Motorhead Mama Blog

Freak Of The Week: Alpina Heidi

I don’t wear a wedding ring.  Not because I’m not married and not because I don’t like them, it just honestly never occurred to me. Nor had my husband apparently, because after we said our vows at the Little Chapel By The Courthouse in Las Vegas (no, I’m not kidding), the nutjob that married us then asked, “Do you have the rings?” We looked at each...

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)...

Kids & Cars: What Will Gen Z Drive?

Kids & Cars. Who cares right? Just put ’em in the back seat, plug ’em into a device and hope they shut up. But kids know a lot more about cars than we give them credit for (see my Mini Motorhead Series).  This weekend, I went to the Alt Car Expo in Santa Monica to ask kids which cars were cool, which cars weren’t and...

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...