Dear Los Angeles,
Let me get this straight–one 10-mile (or so) stretch of road is going to be closed for 53 hours and y’all are panicking like Franklin before a snow storm.
I must be missing something because 53 hours without getting on a major freeway sounds like heaven to me.
Interstates are for going to work. Interstates are for traffic. Going fast. Worrying about the teenager texting (illeagally) in the next lane.
Interstates are for Monday-Friday.
Two-lane roads are for the weekend. Two-lane roads are for going a little slower with the windows rolled down. Two-lane roads are for going to a friend’s house for dinner. A visit to the farmer’s market. Or a trip to Main Street.
So how about this, Los Angeles–enjoy a few interstate-free days. Hang around your neighborhood. Take a day off. Go for a walk.
Surely you can live for 53 hours without getting on the 405.
As far as I’m concerned, the only place I want to go on the interstate is to the airport.