Pimp My Ride

Wyatt rolls in a 1988 Daihatsu Hi-Jet...Less than a minivan, this "micro-van" is held together with hope and duct tape. X swoops in to take the car for an unparalleled makeover at West Coast Customs.

Nile described the situation best when she said "I'm a hottie driving a hooptie." Investing only $700 into her 1978 Cadillac. X is definitely Nile's hero.

Logan's '86 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme is sporting a smashed headlight, no radio, a broken driver's side window, twin dents on both sides and enough remnants of fast food in the back to feed a small country. While currently in school aiming for a degree in Business, 20-year-old Logan needs a ride that means business.

Christine has a '92 Honda Civic that looks like it's been through a war.

Antwon, a 19 year-old starving art student, and his ride are in desperate need of a makeover.

Mary and her 1967 Mustang or “Matty Mustang” as she likes to call it, have been through a lot together. The Mustang is three different colors, four if you count rust, the windows are broken, there is stuffing from the seats everywhere, and although the seat belts work, the seats aren’t even bolted to the car, and there is no floor beneath the driver’s chair.

Jared's 1985 Ford Ranger is in rough shape, and it's too bad because Jared's job is in the auto field--delivering car parts. It has rotting paint, ripped-up seats, a zig-zag antenna and "bobble head" mirrors. Ideas of 23-inch monitors, ping-pong tables and tribal paint jobs begin to dance in the West Coast guys' heads.

Danelle loves her 1981 Pontiac Trans Am because it's a classic American muscle car but it's lacking some necessities, like mirrors. Xzibit arrives to save the day--or at least the Trans Am. X marvels that the car is like a time machine taking him all the way back to 1981.

Neil's 1974 Chevy "luv" truck has looks that not even a mother could love.

Shanda's 1989 Mustang convertible gives new meaning to the term "rag top." This ride is so busted, there's a gaping hole in the ceiling. there's also trouble for backseat passengers, one window is missing and the other won't roll down. And forget about listening to the radio, turning on the heat, or the air conditioning, 'cause none of this stuff works.

He's 21, he's a D.J. and he rolls in a '84 Nissan Maxima. That's right, Ezra drives a station wagon. After checking out the broken headlights, ripped up seats and bungee-rope fastened bumper, X is a little fazed. The guys at West Coast get to work strippin' the car down, and polishing it up.

Krissy's 1969 VW Baha Bug was designed to be steady and durable. Yet with its crooked tailpipe, old school tape deck and broken doors, this Bug can be described as anything but. The guys decided that big bad tires are part of the design, as is a road cage.

Brian's Honda CRX is suffering from scratches along its entire body from numerous crashes, this hunk of junk is being held together by screws that Brian installed himself. The engine is held together by bungee. Brian recently received a successful kidney transplant. This explains why Brian's car is full of empty water bottles.

Gaby was a newly-dumped yoga instructor with nothing in the world but her yoga mat and her 1972 Land Cruiser.

Kerry, 19, moved from Fargo, North Dakota to Sunny California with his family and his car: Frankenstein. The car is some sort of beast made out of two '89 Ford Escorts welded and glued together. Spying the car seat in the back of this ride, Kerry explains it's for one of his little sisters whom he baby-sits and drives around in the car. The boys take one look at this wreck of a car, and know that their chances are slim to none, so Xzibit pulls a few strings, and in no time at all rolls in with a brand spankin' new 2004 Scion XB.