Motorhead Mama Blog

Car Slut Confessions: Mr Clean

My first time was with an Italian. Of course it was, I’m so cliche. He was older, significantly so, but man, did he know what he was doing. The whole process would sometimes take hours, but by the time we were done, it was clear that it was time well spent. I mean, you’ve never seen my mom’s car so clean. His name was Reno...

Freak Of The Week: Palisades Party Van

Gettin’ freaky via your vehicle happens a lot in this town.  It’s one of the reasons I love LA. However, there are a few pockets of exclusion– one of which is the Palisades. Perched casually above the Pacific between Santa Monica and Malibu, the Pacific Palisades is the New Canaan of LA.  It’s rich, preppy and squeaky clean– which isn’t weird at all in Connecticut,...

Bumper Stickers Are Back: Mama’s Top 5

My mom used to tell me, if you wait long enough, everything comes back in style. Now this was much more of a justification of her borderline hoarder personality, but bottom line– she was right. From the divine (vinyl records, written notes, brown liquor) to the dreadful (trucker hats, shoulder pads, brown liquor) every trend seems to have its second day in the sun. For the...

Freak Of The Week: Jesus & The White Van

I’ve got a friend in the South Bay who’s seen Jesus. In fact, she sees him just about every week, in his van, at the Trader Joe’s parking lot in Redondo Beach: Now I’m not saying it’s Jesus himself, but it does make a lot of sense if it is. If I were dead for 2,000 years, my first stop on Earth would likely be...

Test Drive Tuesday: Porsche Macan

First, let’s answer the most burning question. Yes, it does rhyme with bacon. And no it does not rhyme with pecan. Feeling better? Yeah, me too. Anyway, so Porsche recently came out with smaller SUV. It’s called the Macan. What’s the big deal, you ask? Well, there’s this other guy making cars (his name rhymes with snooty pecan) and his electric sedan, the Model S,...