Tagged: g wagon

Help Me, G-sus: LA’s G Wagon Epidemic

The other day, a friend told me a hilarious story about her husband, who drives a Mercedes G Wagon. Driving to pick his daughter up from a playdate, he rolls into the driveway and sees the two girls playing in the yard. The girls run up to him. The daughter’s friend looks him and his car and says casually, “Nice Jeep.” That 8 year old’s...

Freak Of The Week: Karma Chameleon

Here in LA, it takes a lot of somethin’ to get people to stop what they’re doing and take notice of a car.  We’re all so numbed by the endless parade of $300k supercars, Bentleys with private drivers and matte black G-wagons that to get a group of non-tourists to stop what they’re doing on a Wednesday afternoon & gape at a particular ride, well you know that...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Attention Seekers

Here in La La Land, driving a fancy car is no big thang.  Buy yourself a G wagon and guess what’ll happen? You’ll park somewhere in West Hollywood next to another G wagon: Doh! Because of this, plenty of people take their exotic-anywhere-else-in-the-word automobile and embellish it a little (or a lot). You got your crazy colors:     “I just got an M3!” “Yawn”...

License Plate, Schplicense Plate

One of the best things about living in LA– license plates are optional. I swear to God.  Cars are bought and sold so much in this town that DMV just can’t keep up. Or maybe it’s that our government is so dysfunctional that it doesn’t have time to get around to it. I mean we all know that Arnold has had better things to do:...