Author: motorheadmama

To All The Cars I’ve Loved Before

You know when you break up with someone and it hurts.. a lot? Then, maybe a month, a week, a year later, you are forced to relive the horrific experience by seeing that person, happily involved with another person. Ug. It’s terrible. Whether you see them laughing, fighting, holding hands or making out, the same dreadful feelings endure– do they kiss like me, is her...

Tangerine Tango: You Got Mama’s Panties in a Bundle

Ok, it’s official. The color of the year for 2012 is Tangerine Tango. Sounds awful, doesn’t it? The initial signs of Orange permeating the car world are everywhere, and has me all kinds of worried. First, there was the LA Car Show: If you squint your eyes, the yellow lettering says “mama”.. (Oh Santa, you shouldn’t have!)         Then there was the...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Pickups

Ah the pickup. Nothing says solid dude, like this: This guy is so great. There’s no porn on the floor of the passenger side, he’s not sipping a latte, he doesn’t even have a cell phone–he’s solid dude. He’s probably got a thermos with his Folger’s freakin’ coffee, a Farmer’s Almanac and is listening to baseball on his am radio. God love ’em.  He’s a...

Dude, or Douchebag: Mr. Green Vehicle

Mama loves me the environment. Mama loves me some cleaner air. Mama also loves less dependency on foreign oil, shrinking the carbon footprint and preserving our natural resources, blah blah blah.  But guess what Mama doesn’t love? People who pollute our roads with bad driving, ugly cars and entitlement.  Damn tootin’. So bravo to you Doking, love that XD– super cute, super cool. You are...

Mama hits the road

Rumor has it that there is civilized life outside of Los Angeles.  Suspicious, but in the bad books with my family in NorCal, I hesitantly hit the road. Less than an hour outside of LA on Thanksgiving Day, I’m shocked to see this: No, not the empty freeway, the Carls Jr or the X5 (though all are yummy)– the white stuff on top of the...

The LA Car Show–The Good, The Bad, the WTF?

Big confession– the LA car show has always eluded me.  They’re showing all the new cars? Big deal– wait for 20 minutes at the Malibu Chevron station and you’ll see that new car AND the celebrity driving it.  So, why oh why, dear reader, would I schlep downtown in the pouring rain, through scads of Latino Emos and white trash from the 909, and squeeze...