Category: Dude, Or Douchebag

Dude or Douchebag: Impala

The Chevy Impala is the people’s car in Los Angeles. It represents everything from the main ride in Boyz in the Hood to the main ride for the LAPD.  Now if that isn’t worlds apart, what is? So, naturally, we see all kinds of Impalas in Tinseltown. From the kinda Douchey: (please tell me green paint was on sale) To downright dope: (now that’s gettin’...

Dude Or Douchebag: Two-Tone

Sometimes car trends start with the exotics and trickle down to the streets, like carbon fiber hoods.  And sometimes car trends start with an 18-year-old & a can of bar-b-q black spray paint and the next thing you know Mercedes has a factory matte black finish.  I’ve noticed recently that the two toned vehicle is coming back, and it’s starting in the ‘hood.   The...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Sport Transport

Doesn’t it seem especially cruel, it being the first week of March, for me to show you cars with surfboards, bikes and other outdoor sporting goods, just rubbing in the fact that for us, winter is just a summer with a sweatshirt?  If makes you feel any better, I took most of these shots in late December. So check this out: we Angelinos to get...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Attention Seekers

Here in La La Land, driving a fancy car is no big thang.  Buy yourself a G wagon and guess what’ll happen? You’ll park somewhere in West Hollywood next to another G wagon: Doh! Because of this, plenty of people take their exotic-anywhere-else-in-the-word automobile and embellish it a little (or a lot). You got your crazy colors:     “I just got an M3!” “Yawn”...

Dude Or Douchebag: Doggie Style

Dogs rule LA. No joke.  Runyon Canyon has concurrently the best dog walking AND the best star spotting; adopting mutts has replaced adopting African babies and PETA meetings have displaced AA as the hot industry networking destination.  That’s cool, Mama loves me some dogs.  Especially like this: This is one happy animal– his driver is clearly sporty (the 4Runner doesn’t lie) and the dog’s chillin’...

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...