Category: Only In LA

Only In LA: The Art of the Lowrider

What kind of idiot wakes up early on a Sunday morning to go to a museum? This idiot, why thank you. My motivation wasn’t to head to any old museum, I was off to the Petersen Automotive Museum– Los Angeles’ answer to an automotive temple of worship. For the past few years, the Pete has been hosting a series of themed cruise ins, which attract...

Help Me, G-sus: LA’s G Wagon Epidemic

The other day, a friend told me a hilarious story about her husband, who drives a Mercedes G Wagon. Driving to pick his daughter up from a playdate, he rolls into the driveway and sees the two girls playing in the yard. The girls run up to him. The daughter’s friend looks him and his car and says casually, “Nice Jeep.” That 8 year old’s...

Topanga Days Parade 2017: Who Let The Hippies Out?

Topanga Days.  If you’re not from here, you probably don’t know. But should you? Well, it’s certainly an acquired taste. Let’s try a little quiz— *Do you like patchouli, second hand pot smoke, tie die t-shirts, henna & dirty hippies? *Are you craving an environment where bras and shoes are optional and kids roam the streets like wild banshees? *How about peace, love, live music...

Only In LA: Roadside Barnyard

The other day, I saw something truly remarkable. I know, it’s a white Chevy Equinox parked near some trails in Topanga.  Nothing to see here. But what makes this woman and her car extraordinary are its occupants. Including this: Yes, a ferocious, angry Pit Bull..try not to drown in his slobber. Oh and there was also this: Yes a full gown Nubian Goat.  His name...

Only In LA: My Day In Rolls Royces

I know what you’re thinking: Mama, you drove a Rolls? Maybe two? No, don’t be ridiculous. I’m not THAT pretentious. But the other day, I had a really weird experience, one that can only be told through the magnificent, multi-million dollar vehicles that I witnessed in a span of 4 hours. Only in LA you say? Amen… I was on “vacation” (that’s what they call it...

Freak of the Week: Laker Fan Van

So you think you’re a Laker fan. Really? Why is that? Because you bought a season pass?  You slapped a bumper sticker on your Prius? A vanity plate on your Merc? Or perhaps your ass has a Laker tattoo? Well, this guy laughs at you: When this guy drives down the road, you don’t sit back and wonder what he watches on ESPN. There’s no...