I've loved Colfax for a long time; it's always been a central compass through my life, a main thoroughfare, and also a cobbled-together melting pot of street culture. So I like to keep an eye out for particular examples of Colfax style.
This week, the hubby spotted the fellow on a scooter with full Harley leathers. We spotted a gentleman in his late 50's in the top-down bright blue convertible shouting "Jesus F-ing **#!% %)#&) %)(#%)#(%#)) )((#*#*#%&%" as he took a turn, the gentleman serenading the world with his version of "under my umbrella" (nicely on-key if a little loud) from the bus stop, and the unholy union of a hippie and Dean Martin striding along in tight bell-bottoms, a fitted bright blue lounge jacket with the sleeves pushed up, ponytail, mutton chops, beaded necklaces and a houndstooth-checked Trilby. Since he's a hybrid we've decided he's a "hypie" because it sounds better than "hipbrid."
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