Motorhead Mama Blog

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...

LA Word of the Day: Persian Conversion

Here in LA, we’ve got the largest population of Iranians outside of Iran.  Thus the nickname, Tehrangeles.  And let me tell you something about Persians– the women are intimidatingly beautiful (to some. Mama’s cool, obviously), their kebabs kick butt and they love their Beemers. Persian teen boys are notorious for not accepting their BMWs in any format other than an M. And if Daddy doesn’t...

Only in LA: My Cayenne’s Crazier Than Your Cayenne

Some crazy stuff happens in this town, believe you me.  One of the doozies of late is that the Porsche SUV has become so ubiquitous that Angelinos are forced to trick if only to ensure they can identify their vehicle at  Cheesecake Factory valet. It started out mild:   Weird, metallic colors. Fine, no problem. I just hope you own a popsicle factory.    ...