Oh, moms. They’re always there for us, worrying about our diets, speculating on our lack of sleep, and, of course, smacking our motorcyles out from our crotches with the front of their Hyundais. Like this mom did to her son a few days ago in Washington state.
This is a touching conversation between mother and son. Dale Jr. came in ninth today at the Brickyard 400 in Indianapolis and his mother saw a little bit of the old man in his performance.
So does everyone in Brooklyn drive a 1993 Honda Accord? Because if so, it's easy to make this mistake this well-meaning mom did. While her daughter and friends were on vacation, the car-sitter moved an Accord identical to an Accord belonging to one of the women, causing a clusterfuck of trouble.
Web entrepreneur Robert Himler decided before he took his mother on her inaugural ride in his 1,250-hp twin-turbo Lamborghini Gallardo, he'd hide a video camera to capture her reactions. He's going to need something special when Mother's Day rolls around.
Today's moms don't subscribe to the same, tired prestige products to which their moms did. They go for crossovers over minivans, Dexedrine over cocaine and custom made over off-the-rack. For their kids' strollers, a snooty Peg-Perego or McLaren simply will not do. For these moms, there's the Roddler. It combines…