Category: Only In LA

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....

Only In LA: A Load Of Porsche It

Just in case you’re wondering how ridiculously wonderful it is to live in LA, let me give you a day in the life of yours truly, a self professed Porsche stalker.  Now I’m no groupie, not a 911 fanatic and I’ve yet to log any serious time in the loony bin.  However, if the opportunity arises, Mama is sure follow the Stuttgart scent. Even if it takes me...

Only In LA: Eat My Rust

Sometimes Hollywood car bling is so overwhelming that those of us longing for automotive independence have no choice but to tone it down. Way down. Way down to the dregs of the LA car hierarchy. Down here, beneath the Volvo station wagons, the silver Priuses and the government issued Chevy Malibus, you’ll find the few, the proud, the brave– The Intentional Rust Buckets. Here’s the process*: 1) Take an older, borderline...

10 Reasons To Love Supercar Sunday

Here in LA, your extraordinary is our ordinary.  Palm trees & 80 degrees in January may equal vacation to you, but to us, it’s winter. A celebrity sighting may completely spin you out, but to us she’s just another skinny bitch with Botox.  But this doesn’t mean we’re jaded (NY has that down), it’s just that LA seems to democratize the things that other places hold sacred. Nowhere else is this more evident than...

Only In LA: The Epic Hamborghini Food Truck

The great thing about writing a car blog in LA is, you’re always just 3 or 4 streets away from inspiration.  This is precisely what happened to my writer’s blocked ass when, a traffic light from my local Lambo dealership (this is LA, we’ve got a couple), I was visited by the God herself in the form of a food truck: What is that? Is it a bird? A plane? No it’s Hamborghini.  And it’s...