Have you ever noticed that certain freeways have certain individual characteristics, almost personalities? Living in the LA area, I’ve come to learn the various temperments and characters to deal with:
10 Freeway (East-West)
Completely bipolar. Can be smooth sailing, then psychotic sudden stops, then innumerable semis, then clear, then sudden stop…and countless demonically possessed drivers who cut you off, drive on the shoulder, honk, cuss, and have the patience of a chihuahua on speed. Despite the push and rudeness, you’ll never hit 65mph–55-60 is good speed. I hate this freeway. This is where I had my accident, of course.
405 Freeway (North-South)
You will not reach the speed limit, at least not through LA. It doesn’t matter how many cars there are, you will be going 45mph. You won’t stop and go, there won’t be an accident, there won’t be a reason…everyone will just go 45 for an hour or so. Very strange.
101 Freeway (North-South section)
Complete psychopath through LA, complete snobbery through Ventura (where Monica Lewinsky had her accident). Hmm. Might be representative of the area.
60 Freeway (East-West)
Freakin’ semi convoy. It’s where the big dogs run, and if you ain’t a big dog, you’re in trouble.
Yes, this is truly random and mundane pointless stuff I felt like sharing. Mainly because I HATE THE FUCKING 10!
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