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@yuliaxgon: Los Angeles car culture goes back more than a century. By the 1920s, LA County was producing around a quarter of the world’s petroleum, and by 1925 there was roughly one car for every three residents in Los Angeles, twice the national average. Then came the Arroyo Seco Parkway, hot rods racing across Southern California dry lakes, lowriders with hydraulic suspension, cruising, and generations of people customizing their cars. By the 1980s and 1990s, Mexican American and Asian American drivers were helping build Southern California’s Japanese import scene, which eventually inspired the world of The Fast and the Furious. The movie came out in 2001, but LA had already spent decades building the racing, customization, cruising, and car-club culture that made the story possible. #losangeles #la #california #carsoftiktok

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donarryh
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Actually Houston is deemed the racing capital of the United States, not Los Angeles. Look it up.
2026-10-09 06:38:28
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Hey I saw that you worked in the music industry, could I get your advice on my brand and marketing?
2026-10-05 22:57:38
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nivko22
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LA wasn’t built around the car. It was built around river/water corridors that later became transportation corridors have always existed throughout LA’s history from the very beginning starting off as a wagon trails, moving onto the railroads, then onto the street cars, and then onto the automobile which resulted in beautiful paved roads, and then eventually the creation of a parks plan which then led to a freeway master plan which then led to the car culture Los Angeles has today.
2026-10-03 01:40:03
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carlitela
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LA was built around transit & people before being destroyed by cars. thankfully car culture is finally starting to die,, our city deserves better!
2026-10-03 07:43:01
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neildurbin
neildurbin :
LA destroyed itself by ripping up its street car tracks and bulldozing poor neighborhoods of color to put in toxin spewing highways. LA would be in the running for greatest city on earth if it hadn't done that.
2026-10-03 01:15:29
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