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…
Love Letters
In Defense of The Gas Guzzler
Smaller! Lighter! More fuel-efficient! Yay! I’m so sick of fuel-efficient cars, I could barf. I mean, I get it– smog blows, no one wants a…
How You Doin’, El Camino?
It’s happened to all of us. Somewhere random, like a grocery store, restaurant or gym, you get confronted by someone– someone mysteriously attractive– claiming that…
The Diane Keaton of Cars
In this land of billionaires, Bugattis and Botox, looking for a flashy car is kinda like looking for fake boobs…throw a rock and you’ll hit…
To All The Cars I’ve Loved Before
You know when you break up with someone and it hurts.. a lot? Then, maybe a month, a week, a year later, you are forced…
VW, VW wherefore art thou? VW…
I’ve been thinking a lot about VWs lately. How’s that, you ask, dear reader? First of all, on my commute through Topanga Canyon every day,…
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 guys that…
Is That A Woody In Your Pocket?
I saw this Morris Mini Station Wagon this morning on Topanga Canyon Blvd in Topanga. Great color, mint condition, totally sweet. Then while’s she’s all…
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…