Francisco Javier Gomez, aka "Mexico," was born in a small town on the outskirts of Mexico City. When he was just months old, his family moved to another town named Puebla to start their own auto body shop business. With the business in full swing, Javier spent a lot of time at the shop with his family, so much so that his parents decided to teach him to do the work they were doing. At a very young age, he started to work on the customer's cars in the shop under his parents' careful direction. Javier remembers that he was already working on the cars in the shop as young as five years old! After being in business in Puebla for nine years, Javier and his family relocated to Lynwood, California when Javier was 10 years old to seek a better life.

Javier's parents found work in the auto body industry right away after arriving from Mexico. While his parents worked, Javier attended school, but had already discovered an interest outside of the classroom. As soon as school let out, young Javier would rush straight to the shop his parents were working at to assist them and gain valuable experience at the same time. Javier learned all the body basics like body work, welding, and shaping metal with a dolly and hammer from his father. His mother taught him everything about the painting process. Javier's mother taught him how to prep and spray the different types of basecoats and clear. Yes, you read that last sentence correctly; Javier's mother taught him how to paint!

When Javier was 11 years old, he met a kid in school who owned a Lowrider bicycle. Since he knew auto body and paint techniques from his parents, he offered to customize and paint the kid's bicycle. Later, Javier bought his own frame and did all the metal fabrication and painted the bicycle four times, using a different color each time. At the time he had never seen a lowrider, so the lowrider bicycle was not only new, but it was also exciting to Javier.

In 1989, he was at South Gate Park with his father and right at sundown , Javier and his father looked towards the other end of the park because there was a huge commotion. Javier and his father walked over to the parking lot to see what all the fuss was about. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was like something from another planet. Nothing like this existed or had ever been thought of back in Mexico. He had been around cars all his life, but had never seen anything like what he witnessed that fateful day. He saw cars so low that their rocker panels rested on the pavement, chrome that glared so brightly, it blinded the eyes, and paint so vivid it seemed to dance in the sunlight. When he asked what the cars were called, someone told him those were "lowriders", and that they had come to the park for the annual Azalea Show. The owners of the cars were enjoying all of the attention they were getting , and were full of pride. Javier knew at that moment that he wanted to own a Lowrider someday.