Week 4 @ GA: Driving in LA F*&$ing Sucks

I have officially been in LA for 1 month! And what have I learned you ask? 

Driving in LA really really sucks. Here are some letters that I would like to write... (Warning: This post may sound like complaining, but it's just fact-stating.)


Dear LA Drivers, 
The bar on the left side of your steering wheel moves up and down. Some flip it up to signal that they are turning right. Some flip it down to signal that they are turning left. Others, do both just to make their fellow drivers aware of their next move. This is called common courtesy. DO it.

Dear California Dept. of Transportation,
What is the speed limit of the road I am driving on? Pick a road. Any road. What is the speed limit??

Dear Santa Monica Parking Police,
Is it not bad enough that you don't allow the girl with out-of-town plates to have a beach parking lot pass to park within walking distance of her course? But then when said girl finds a free residential street to park on 2 miles from her destination, forcing her to bike the rest of the journey, is giving her a parking ticket because it was a street cleaning day really necessary? Also, should said parking ticket be $64?? No. Have a heart. Clean around her tiny Prius.

Dear Inventor of Tandem Parking Spaces,
How is this ever a good idea? No, seriously. What is this? How many marital fights do you cause on a daily basis because a husband or wife has blocked their significant other in and they have to get to work? Dumb.

Dear LA Parking Sign Creators,

Wtf? For real? I'll read your signs. I'll even try to decipher them, but I will never feel comfortable parking near your signs until the day that the curb turns green next to my car to tell me I'm approved to park there. I require system feedback. In the meantime, I'll be running out to my car every hour making sure that I don't have a ticket.

Dear Dual Exit Creator for Carpool Lanes and Regular Lanes,

Let me tell you a story. A girl is driving on a highway she is unfamiliar with and it's nighttime. Her map is telling her to exit in 1 mile and she sees a sign for a left exit so she gets in the left lane. (Not the carpool lane, but the far left lane for single drivers. Oh and thank you LA Highway department for reminding me of my singleness even while I'm driving...) A quarter of a mile later she sees a sign for a right exit and she proceeds to confusingly cross all lanes to get to the right lane. And then one last time she sees a left exit sign and has to zoom all the way across the highway screaming expletives to make it to the left exit. Suddenly, she realizes that she is in the carpool only lane and that this carpool lane exit lasts a good mile or so. Her heart is pumping, but thankfully it was dark outside and that no cop would be able to tell if she had a passenger in her car or not. Even though she may have survived this tale unscathed, ticketless, and all-the-wiser for her next journey the idea of dual exits is crazy confusing. Be normal and stick to 1 exit lane. K thanks.

Ok, so this may have been complaining...

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!! This is what I'll be doing :)