Car

Few places in California are as hallowed and sacred as the two inches your car might creep into a driveway. I

When I came back from Lake Tahoe after 6 measly days away, I went into immediate Car Shock by the

Because I’m a grain of sand in the crapped-on, dead fish smelling beach of our once-great, now questionable nation, I

Everywhere I go in LA there are these large, shiny, metallic mechanical objects flying past me, in front of me,

“Your car needs more than a wash.” Hey, I didn’t come here to get insulted, Mr. Car Wash Ticket Guy!

My emergency brake (sp?) needs to be tightened. Last week, my car rolled across the street and onto the sidewalk

Last night I saw a car with three bumper stickers, “I Love My Pit Bull,” “Trust the Godess,” and “Stop

I’m frequently criticized for a disorder known as Compulsive Neatness (I have an aversion to sand, layers of dust, and

I was in a road rage on my way to yoga today, and on my way home after yoga. However,

I went to get my oil changed today, and a hundred dollars later I drove away feeling like I must