We look up to guys like you, the guys that paved the way. You were wrenching on trucks before I could even drive. You were featured before I had a truck. You helped bring the community together by helping bring one of the best clubs in the world together. More importantly you were the kind of guy that made us laugh, you were the kind of guy that made us feel welcomed everywhere you were. I always looked up to you.
I'll never forget the night you came to my house to get a bench seat out of a piece of crap 66 ford at my house. Infested with spiders, but you didn't give a crap, you were a car guy. The day we shot my 50 Chevy in San Diego is one of the funnest days I can remember. You were a hell of a tour guide.
You told me that night I could keep anything I wanted at your house and I knew you meant it. You weren't just trying to be nice, you were being a good friend.
When I got my lucha libre Jesus Tattoo the first person I text with the finished photo was you and I told you it was for you. I knew you'd dig it and you did.
You taught me about low light photos and when to use a filter, but more important; you thought me that friends are more than back windows. RIP in peace Tito. We will miss you.
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