One of the biggest hurdles about Los Angeles is the difficulty involved in normal everyday travel. How you get from point A to point B can be painful beyond imagination. Everyone complains about the traffic, including me. As a matter of fact, there are times when my day is centered on the constant goal of figuring out a way to avoid it. Insane huh? Dreaming of an easier path to nowhere. Fighting the urge to curse out the driver in front of me who’s going 20 miles slower than the flow of traffic; riding behind the guy or girl who doesn’t understand how important it is for me to reach my destination ahead of them. Everyone becomes afflicted with this condition, which I refer to as TTI – Temporary Traffic Insanity. Get out of my way!!
Why do so many of us travel alone? Why does it seem as if every car has one occupant? The carpool lanes always look empty or is it just me?
Confession time. I’ve completely avoided every single opportunity I’ve had to carpool. Why? What am I afraid of? Afraid to lower my carbon footprint? Afraid to socialize on a personal level? Afraid to rely on someone else? Afraid that I might enjoy the experience? Maybe I’m afraid that I would lose my identity as someone who drives. Isn’t that what Los Angeles is all about – the kind of car we drive? Not how you get there, but what you arrived in. I used to believe that the only reason to valet your car was to raise your social profile. Let everyone see what you came in. Shallow. Beyond shallow.
My car offers solace. A time to think. My time to sing. A time to wonder. My time to plan. A time to be. My time for me.
If patience is a virtue, Los Angeles is the city of virtue. Traffic is here to stay. Accepting it is a choice you must make. Now, please excuse me while I go back to staring out the window, waiting for the traffic to ease up – just enough for me to get back in my car. Or maybe I’ll wait another 30 minutes.