People in Southern California love their freeways. Ask them how
they get to work and they’ll say,
”
Well, I hop onto the 405 but it’ll likely be bogged down so I’ll
take the 5 ’til I can grab the 101, then jump down, turn around
and
…
”
If you’re confused, join the club. I mean, what’s up with with
our neighbors down south and all the
”
thes
”
in L.A.?
People in Southern California love their freeways. Ask them how they get to work and they’ll say, “Well, I hop onto the 405 but it’ll likely be bogged down so I’ll take the 5 ’til I can grab the 101, then jump down, turn around and …” If you’re confused, join the club. I mean, what’s up with with our neighbors down south and all the “thes” in L.A.?
Speaking of “the” freeways, have you experienced rush hour in L.A.? And by rush hour I mean anywhere between 12:01 a.m. and 11:59 p.m. – and that’s just on weekends. Yep, rush hour in SoCal is approximately 27 hours long. Per day. And the abnormal occurrence when you actually find a freeway not strangled with vehicles? That’s right. Traffic immediately clogs up because just ahead three lanes are now closed due to Caltrans sand-blasting graffiti from a freeway overpass at a cost of approximately $90 jillion, which has nothing to do with traffic, but still. I’m just saying.
And the term “rush hour?” What sicko thought that one up? When is the last time you “rushed” anywhere in L.A.’s rush hour traffic unless it’s to a hospital to treat the lethal blood pressure you acquire as you sit trapped in a steel hotbox while a huge diesel big rig blows smoke up your tailpipe.
Something you should know about driving in L.A. is that you never arrive anywhere on the same day you left. I don’t care if your destination is two exits down the road. You will encounter traffic jams the likes of which have never before occurred on Planet Earth. And carpool lanes? Forget about it. L.A. carpool lanes are scientifically designed to keep you from entering them. Ever. Unless possibly you are the driver of a hearse transporting a dead person because carpool lane signs don’t technically state that all of a vehicle’s occupants have to be alive.
But suppose you stumble upon one of those rare times when the planets all align in perfect order and you’re maintaining the L.A. freeway required minimum speed limit of 97 miles per hour. Suddenly the road is teeming with drivers careening violently past you. This is the beloved L.A. phenomenon known as the “I’ll-Drive-Like-A-Bat-Out-Of-Hell-Regardless-of-Where-I’m-Going-Just-Because-I-Can” state-of-mind. And that’s just the CHP officers. Hahahaha – no, I just made that up. L.A. freeways are the last place you’ll find a CHP officer. I mean, they’d be crazy to drive on those roads.
What you WILL find sharing the road with you in L.A. are fast, expensive cars. Ferraris. Lamborghinis. And at the other end of the spectrum? Ancient, custom-by-crash “muscle cars” that blow past you like you’re standing still. But for heavens sake, DO NOT HONK at the other drivers. In L.A. honking or other signs of annoyance will get you shot. Seriously.
Occasionally you’ll encounter drivers courteously using their turn signal indicating their intent to move to another lane. This is a major alert that you are following a car from another part of the country driven by an old person. That’s right. It is against the law to use turn signals or to be old in L.A. Besides, L.A. drivers like to surprise you with their quick impulsive moves on the highway. Angelenos are just fun like that. So if you’re following a vehicle with its turn signal engaged, it’s safe to assume that said turn signal was activated by a geriatric driver somewhere around Bakersfield.
And I hate to complain but could those freeways get any more confusing with their myriad of names? Interstate 5 is called the Golden State Freeway or simply “the 5.” If you’re south of downtown, I-5 is the Santa Ana Freeway. Even further south, I-5 is the San Diego Freeway. As is the Big Daddy of all SoCal freeways, “the 405” – legendary as one of the country’s most congested highways. But hey! It’s the only place in L.A. where you can park for free!
You could call Interstate 10 plain old “Interstate 10,” but where’s the fun in that? It’s referred to as the Santa Monica Freeway or the San Bernardino Freeway – depending on which direction you’re traveling. Unfortunately I’m not making this up.
And the highway we know here simply as “101” or the Bayshore Freeway? Yep, those full-of-fun folks in L.A. have a whole bevy of names for that one. In some areas it’s the Hollywood Freeway. Driving toward the southern coast? It’s the Ventura Freeway. Or the Ventura Freeway could be SR-134 if you’re in Burbank. Got all that? Nope, me neither.
So what do you do if you’re going to L.A. and find yourself stuck on one of “the” freeways? You pray. You pray REALLY HARD that gas climbs to $20 a gallon. Now THAT would clear away some serious traffic!
