Here In My Car

Spent some quantity time on a few LA freeways today. Californians are not kidding when they tell you the freeways are crazy here. First, there are a LOT of them and the number names are just too damn similar! There's the 110, the 210, the 710, and the plain old 10, and then we've got the 5, the 405, and the 605. And I guess just because they needed more with ones and zeros, the popular 1, and the 101. And those are just the tip of the freeway iceberg. There are a lot of numbers out there highway engineering people and all at your roadway numbering disposal. Would using a few more of them have made navigating the LA freeway system any more difficult? Then there are the Daytona 500 speeds. I guess because they're at a dead stop some of the time (sometimes, most of the time) when cars are actually moving, they are s-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y speeding. Now I've gotten my fair share, and probably some of your share too, of speed camera tickets in the last couple of years, but California drivers are zooming past me like I'm Sunday afternoon and they are Monday morning and way late for work. Add to that the sheer volume of automobiles and the road designs, those freeways are snaking in and around desert mountains after all, and you've got yourself one hella stressful commute.

Here's the thing though, you're stuck in traffic sure, but it's a beautiful day, your windows are down, your sunroof is open, your tunes are blaring, and when you get home, you get to jump in your pool.

As calm friend said ever so calmly, just make sure you've got a full tank of gas, a snack in the car, and used the restroom before you left.