all my Ruskis know the Low Rider

from the corner of my eye I saw a thick arm crumple and toss a fist of
papers onto the street. They were a collection of parking tickets
(trade em with your friends?). I nodded and said, "expensive havin' a
car in this city, yeah?" Thick in a Russian accent he replied, "This
ride is wider than this smile (pointing to his broad grin). I must
park by fire hydrant, is only space for me. I guess city does not
understand."