Monday, February 27, 2006

Its raining...

It took me almost ninety minutes to get home tonight, rain you see, slows everything down in Los Angeles. No accidents were reported by the second rate traffic reporters on the all news and talk radio stations. Just tons of people on the road at the same time. Friday afternoon it took me an hour to get home from Burbank at two thirty in the afternoon. No accidents. The offramps for Crenshaw and La Brea were backed up at least half a mile. And the traffic south on La Cienaga was crawling to Rodeo. I think this town should get an award for being the most poorly planned city in the universe. The freeways cannot handle the amount of traffic they endure everyday. And the city streets are no better, with the traffic signals so badly timed as to make driving even half a mile an ordeal. When will this place get it together? When we have the Olympics again?
In the summer of 1984, the streets were the most driveable they have been since probably the 1930s. Most of the residents left town for fear of the crowds of foreigners that were going to invade, and almost all of the trucks made their deliveries after dark. Which cut down on a lot of the traffic on the freeways. Everyone who stayed was pleasantly surprised. The hookers were scooted away from Hollywood and Sunset Blvds., and went to Santa Monica Blvd. The Olympic events I went to had no traffic jams leading to the venues, and no large throngs of foreigners threatening the local populace. That was two weeks of peace on the roads. It was almost a town deserted.
I think Los Angeles is about to burst with people and cars, like an ugly zit. The town will be a giant puss wart on the face of the earth, pop, and get swallowed up by the oil underneath it. Then it will be like it was before anybody moved here and wanted to be close to movie stars or in the movies.

1 comment:

Argyle Tigress said...

Quit yer whinin' and let's blow this pop stand...