Motorhead Mama Blog

Dog Bless America: Why Dogs In Cars Rock

This Independence Day, I’m thinking about dogs.  Because the only thing that’s better than driving a great car on a beautiful road is doing so with a canine co-pilot. And there’s no better image of freedom than a dog with its head gleefully perched out of a car window, with the wind rushing through its gums– except for this dog in a Mercedes convertible rolling down Melrose: So here’s...

The Uber-Official, Highly Accredited, Almost Entirely Accurate Motorhead Mama Stoned Driver’s Test

Ever since pot started wafting it’s way out of High Times and into the mainstream, plenty of people are panicked about the pending stoned driver crisis.  From the chilly highways of Colorado to the swampy streets of Florida, marijuana is enjoying all kinds of loosened restrictions and this has got law enforcement freaked out. And with good reason for with alcohol, you’ve got a breathalyzer.  But with pot,...

Only In LA: Transplant Auto Nation

Here’s the thing about the City of Angels… none of us are from here.  Most of us arrived in LA with car full of belongings, pasty white from what we vowed to be our last ever hideous winter Back East, looking for a Melrose Place-like situation– a rent controlled apartment complex filled with gorgeous, friendly neighbors just looking for a nearby dweller to screw. Little did we...

Freak of the Week: Day Trippin’

I dunno about you, but I’m not big into hallucinogenics. Especially during the day. Please keep that in mind when I tell you about this blue Pathfinder I recently saw in West Hollywood: Nice, blue SUV right? Or is it? I got closer and realized, this ain’t no simple blue truck: Or is it a purple truck? Or it is a green truck? Aaaaaaaarrrrggg! I immediately begin to freak...

Father’s Day Gifts For The Motorhead Dad: Mama’s Top 10

If my own experience means anything, the average Father’s Day is a disaster.  So far, my poor husband has received a finger painted tie (the only neck attire in his wardrobe), a tie dyed t-shirt (let’s just say he’s not a Phish fan) and an ashtray (as he was trying to quit smoking).  Father’s Day is inevitably a bust.  But it doesn’t have to be, because Mama is...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Parking Jobs ’14

Truth is, I’m as guilty as the next guy.  My car has mirrors, sensors, cameras–everything but a midget parking assistant in my glove box (although I did post the position on Craig’s List)– but even I often fail to park well.  But I’d like to think that my occasional parking offenses don’t have much affect others.  Not like this douchebag: Sure, the white line overage is minimal,...