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Car Slut Confessions: Mr Clean

My first time was with an Italian. Of course it was, I’m so cliche. He was older, significantly so, but man, did he know what…

Gettin’ freaky via your vehicle happens a lot in this town. It’s one of the reasons I love LA. However, there are a few pockets…

My mom used to tell me, if you wait long enough, everything comes back in style. Now this was much more of a justification of…

I’ve got a friend in the South Bay who’s seen Jesus. In fact, she sees him just about every week, in his van, at the…

First, let’s answer the most burning question. Yes, it does rhyme with bacon. And no it does not rhyme with pecan. Feeling better? Yeah, me…

Or is it de-douche? I’m an English major, you’d think I’d know. But somehow they missed that during my higher education, so lame. Anyway, I…

It’s 4:30am and I’m fondling the snooze button wondering if it’s all really worth the effort. Do I really want to wake up before dawn…

This morning, I went to Super Car Sunday. It’s a great time. But it can often be, like many other car shows, an oversized circle…

70s moms were a unique breed. They smoked, they drank, they popped pills & burned bras. And we all lived. Here are some of the…

Ah, the electric car. Who doesn’t want one? No gas, instant torque and immediate access to the ranks of people who are rich enough to…