Category: Only In LA

Only in LA: Double Vision

First of all, I apologize for putting that Foreigner song in your head. What song?  Read the title again..now..wait for it..yeah, that one.  It’ll be there for a while, so you may have to pause to rock it out.  But just imagine how I feel, driving innocently around the streets of LA and constantly being bombarded with stuff like this: It almost gets boring. So,...

Only in LA: My Cayenne’s Crazier Than Your Cayenne

Some crazy stuff happens in this town, believe you me.  One of the doozies of late is that the Porsche SUV has become so ubiquitous that Angelinos are forced to trick if only to ensure they can identify their vehicle at  Cheesecake Factory valet. It started out mild:   Weird, metallic colors. Fine, no problem. I just hope you own a popsicle factory.    ...

Only In LA: Gas Stations

In the rest of the country, the gas station is just another necessary eye sore. But here in LA, like everything else, the gas station is different.  First of all, it’s not optional–everybody’s filling up..all of the time. Second, (besides yoga class and AA meetings) it’s one of the few place we actually interact– or at least check it each other out.  Lastly, because we...

Broke, Dorky & Smokin’ Hot in LA

In the Bay Area, geeks are powerful. Even those who aren’t happily ensconced in their post-IPO mansions and banging Russian supermodels are rocking pocket protectors and Coke bottle glasses with no shame.  This is because in twenty minutes, their start-up is going public and they’re going to be… you guessed it… banging Russian supermodels. In New York, geeks are revered– people actually care where you...

I See London, I See France, These Cars Look Like Underpants

Of all of the bizarre car trends of late, the one that perplexes me the most is the nude car.  I can handle the colored wheels, bedazzled license plates are fine, even a pimped out Prius doesn't seem as wrong as it used to. But some things just need to stay in the fashion world and not cross over. Case in point, the flesh colored...

License Plate, Schplicense Plate

One of the best things about living in LA– license plates are optional. I swear to God.  Cars are bought and sold so much in this town that DMV just can’t keep up. Or maybe it’s that our government is so dysfunctional that it doesn’t have time to get around to it. I mean we all know that Arnold has had better things to do:...