Motorhead Mama Blog

Eat My Rust

Sometimes Hollywood car bling is so overwhelming that those of us longing for automotive independence have no choice but to tone it down. Way down. Way down to the dregs of the LA car hierarchy. Down here, beneath the Volvo station wagons, the silver Priuses and the government issued Chevy Malibus, you'll find the few, the proud, the brave– the intentional rust buckets.   Here's the process*: 1) Take an older, borderline...

Dear AMC, You’re Fly. Like An Eagle .

She ain't pretty. She ain't fast.  And God knows, she's anything but sexy.  But she's strong, enduring & way, way, way ahead of her time.  She's the AMC Eagle and she's about done with your dirty looks.    Now, if you're not familiar with the canon of finely tuned, exceptionally designed, American passenger vehicles of the mid 1980s– don't worry, Mama's gonna school you.  AMC...

Drive Bys: Housekeeping By Hooters

My daughter told me it was real. I figured she was bluffing.  It couldn't be true. But then, I saw it.  With my very own eyes. The Topless Maid Van: (Parked in front of my local Target, nonetheless) Now I could get all worked up about women being exploited, men being pigs, etc. Or, I could laugh my ass off. And I chose the latter, thank...

Extinct Auto Poll

Extinct Auto Poll

   

Dude, Or Douchebag: Family Stick Figures

They're terrible.  They're horrible.  And they're everywhere.  Family stick figures are a menace to society. To me, the more perfect the family seems in sticker form, the more dysfunctional I imagine their reality to be. Like this D-bag who loves Star Wars: Really?  Are you ALL really that into Star Wars?  Then why did I see your kid 'round the back with some Goo Gone & a...

Freak of the Week: Paris Hilton

As I was driving home from work the other day, I was lured into a parking lot by this: Yes, it's a Bentley with a trunk that's vaguely open and no, I didn't peek inside.  Instead, I zoomed in on the crystal encrusted, monogrammed logo & snapped this: Then I realized, this is not just another customized, $200,000 ride.  That "PH" wasn't just for anyone. This was Paris, baby.  Paris Hilton....