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It’s Giddyup Thursday in LA

It’s Giddyup Thursday in LA

Hi.  How’s it going?  Rainy in Boston I hear. Cold in New York.  Yeah, well, here in LA we’re calling it Giddyup Thursday because it’s 71, sunny and the Mustangs are out in full effect. I started my day at the gym (more on that later, the cars are sick), where I saw this little Philly Please excuse the crap photo. Then I head over...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Wheels

Dude, Or Douchebag: Wheels

You know how some women look at a man’s shoes to figure out if he’s cool?  Yeah, if that’s new information to you, fellas, you may reconsider those Topsiders. I’ll admit, I do about the same thing with wheels. You may not have a lot of dough, maybe you have a white SUV because that’s what you’ve had for ages.  And then you do this...

Only In LA: Can’t Use My Legs, But I’m Drivin’ The Bentley Today!

Only In LA: Can’t Use My Legs, But I’m Drivin’ The Bentley Today!

I’m hard pressed to find something more egrigious than stuff like this: A nice, big fat Bentley parked in a Beverly Hills lot with a handicapped placard on.  Now, I’m sure that there are plenty of rich, handicapped dudes but I’m betting that if you’re rich and you truly have a disability, you either drive something whose main purpose to keep you safe and assist...

Dude, Or Douchebag: The Woody Edition

Dude, Or Douchebag: The Woody Edition

Ok, here’s a test for you, dear reader. Look closely and tell me why this ever classic, completely pimp woody station wagon is getting my Douchebag of the Day crown. Add your comment below. Hint: that’s boat trailer behind him..

More Hemi, Less Hedgefund

More Hemi, Less Hedgefund

I have a confession to make, dear reader– I’m not a big fan of the American car.  Not that I don’t love my country, cry a bit when I say the pledge of allegiance and get passionate about politics, but when it comes to American cars, Detroit lost me at roughly 1973. But when I see a little of this: my heart skips a beat....

Which is Worse?

Which is Worse?

Being stuck on the 405 freeway (the nation’s most notoriously congested road) or being stuck on the 405 and being passed in the carpool lane by this monster: Ug.  That’s a tough one for me.  I’d LIKE to think that I’d be so excited to see the new Lambo Aventador that any less than fuzzy feelings would immediately disappear.  And one can’t help but wonder–...