Motorhead Mama Blog

Dude, Or Douchebag: Nitto AE Day ’15

Car shows.  I know so many people who really want to go to them, but don’t.  So many women especially! Why is that?  Well, in a nutshell, car shows have reputations of being filled with douchebags.  Places where guys stand around waxing poetic about dumb, gear head nonsense and dismiss everyone else. But Mama’s here to tell you that it is all a myth.  Well,...

Test Drive Tuesday: eGolf Cart It Is Not

It’s Tuesday, so #eWeek is over and my baby is gone.  I am truly heartbroken. Like any great love affair, ours was a complicated one. In just a week, he made me laugh, cry, made me stress eat a can of Pringles in one sitting, but also made me gasp with delight as we whizzed up 4800 feet incline without a drop a fuel. My...

eGolf: Day Four, I Get Malled

I’m on Day Four with my new boyfriend, the all-electric Golf. Thus far, the best thing about this car is that it is distinctly Volkswagen.  What does that mean? That means that it handles like a German car, is remarkably well designed and is as practical as it is fun. Despite my tortured range anxiety, I think love him (for more reasons see yesterday’s post)...

eTrade? 5 Unexpected Reasons To Rock An Electric Car

I had a huge ePiphany today.  Everyone knows that owning an electric car requires extra attention, extra care, extra awareness, it’s something you really have to manage, and manage well or else, well, you’re screwed.  Or are you?  See, I realized today that being fully electric gives you the ability to get of almost anything by blaming your car. Here are five totally awesome examples:...

eWeek Day Two: License To Chill

So now I’m on Day Two of eWeek.  I’ll tell you what I love about this all-electric eGolf: *it zooms around like a go-kart (very much the first gen Mini Cooper on harmless steroids) *the immediate torque is a thing of beauty (tires may be skidding) *I’ve got no ozone depleting guilt as I smoke it through the glorious canyons of LA However: *the charging...

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...