Category: Dude, Or Douchebag

Dude, Or Douchebag: Bronco

This week, in honor of the 19th Anniversary of the OJ Simpson freeway chase, I would like to salute the Dudes & the Douchebags that have driven this classic Amerian vehicle. When I met my husband, he drove a Bronco– it stank like day old Big Macs and even older moldy wetsuits (hands off, ladies, he’s all mine) which is precisely what a Bronco is for, enjoying...

Dude Or Douchebag: False Advertising

One of my favorite douchebag moves is the guy who plasters with their crappy car with various "racing" stickers.  To me, it's pretty much the same as wearing a padded push up bra: it may work as bait, but isn't your catch going to realize pretty quickly that it was only false advertising? Like this one: I don't care how car-illeterate you are, no one is dumb...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Pickups Part II

As you may remember from Episode One of DODB Part One, I’m a pick up girl.  If you’re not, you’re simply not American and thus, a douchebag. So stop reading now. Now that we’ve weeded out the losers, let’s move on.  Let’s begin with the Dude: Lil’ Red Truck– in ’78 that was the fastest American car from 0 to 100mph.  Try saying that about your...

Dude Or Douchebag: Car Upholstery

Let's face it, car upholstery has had its ups (any Mercedes before 1975) and its downs (Levi's Edition Gremlin, anyone?). But lately, it just seems like we're settling for way less than our fat asses deserve. There was a time, not so long ago, that being a Dude with your car interior was easy, because that's how it came off the line (cue Barry White):...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates

In LA, vanity plates are the low hanging fruit of car commentary. They’re like Disney movies– absolutely everywhere and consistently ridiculous.  However, like Disney movies– they always make me smile, even if just to think “our country has officially gone to hell.” Lots of people get a vanity plate to let you know what they do for a living: Which I’ve never understood– do they...

Dude Or Douchebag: Limos

In a town where two car lengths can make the difference between one more hour on the 405 or your exit to Freedom, anything that clogs a roadway is annoying.  There’s the Prius driver who couldn’t possibly close the gap between himself and the car in front of him (that could be violation of personal space!), and the a-hole who is too busy yelling at...