Category: Freak of the Week

Freak Of The Week: Torino Wagon

A few weeks ago, I traveled to the Hamptons to drive the new Volvo S90.  Watch my video recap here. The Hamptons is a lot like LA in the following ways: a) there are tons of rich people b) the cars are ridiculous c) no one is supposed to care Enter Motorhead Mama, the golden retriever of the car world– blonde, energetic and unmistakably excitable. When...

Freak Of The Week: Jared Leto

When people outside of LA think of Angelinos, they assume we are used to seeing celebrities & their cars. They assume that while I’m stuck on PCH, I’m waving at Jennifer Anniston in her 911 Turbo and shortly after, high fiving Jay Leno as he passes me in a Ariel Atom. The truth is, in these parts, a simple rule applies: the more conspicuous the car,...

Freak Of The Week: Wacky Volvo Wagon

Don’t bother straightening your screen people, this wacky Volvo wagon’s more crooked than Congress.  Spotted by a reader here in Topanga Canyon, this 1965-ish Volvo (Amazon) 122s wagon is a doozy! Now, if you’re wondering what’s under this post-apocalyptic masterpiece, this is what this nice, sweet wagon would look like under normal circumstances: (photo & more info on Station Wagon Finder.com) Meanwhile, here in the...

Freak Of The Week: Big Gay Prius

One of the things that makes my life worth living are the car photos I receive via texts and Tweets.  I get them from kids, from family, from readers, from my car wash guy– it’s an international potpourri of car madness & I love it.  But sometimes, just sometimes I get one that stops me in my tracks.  Like the Big Gay Prius: My friend...

Freak Of The Week: Alpina Heidi

I don’t wear a wedding ring.  Not because I’m not married and not because I don’t like them, it just honestly never occurred to me. Nor had my husband apparently, because after we said our vows at the Little Chapel By The Courthouse in Las Vegas (no, I’m not kidding), the nutjob that married us then asked, “Do you have the rings?” We looked at each...

Freak Of The Week: BEE STRONG

I have this really impossible friend.  For privacy’s sake, let’s call her “Facebook.” On the one hand, she’s always there for me with an inspirational quote, a note from an old friend or a mesmerizing cat video. On the other hand, she can be a braggy, condescending pain in the ass that makes me feel like my life blows.  But last week, my friend Facebook...