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For the purist who delights in American Graffiti, Mexico isn't America, and although it's a foreign country, it's still located on the North American continent, along with Canada, so what the heck, I figured that I'd include Coco's Corner into my underwear bush section. No, Coco's isn't a bush, as it's an abandoned, ramshackle restaurant of sorts, yet it displays the most unique collection of underwear that I've ever seen. In addition, many of the undergarments are autographed by the previous, female owners, with very sexy and provocative statements. You just gotta love Coco's Corner!
Photo: Coco believes in affirmative action, and equal opportunity, as he allows men to hang their undies, alongside the panties of their girlfriends. During a trip to Baja California, Mexico, back in 2007, I'd noticed the sign on Highway 1, at Chapala, that pointed the way to Bahía San Luis Gonzada, and untimely San Felipe, and the mere sight of that sign started a chain reaction in my brain. At home, I surfed the Internet, and learned that the road from Chapala to Puertocitos had the reputation of being one of the worst major roads on the Baja California Peninsula, and not far from the highway, at a crucial road junction, was a place called Coco's Corner, run by the chief cook and bottlewasher, Coco himself. I read all about Coco's decorations, his campground, his hospitality, and combined with the terrible reputation of the road, I made up my mind to drive the road and pay Coco a visit, during my visit to Baja California in September and October, of 2008.
Photo: Lory's panties tell the tale that she rode many miles to leave them for Coco for a souvenir... (It's obvious that spelling isn't one of her talents) Note the what-to-do instructions printed in the middle of the panties... This pair of panties was inscribed with some of the funnier and risqué graffiti.
Photo: Note the motorcycle helmets, at the left of the photo, that are covered with graffiti. There's even a children's fireman helmet, along with lots of inscribed women's panties. Ramshackle is an appropriate word to describe the construction of the building, and everything else about Coco's, as the building is constructed of pieces of cactus, recycled boards, odd pieces of plywood, corrugated steel, and tarpaper, and it's a marvel of engineering that seems to have just sort of been constructed, one piece at a time. You have the shed, that houses the café, and joining it, a covered patio that is decorated with some of the most unique decorations ever to be found in the State of Baja California. Tables and chairs are non-existent, as diners use wooden boxes for chairs, and wooden cable spools for tables. No need to sweep the floor, as the floor is simply the desert dirt, with a few torn-up pieces of filthy carpet in some places for an attempt at a partial covering. In addition to the colorful overhead decorations, there are many discarded household and appliances that populate the dining area.
Photo: Katie Lee must really love Coco to allow him to nail one of her bras to a rafter, and even inscribe her size. Too bad she didn't leave a photo of herself, sans bra...
Photo: Lola nailed her thong to the rafter, no doubt after enduring a long dirt bike ride through the dusty desert. I guess her itches vanished, as she left her calling card to the right of the photo As interesting as the restaurant building may be, it's nothing like the unique decor afforded the outdoor diner, on the patio, as besides being treated to the breathtaking desert scenery, the patio diner is treated to one of the most extensive collection of underwear that I've ever seen on display. That's right, undergarments, including tee shirts, men's briefs, women's panties, bras, plus hats, shoes, a few boots, and a motorcycle helmet or two are nailed to the patio cover, on display for all the world to see. Of particular interest are many of the women's panties, where the previous owner has autographed the panties, and in many cases, has written some lewd comments on them, all about whatever she likes to do, and her undying devotion to Coco. It's really quite hilarious and the panty collection makes a unique display of exhibitionism. Words can't do Coco's underwear collection justice, so enjoy the photos.
Photo: How many panties, undies, bras, hats and tee shirts hang from Coco's rafters? How many grains of sand are there in the desert, or how many stars are in the sky? Have you ever seen anything like this before? Neither had I. Coco must be quite a charmer to women, or maybe it's just the nature of women who ride dirt bikes. Perhaps riding a dirt bike, along dirt roads and cow trails all day brings out the "dirt" in women? What's your theory? Perhaps these panties were left by "cougars," marking their territory? Hard to say, but whatever the case, Coco has amassed a unique collection that has earned it's place on my American Graffiti page. Coco's
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