Motorhead Mama Blog

Drivebys: The World’s Happiest Hobo

It’s Monday morning, and I’m on my way to my miserable job. I’m tired, vaguely hungover and horribly under caffeinated.  I glance over to the guy next to me and he’s is equally uninspired, and he’s behind the wheel of a GT3! It’s clear that the Monday blahs are in full effect and there’s no cure in sight… As I get a few car lengths...

Dude Or Douchebag: Limos

In a town where two car lengths can make the difference between one more hour on the 405 or your exit to Freedom, anything that clogs a roadway is annoying.  There’s the Prius driver who couldn’t possibly close the gap between himself and the car in front of him (that could be violation of personal space!), and the a-hole who is too busy yelling at...

Hey Ladies!

I love women. No really, I do (not like that, you perv). I’ve got a sweet posse of female friends, a real live sister, I even grew two little ones in my stomach–squeezed them out and kept them. If that’s not love, what is? But when I’m on the road, I’m often ashamed of my gender. Should a grown woman be rolling down the street...

Dude or Douchebag: Impala

The Chevy Impala is the people’s car in Los Angeles. It represents everything from the main ride in Boyz in the Hood to the main ride for the LAPD.  Now if that isn’t worlds apart, what is? So, naturally, we see all kinds of Impalas in Tinseltown. From the kinda Douchey: (please tell me green paint was on sale) To downright dope: (now that’s gettin’...

Only in LA: Double Vision

First of all, I apologize for putting that Foreigner song in your head. What song?  Read the title again..now..wait for it..yeah, that one.  It’ll be there for a while, so you may have to pause to rock it out.  But just imagine how I feel, driving innocently around the streets of LA and constantly being bombarded with stuff like this: It almost gets boring. So,...