God goes Old Testament on L.A.
Those of you watching the weather portion of the news lately may have seen a special note about the city of Los Angeles. This, the city that never sees rain, has beeen deluged the past couple weeks.
Starting yesterday afternoon around 3:30 it started a steady downpour that varied from a heavy drizzle to torrential sheets of water for more than twelve hours. I say "more than" because I went to sleep at 3:30 am and it was still going.
I borrowed Julie's car last night, so at eleven in the evening I went to pick her up from work. To get there I had to drive down Laurel Canyon through the winding Hollywood Hills road in the pouring rain. To do so safely I was only going about 30 mph in what was normally a 35 mph zone.
You should have seen the caravan of jerk-ass tail-gaters behind me.
These people here have NO idea what-so-ever of how to drive in the rain. They don't slow down, they don't allow more following room, and they tend to get into accidents when it's wet.
A lot.
As I'm twisting my way through this I look in the rear-view and think 'You know, I'm probably saving all your lives. You should thank me. But you won't. You'll just flip me off as you whiz by when it widens to two lanes.'
Welcome to Los Angeles.
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