Lance Throttle

Remember this post? 

When telling you about my celebrity sighting 

of one Jad Jergens

while in Mexico,

I mentioned his new partner, Lance Throttle.

Jad may be the money behind Throttle Tan,

but Lance?

He's the brains.

And the braun.

And 100% sex appeal.

Even as a teen,

Lance was ahead of the fashion curve.

That mullet was featured in many fashion magazines.

Before girls went to salons and asked for "The Rachel,"

young men were lining up

for blocks

to wait for their turn in the barber chair.

To get "Lanced."

But, as it often does,

the fame proved too much.

Lance began partying.

He got piercings.

He wore guy-liner.

And he traded his mullet for something

a little more

hip.

One fateful night,

in the throes of Silver Bullet Bulimia,

he met none other

than the infamous

Jad.

Jergens.

They became instant friends.

Jad loved guy-liner, too.

And tanning.

And throwing peace signs to shutterbug partygoers.

 Jad yearned to be half as badass

as Lance was.

On a bad day

while having Sunday brunch

with his grandmother.

So Lance showed him the ropes.

How to look tough in a photo.

Yet maintain a mysterious vulnerability

that was guaranteed to drive the ladies

wild. 

Or, as Lance would say, "Wylde."

Jad and Lance were inseparable.

Jad had money to burn,

and Lance,

saw endless opportunities.

They had many business ideas,

the pair of them,

but it wasn't until one warm summer day

after Lance returned from a strenuous afternoon

of sidewalk climbing

that they finally came up with the idea for Throttle Tan.

And the rest, 

as they say,

is history.

If you are, or are going to be, in the San Diego area, 

you can schedule your appointment 

to "Get Throttled" here.

If you're on facebook, 

you can become a fan of Throttle Tan here.

And you should.

As my {now} friends 

Jad and Lance 

would say,

"Get naked.

Get Tan.

Get Throttled."

Cheers,

A