Category: Only In LA

Dude, or Douchebag: Roadside Safari

It all started with one, West Hollywood Zebra Douchebag.  Like most tragic tales do.  One afternoon, I spotted a crazy-looking zebra car parked in front of my office.  And it went a little somethin’ like this: So, of course, I ran out and paced around the thing, looking for some type of clue.  It must have a “Save The Zebras” magnet on the side or perhaps the driver side door would read...

Only In LA: Our Prius Playhouse Is Such Fun

It was recently announced that after 2 years of being the top selling car in California, the Toyota Prius has been knocked out of the #1 slot by the Honda Accord.  And, I’m not gonna lie, this makes me sad. Mainly because I’ve had so much fun Prius bashing.  It’s been such an easy target: a soulless, soundless, hatchback with about as much sex appeal as a naked Rob Ford selfie.  It’s been...

Only In LA: Transplant Auto Nation

Here’s the thing about the City of Angels… none of us are from here.  Most of us arrived in LA with car full of belongings, pasty white from what we vowed to be our last ever hideous winter Back East, looking for a Melrose Place-like situation– a rent controlled apartment complex filled with gorgeous, friendly neighbors just looking for a nearby dweller to screw. Little did we...

Only In LA: Topless Driving Is Real

It’s no secret that we’re pretty loose here in Southern California.  Men openly love men, women openly love women and on any given day, you’re gonna smell somebody smoking a dube while stuck in traffic.  And recently, we’ve been getting even looser by ripping off our tops and letting it all hang out. But Topless Driving? While it’s mostly guys, even some chics are getting into the game:...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates, Part Two

As any good lingerie salesperson will tell you, it’s always a good idea to cover up the majority of your junk in front of others.  Just show a peek & you’ll look more appealing.  However, here in LA, that’s really not our speed.  Within the first five minutes of meeting someone new in this town, you’ll learn about which step they’re on (out of the 12), which marriage they’re on,...

Only In LA: For Pete’s Sake Go To The Petersen Automotive Museum

I love museums. Don’t you? I know.  We’re both full of it. We only really go so we can tell people that we’ve been, we’ve seen it, & it was “amazing.”  But it wasn’t. We kinda both wish we had stayed home and used that valuable time to catch up on something equally educational, like “Long Island Medium.”  But we don’t. We go. Just to say we’ve been....