes to Lowriding; Bombs or Classics. If you’re new to our scene and don’t think there’s a difference, ask any aficionados of either side of that coin. Bomb enthusiasts are a different breed, preferring to eschew the late ‘50s, ‘60s, and ‘70s in favor of time machines that evoke the images of old Hollywood and Pachuco style. At the age of 18, Carlos Hidalgo began to feel that mentality, as he had a lot of older friends who owned Lowriders. A fan of the culture since he was a young boy, Carlos liked traditional Lowriders, but he clearly had Bombs in his blood. “You can have a Bomb at any age and it will still turn heads,” smiles Carlos, whose interest in bombs started well over thirty years ago.
While he had fixed himself up a fine Chevy Nomad, Carlos yearned for the classic styling of a Bomb and he began hunting them in car classifieds and swap meets. With some luck, he was able to obtain his first Bomb, a 1940 Chevy, by trading it straight across for his Nomad. “The older lady I got it from didn’t want to sell the Chevy but once she saw the Nomad, she traded it straight across,” recalls Carlos. “I know the Nomad was worth more at the time, but I didn’t care,” says Carlos, who was excited to have the last Chevy made with suicide doors and a running board. The major obstacle he faced in reaching his Boulevard dreams was that the ’40 Chevy was not in running condition. In fact, Carlos had to fix the car from the ground up, spending a bit more time and money than he initially thought he would in building the car, but once it was completed, he was one happy cruiser. All good things come to an end, however, and Carlos’ good thing needed to be sold a few years later so that he could have some money to get married.
Akin to Pringles, once you hear those loud pipes pop, you can’t stop, and Carlos again found himself longing for a classic Bomb. Our car habit can only be defined as an addiction, and Carlos was a full-blown junkie, unable to avoid the call of the car horn. He began buying and selling cars, looking for the perfect next project. “I tell my buddies that an old car is just like a woman, you got to have one. They’re beautiful when you dress them up, you have a lot of fun with them, but they make you spend a lot of money. The only advantage with a car is that they don’t talk back,” Carlos says with a chuckle. While he himself had become a one-woman man, he became monogamous in his car search too, falling in love with the 1942 Chevy.
The first’42 Chevy in Carlos’ stable was a car he purchased from his friend, Robert Perez. His love for the ’42 so tickled Robert’s father, that he nicknamed Carlos “Mister 42,” and with good reason. When he finally bought the ’42 being featured here, he had four other Bombs! Since this ’42 was a one-owner car and was more complete than the rest of them, Carlos sold the others in order to have the money to invest on this one. “I didn’t have the money to go thru all the Bombs so I sold the rest off,” he says with a smirk.