In LA we hired a car. This was so that we could drive up to San Francisco. That's no small drive. Roughly 5 hrs or more worth, depending on the route you use. We fortunately had a gps. Straight off I tried to get into the drivers door. It still feels wrong to be a passenger in the front right seat. From the very start, my husband (let's call him G) tried to veer into another lane. Not the left lane as you'd think, but the Right. Now we're back home I've noticed that he tends to try to veer to the left. Weird. Anywho, I was continually telling him off about which made any journey pleasant.
Second he kept speeding. Thought he could get away with it being in miles, but the cars speedo had kilometers on it too. I also noticed that we were not just "keeping up with the traffic" as G said, but in fact overtaking some. More fun discussions followed.
Third; the traffic. It's always busy!! No matter what the time, the highways are always busy and there's so many roads, crisscrossing etc. You don't just exit right to get off a freeway. No no no. You merge left, usually to get from one freeway to another and exit right to get onto a side (or main) road. Not all the time though. Gaaarh!! Peak hour is particularly vile. We got stuck for 3 hrs in the same small patch of road in Beverly hills. Very nice houses.
On a side note in Beverly hills, there is no overhead power, no medical centers, gas stations or shops, just lovely houses. Interesting don't you think?
Eventually we got out of there, but it wasn't fun.
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