Having been living in LA for a while now, I’m starting to figure the place out. I know which beach is where, what everything on the In & Out secret menu is, who lurks on Santa Monica Blvd in Hollywood at night. Most importantly: I know the amount of time it’ll take to get somewhere on highways instead of freeways. Since arriving it’s mostly been a Bike & Bus lifestyle for me, so until recently I had never personally driven during rush hour. What a difference that hour can make… and let me tell you, it’s never just an hour.
It seems like every single car in existence is here and everyone’s going in the same direction at the same time. If people live at the beach, they work inland. If they live inland, they work at the beach. I really wish we could have all coordinated this a little bit better from the beginning and life would be a LOT easier each day. Everyone back home… please get it right when the Upstate NY boom finally happens.
Freeways. Ha. That’s a cute way of putting it. I wouldn’t normally recommend texting while driving, but in this kind of traffic I could probably fingerpaint a modern art masterpiece on my front windshield and still wouldn’t miss a beat. Guess where I’m writing this blog from?
You’re not waiting for traffic while just driving, either. As pedestrians we always wait… patiently… at a red crosslight. It’ll be 2am, with not a car in sight, but if that orange hand is there we are NOT going to cross. Meanwhile, back in the south side of Syracuse, a dozen live action Frogger games are being played simultaneously on every street. The place is one city-wide game of musical chairs. Nobody stands there and waits for the light, that’s just silly. A mere formality of the traffic system. Do they even have them? I honestly can’t remember if it was a city-wide thing or only on a select few. Regardless… out here we are hamsters.