Sasquatch Customs
Nobody knows where he came from. Nobody knows where he goes. Nobody has ever gotten close enough to ask and come back with a reliable answer. What they do know — what the blurry photographs suggest, what the footprints in the parking lots of lowrider shows and car shows and campgrounds confirm, what the witnesses all agree on in their separate and independent accounts — is that Sasquatch has taste. Exceptional, undeniable, completely inexplicable taste in automobiles, builds, and the particular aesthetic choices that separate a great machine from everything else on four wheels.
And apparently he builds.
The Sasquatch Customs collection is a series of graphic tees that puts the Pacific Northwest's most legendary and most elusive cryptid in the middle of the automotive culture he was always meant to inhabit. Not as a mascot. Not as a cartoon. As a builder. As a person — or whatever Sasquatch technically is — of genuine automotive vision and genuine craft commitment who looks at a 1957 Bel Air and sees a lowrider, looks at a slammed Winnebago in a pine forest and sees a lifestyle choice, looks at a marina blue 1967 Nova SS and sees the baddest pro-touring build in the city, and executes every single one of those visions with the kind of quiet, crossed-arms confidence that only comes from knowing exactly what you have and exactly what it cost to get there.
Three collections. One cryptid. Unlimited conviction.
The Lowrider Series
Sasquatch discovered lowrider culture somewhere between the Pacific Northwest tree line and the parking lot of a car show that nobody could quite remember inviting him to — and he has never looked back. The Sasquatch Customs Lowrider Series puts Bigfoot at the switches of some of the most iconic and most unexpected lowrider builds ever conceived — a 1987 Monte Carlo with hydraulics and gold Dayton wire spoke wheels, a slammed 1987 Chevy Astro Van with candy paint, a black 1957 Chevy Bel Air convertible sitting on gold Daytons with the top down, a 1989 Toyota WE-HAUL box truck lowrider that has never once been used for moving anything that was not a goalpost, and a Chevy S10 bed dancer on hydraulics that performs for crowds who did not know they needed to see this until they saw it.
Nobody questions Sasquatch at the switches. You just step back and appreciate the build.
The Camping Series
Sasquatch has been camping in the Pacific Northwest since long before camping was a lifestyle category with its own gear industry and its own Instagram aesthetic and its own carefully curated relationship with the outdoors. He knows where the good dirt is. He knows which forest service road goes somewhere worth going and which one dead ends in a clearing that the pine trees have been keeping to themselves since before any map was made. He arrives in a lifted Chevy K5 Blazer or a 1989 Toyota mini truck with a camper shell or — in the most unexpected and most perfectly correct build decision in the history of recreational vehicle culture — a vintage Winnebago slammed to the ground on a set of wheels that nobody at Winnebago Industries ever specified. He sets out the vintage lawn chair. He settles in. The pine trees know him here.
The Muscle Car Collection
Sasquatch does not get impressed easily. He has been around long enough and seen enough builds come and go to have developed strong and completely non-negotiable opinions about what constitutes a great automobile and what constitutes a great build and what constitutes the specific combination of the two that makes a person lean back against the rear quarter panel with their arms crossed and say nothing because nothing needs to be said. The Sasquatch Customs Muscle Car Collection features Bigfoot in exactly that posture — arms crossed, leaning on the car, the verdict already rendered — next to a 1970 Mustang Mach 1 pro-touring on billet wheels, a green 1970 Chevelle SS with black SS stripes, a black 1970 Chevy Nova pro-touring on Forgeline billets in front of a city skyline, a purple 1969 Camaro pro-touring on Forgeline billets in front of a city skyline, and the marina blue 1967 Chevy Nova SS that started it all.
The crossed arms are the only review that matters. And Sasquatch has never crossed his arms over anything that did not deserve it.
Why Sasquatch Customs
Because the automotive world is serious enough. Because the builds are serious and the craftsmanship is serious and the culture is serious and the history is serious and all of that seriousness is completely warranted and completely respected by everyone at Rod Shop Collective — and sometimes the most authentic way to celebrate something you love deeply is to put an eight foot cryptid with impeccable taste in automobiles right in the middle of it and see what happens.
What happens is this collection. And this collection is exactly right.
Sasquatch approves. He rarely approves of anything. Take that seriously.
Part of the Rod Shop Collective catalog. Louisville, Kentucky. Not for Everyone. Made for You.
