
The prologue: I’d never really driven in a big city when I moved to LA, so the first year I lived here, my dainty hands developed calluses where I gripped the steering wheel for dear life. Difficult-to-read street signs, aggressive drivers, strange neighborhoods, aggressive drivers, my boat of a car, congested highways, unpredictable pedestrians, left-turn-on-red, aggressive drivers, and aggressive drivers. The stress of it all sent me into more than one anxiety attack—which didn’t help my driving one bit. I gradually calmed down, got to know my neighborhood, familiarized myself with main arteries and a few shortcuts, and joined the flow of traffic. I’m glad I got that under control. Frankly, driving in LA is a great way to sneak a peak at the city and its colorful inhabitants. I intend to share my driving tales of adventure and words of wisdom in the Blogtourage. I shall call it: Observations from my car.
There’s a rainy season in LA. It’s usually short and light, but it’s still wet.
LA is a city of transplants. One assumes that a large number of these transplants moved from somewhere with rain. Or snow. Or locusts. But some sort of inclement weather must be presupposed otherwise they wouldn’t have left (professional aspirations aside).
The unfortunate truth, however, is that Angelinos can’t drive in the rain.
Driving in to work today on a residential stretch of Hollywood Boulevard, I came across a vicious car accident involving an automobile and a Hollywood sign (a street sign labeled Hollywood). The street sign looked bent out of shape, and the fancy-pants car looked broken. No one was hurt-except the reputation of Angelinos continually damaged by impatient and dangerous drivers. I wish the scene had shocked me, but I expect to see dumb accidents when I go out in the rain here.
Some might blame rubber-neckers looking for starlets or studio execs testing the limits of their new Porche 911 GT3, but I proffer a more pedestrian explanation: It rarely rains here, so the streets are slick much longer than the initial 30 minutes allotted to careful driving elsewhere.
I offer a stern demand to impatient bad weather drivers: Chill out! Driving in the rain is the time to enjoy being in your car, moving at a slower pace and not a time to insist on arriving at your destination. Let’s be honest. You’re probably already fifteen minutes late, and you’re probably on your cellphone, so call the people you’re meeting and let them know you’ll be another five minutes. Save a street sign while you’re at it. Or a life. Or that Porche.
I don’t know what to do under locust driving-conditions. I guess “be careful” applies there as well.