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Nissan: the Rodney Dangerfield of car companies

I’m a car snob. There– you happy? I am.  But I still have to give it up to Nissan. Not only are they they guys that went from this: the stunningly terrible Sentra. To this: , and even they just won Car Of The Year with the Leaf (which is too ugly to show). Kan Pai! So why don’t they get any respect? For God’s...

Where you been, bumper sticker? Part One

Remember the days when there were real bumpers?  Like the kind of black, rubbery material that allowed a girl (or a boy) to nudge their way into a tight parking situation without requiring an apology note on the windshield– go ahead, judge, but I was in my 20s and wasn’t sure who was watching. But back in those days, when people had bumpers, they also...

Where you been, bumper sticker? Part Two

Welcome back. OK, Now to #3. Yeah, it’s another hippie one.  It was especially good because it was on the back of a Winnebago parked in front of the West Hollywood book store Bodhi Tree: According to this blog, Non-Judgement Day is a little further away, but that’s just a minor detail. #2 was spotted on the back of the Scion and expresses so beautifully...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Carbon Fiber

I can’t tell if it’s just LA, but this carbon fiber wanna be business is out of hand. Exhibit A: This is a carbon fiber hood. Exhibit B– this isn’t: Guess which one’s a douchebag?  Still fuzzy? Ok, let’s make is simple. If it’s a Volvo: It’s probably not.  Actually that one looks a lot closer in the photo than it did in person.  I’m gonna...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Racing Stripes

Historically, Americans have really been great at the racing stripe.  You’ve got your 70s Camaro: That’s such a dude.  If you don’t like that, there’s seriously something wrong with you.  To the more recent Dodge Challenger:   I even like how this one follows the path of the front intake nostrils (yeah, that’s the technical term smartypants), very nice. But guess who doesn’t really get...

Vespas, the prairie dogs of LA

Imagine this, you’re driving through the desert, let’s say.. in the middle of Texas.  Every few miles, a cute little rodent dashes across the road, you swerve to miss it, spill your Coke and curse a bit.  At the same time, you pity the prairie dog– risking its life every day just to get where it’s going.  Now imagine you’re rolling down Wilshire, trying to...