Now that I have settled into my robust 40-minute daily commute, I am finding the time to smell the roses, so to speak, and appreciate what our car-culture here in L.A. has to offer.
- Moments of Zen: See above, Buddha patiently sitting in traffic
- Conversations with strangers: A cool afternoon and traffic going about 15 mph, so my windows are rolled down for a change. Out-of-town driver in next car: "Excuse me! Is the 405 freeway that way?" Me: "Um, yeah. About 15 or 20 more miles." Out-of-town driver: "Oh, good. I didn't want to miss it." Me: "Don't worry, you have a long way to go."
- People-watching: A teenage girl in a passenger seat screaming with laughter, holding an Icee. A barefoot man slowly exiting the freeway on a downtown off-ramp.
3 comments:
Dude, are you burying the lede? Was the barefoot man operating a human-powered Flinstones car? How did you know that he lacked shoes?!
I'll be disappointed if the answer is just that he was walking ... :P
I wasn't trying to bury the lede. I'm only guilty of vague word choice. He was indeed walking. A Flinstones car would have been much better.
I saw the exact same pick-up truck with Buddha this past weekend!
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