Patrick Cadam, AKA Patrizio (at least once)
Pat first opened for business in 407 BC when vehicles were propelled
by packs of small groundhogs. After hours you can find him silhouetted
by the brilliant evening skies at the West Sunset Soccer Pitch as
he tames adolescent male hormones with kick therapy. “Stupid
White Men” by Michael Moore is his latest recommended reading,
Diana Krall Live in Paris his latest CD purchase, and www.liverpoolfc.tv
his favorite web site.
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Karin Roper
Way before Kill Bill, but after she learned to drive
go-carts, Karin was humming to Nancy Sinatra's Bang
Bang. (Please don't mention Cher.) This clearly led
to her interest in taxidermy.
In an attempt to expand her collection of stiff critters,
she's signed up a few of her relatives and one Pat's Garage
customer. Who says dead has to be dead and gone?
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Augie Barone
When Pat opened Pat’s Garage, Augie was already inside
converting the passenger side of a 1969 Ferrari 365 GTC
into a post-modern, boho coffee house for Ry Cooder and
Rumi poetry aficionados. A small TV fit perfectly in the
glove box so now he can watch the Speed Channel while he
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Fred Ortanez
Fred is all about the car, or the motorcycle, especially classics,
or Halo 3 which is pretty damn cool, but mostly he's about the
car, and cycling because without a bike really who are you? His
GT Vertigo dirt bike converted for stunt pretty easily, but really
he's all about the car, especially cars that convert into bikes.
That's what he's expecting to learn in his automotive classes
at Skyline. Music? He's happy with Michael Jackson, the old stuff.
It's best with a car.
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Richard Arangcon Young
We call him Richie or Rich, but his mom calls him Toyy-toyy.
(That’s Mom’s turf.) Hold this vision in your
mind: man of adventure, hands on hips, legs firmly planted
on the crest of Bernal Heights, his 427 Cobra Shelby blasting
dark, romantic riffs of Linken Park. Paintball skirmishes
aside, San Francisco is safe for another day. See www.sacpaintball.com
for more information.
John Peters
JP can fix cars. He can do it while he thinks of other things,
like that Beth Orton CD he just got, or the brutal irony
and themes of decay that G. G. Marquez seems to return to
time and again. He’s been doing it at Pat’s since…
the late 30’s when he was found coaching movie stars
about which cars would look best under their butts. Those
recommendations promise someday to appear at www.salon.com.
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