Motorhead Mama Blog

Dude Or Douchebag: Car Upholstery

Let's face it, car upholstery has had its ups (any Mercedes before 1975) and its downs (Levi's Edition Gremlin, anyone?). But lately, it just seems like we're settling for way less than our fat asses deserve. There was a time, not so long ago, that being a Dude with your car interior was easy, because that's how it came off the line (cue Barry White):...

Best of 2012

What a year! We had no Hummers, plenty of hybrids & more remakes than Joan River’s face. Here are some of the highs: Geeks Ruled– In 2012, it doesn’t take a lot of dough to get you noticed. In a time when first car is no longer synonymous with 3-series, there were some real beaters that looked super cool and may have even gotten some...

‘Twas The Night After Xmas: A Holiday Hangover

‘Twas the night after Christmas when all through the car, All the creatures were stirring, but not getting too far, The children were farting in their seat belts without care, While Mama sat in traffic, praying that we’d soon be there. The kiddies scarfed Cheetos with fingers turned red, While visions of Downton and margaritas danced in my head, Mama in her wisdom, had pulled...

LA Car Show: The Good, The Bad, the WTF ’12

Oh, LA Auto Show– you never disappoint. This year there was plenty of Good.  Mainly in the form of German alternative fuel vehicles.  My favorite was this beauty from BMW: The i8 is so pretty, that the guy standing next to me didn’t move for a suspiciously long time.  I’m pretty sure they had to clean up after that guy. Then Mercedes gave us this...

Giving Thanks: Mama Style

Here are the top 10 things I’m thankful for this holiday season: 10. Driving. Sounds incredibly basic, but today millions of women around the world still aren’t able to. Suck on that Saudi Arabia! (If that offends you, I suggest you stop reading immediately.) 9. Butt Warmers.  Because Mama likes the junk in her trunk lightly toasted, thank you. 8. Leaving NYC–I am so thankful...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates

In LA, vanity plates are the low hanging fruit of car commentary. They’re like Disney movies– absolutely everywhere and consistently ridiculous.  However, like Disney movies– they always make me smile, even if just to think “our country has officially gone to hell.” Lots of people get a vanity plate to let you know what they do for a living: Which I’ve never understood– do they...