Only In LA

I See London, I See France, These Cars Look Like Underpants

Of all of the bizarre car trends of late, the one that perplexes me the most is the nude car.  I can handle the colored wheels, bedazzled license plates are fine, even a pimped out Prius doesn't seem as wrong...

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...

Only In LA: Errands like an Angelino

So I’m hanging out in front of a store in West Hollywood the other day, and I see a spanking new Carrera Turbo roll up and the passenger door opens.  Out of the car comes one of LA’s ubiquitously beautiful...

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 one.  Like my friend Garrett told me before I moved here, “BMW is the Honda...

Only In LA (a new MM series)

In addition to the ever-popular Dude, Or Douchebag series, MM is adding Only In LA– a series dedicated to the wonky stuff that only happens here in the land of fruit, nuts and billionaires. Here to kick us off is...

“You Are What You Drive” (Bite Me!)

I think it’s funny that when I head to other cities, people always say to me “Yeah, LA, you are what you drive, right?”  And they say it in this bitchy, condescending way. Pisses me right off. To you, I...

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