Motorhead Mama Blog

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,...

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Car

  Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Car Mama thinks you’ve gone too far. These days every thing that drives by Has some bling on the back of their ride Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Car Unless you’re a Kardashian, it’s just bizarre.

Bitchin’ Camaro

It takes a strong woman to admit when you’re wrong. And Mr. Camaro, I’ve been wrong about you.  But you gotta understand–growing up, Camaros were driven by, well, Guidos and Dirtbags. (If you’re not from the East Coast, you may have to Google that action.) Anyway, for years it was impossible for me to appreciate the low purr of your v8 (not to mention the...