Author: motorheadmama

Only In LA: Transplant Auto Nation

Here’s the thing about the City of Angels… none of us are from here.  Most of us arrived in LA with car full of belongings, pasty white from what we vowed to be our last ever hideous winter Back East, looking for a Melrose Place-like situation– a rent controlled apartment complex filled with gorgeous, friendly neighbors just looking for a nearby dweller to screw. Little did we...

Freak of the Week: Day Trippin’

I dunno about you, but I’m not big into hallucinogenics. Especially during the day. Please keep that in mind when I tell you about this blue Pathfinder I recently saw in West Hollywood: Nice, blue SUV right? Or is it? I got closer and realized, this ain’t no simple blue truck: Or is it a purple truck? Or it is a green truck? Aaaaaaaarrrrggg! I immediately begin to freak...

Father’s Day Gifts For The Motorhead Dad: Mama’s Top 10

If my own experience means anything, the average Father’s Day is a disaster.  So far, my poor husband has received a finger painted tie (the only neck attire in his wardrobe), a tie dyed t-shirt (let’s just say he’s not a Phish fan) and an ashtray (as he was trying to quit smoking).  Father’s Day is inevitably a bust.  But it doesn’t have to be, because Mama is...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Parking Jobs ’14

Truth is, I’m as guilty as the next guy.  My car has mirrors, sensors, cameras–everything but a midget parking assistant in my glove box (although I did post the position on Craig’s List)– but even I often fail to park well.  But I’d like to think that my occasional parking offenses don’t have much affect others.  Not like this douchebag: Sure, the white line overage is minimal,...

Only In LA: Topless Driving Is Real

It’s no secret that we’re pretty loose here in Southern California.  Men openly love men, women openly love women and on any given day, you’re gonna smell somebody smoking a dube while stuck in traffic.  And recently, we’ve been getting even looser by ripping off our tops and letting it all hang out. But Topless Driving? While it’s mostly guys, even some chics are getting into the game:...

Mama Loves Maya: An Angelou Automotive Tribute

I know you think Maya Angelou had nothing to do with cars, but I beg to differ. Maybe she didn’t drive, maybe she didn’t even own a car, but that’s not the point. For she was the epitome of what makes a Motorhead Mama– having the guts to ignore the haters, yank on a push up bra, raise our chin and let our freak flag fly!  Here’s what the words of Dr. Maya...