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Bay Area Bromance

I hate the f*ing San Francisco.  I know that it’s not a popular thing to say, but that progressive, diverse, urban oasis of culture and commerce makes me want to puke.  Between the clear air, temperate climate and public transportation, I find San Francisco irritatingly civilized.  It’s like that girl in high school with the perfect hair, flawless teeth and impeccable grades.  I hated that...

Mama Gots Me An Award

Writing about cars isn’t all drinking beers with hot race car drivers and burning rubber around the world without the kids. (Although it should be noted that I do, upon occasion, engage in these activities and encourage them.. wholeheartedly.)  There’s a lot of work involved. I actually have to think of stuff, write stuff, edit stuff and then try to get people to read it....

Tuesday Test Drive: Volvo S60, Cuz Dudes Don’t Do Wagons

A few years ago, a super cool dad I know bought a new car.  He’s the kind of dad that works in the music business, wears skinny jeans without looking like too much of a wanker and has bright, colorful new tattoos that my youngest daughter always compliments (ug).  So I was really surprised when he drove up to my house in his new ride.....

Dear VW, Hell Hath No Fury..

… like a Hippie scorned! I am lucky enough to live in a hippie enclave just outside of Los Angeles.  Because, let’s face it, hippies are better than yuppies! But here’s the thing about hippies, while they’re mainly mellow, cheery pacifists, you really don’t want to piss them off.  Here are the things that generally irritate this delicate demographic: *Republicans (all flavors) *Wars (all flavors)...

Tuesday Test Drive: Find Your G-spot (..VW Golf that is)

Over the past two months, I’ve made it my mission to drive most versions of one of my favorite cars, the VW Golf. We all know that I’m a 911 freak, that the Volvo XC90 T8 is my jam and that I have dirty, dirty M3/M5 & X5m fantasies… but the Golf is just a great all around car. Where people get stuck is deciding...

Freak Of The Week: BEE STRONG

I have this really impossible friend.  For privacy’s sake, let’s call her “Facebook.” On the one hand, she’s always there for me with an inspirational quote, a note from an old friend or a mesmerizing cat video. On the other hand, she can be a braggy, condescending pain in the ass that makes me feel like my life blows.  But last week, my friend Facebook...