Category: Only In LA

Only In LA (a new MM series)

In addition to the ever-popular Dude, Or Douchebag series, MM is adding Only In LA– a series dedicated to the wonky stuff that only happens here in the land of fruit, nuts and billionaires. Here to kick us off is a real doozy. So I’m headed to my friend’s store in West Hollywood (buy some ad space, biatch and then maybe I’ll mention your store...

“You Are What You Drive” (Bite Me!)

I think it’s funny that when I head to other cities, people always say to me “Yeah, LA, you are what you drive, right?”  And they say it in this bitchy, condescending way. Pisses me right off. To you, I say, bite me!  If I am what I drive then I’m 4,550 lbs of steel, carbon fiber, leather and chrome– then bring it on. Did...

Vespas, the prairie dogs of LA

Imagine this, you’re driving through the desert, let’s say.. in the middle of Texas.  Every few miles, a cute little rodent dashes across the road, you swerve to miss it, spill your Coke and curse a bit.  At the same time, you pity the prairie dog– risking its life every day just to get where it’s going.  Now imagine you’re rolling down Wilshire, trying to...

How Much Ferrari is too Much?

I know, it seems a ridiculous question.  Even for me, the girl whose first Italian word was “Testarossa”–sometimes it’s just a bit too much. And this only because I worry that my prancing pony is being pimped out. Consider this, Ferrari’s licensing and retail divisions account for $1.5 billion of total sales. That’s a lot of baseball caps, brotha.  So our boys in Maranello do...

Kickin’ It Ole Skool– LA Stylie

Take 1 part car culture, 2 parts sunshine and 3 parts of 11 out of 12 dry months a year and what do you get?  A car collectors dream world. This, dear reader, is the wonder of LA.  Sure, it’s probably better for your vehicle to be holed up in Phoenix or Tucson, where they have 11.75 dry months, but then ..where in God’s name...

It’s Giddyup Thursday in LA

Hi.  How’s it going?  Rainy in Boston I hear. Cold in New York.  Yeah, well, here in LA we’re calling it Giddyup Thursday because it’s 71, sunny and the Mustangs are out in full effect. I started my day at the gym (more on that later, the cars are sick), where I saw this little Philly Please excuse the crap photo. Then I head over...