Motorhead Mama Blog

Car Slut Confessions: In Search Of eHarmony

These days, driving an electric car is kind of like losing your virginity.  You know it’s gotta happen some day, but you sure as well don’t want to be the first one, or the last one, to do it.  But given that this is now officially my profession, I figure I’ve got to quit it with my condescending stubborn stares and pop my electric cherry...

Freak of the Week: The Mexican Croc Hunter

One of my favorite places to look for crazy cars is Mexico.  My Latino friends (especially the men) aren’t shy about being as freaky as possible in their rides.  But sadly, this summer I’ve been chained to my desk and unable to stray south of the border. The good news is I live in LA, where Mexico comes to you. I was recently driving into...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates (More Or Less)

Vanity plates in Los Angeles are kind of like tattoos–not having one is a statement of true rebellion.  And while most people think that having a vanity plate is inherently a douchey thing, these days, I’ve noticed a new kind of plate that’s making me: Our roads used to be filled stuff like this, the d-bag that wants to remind us how fast, oh excuse me “faaast” his M5...

Freak Of The Week: The Bronco Patriot

Every Fourth of July, I like to celebrate the over-the-top exceedingly patriotic vehicles that I see in my travels.  This one was sent by a friend in Massachusetts, but that’s close enough.  I immediately loved the whole package– Stars & Stripes, vintage Bronco and most importantly, waving that freak flag high and loud in rural New England which isn’t exactly a hotbed of overt eccentricity....

Only In LA: Heaven Is A Target Parking Lot

Despite my best efforts to dismiss it, let me tell you people, this mom stuff is real. I’ve got two little monsters and they need stuff. A lot of stuff. So roughly every 3 days, I schlep my posse down to the valley where I load up all on crap.  And then we do it again. And then again. This process can often be a Sisyphus-like...