Moralia

Another day, another wild ride on the freeways.  Why is it that so many drivers seek to turn a simple lane change into a psychotic game of automotive chicken?  I drove in this city for 25 years, and don’t recall ever being as nervous on the freeway as I have been this trip.  But then LA wasn’t as crowded, my eyesight wasn’t as bad, my car didn’t fill up as much of the lane, and the horde of children in the back seats wasn’t as big.  And I hadn’t spent three years living in a small city with a single interstate highway, a nice little highway with only two lanes in each direction, and only three exits in the entire city.  Now you see why all this seems a little much, even to an LA native.  Better make that an ex-native who’s now a full-fledged hick.

If you happen to know (Patrick, maybe?) if there’s a patron saint of freeways, please say a little prayer to him or her on my behalf.