Living in LA for 5 years has meant that I've driven all over the state mainly for film, wine, and of course Vegas;) I've had great times in my car with friends, from getting stuck on the side of the PCH in 4th of July traffic to blasting Michael Jackson and Disney music with friends in the middle of Hollywood at ungodly hours. I've been stuck in WAY TOO MUCH TRAFFIC IN LA. But I have been wonderfully entertained countless of times by the crazy folks of Hollywood (a special shout out to the man who was wandering down Hollywood Blvd. in a backless hospital gown while I was on my way to work several years ago). I would have loved it if my car, "Legolas", had the ability to punch assholes's cars who cut me off in Beverly Hills or didn't wave a thank after I let them in (pet peeve). An "Inspector Gadget" situation would have made Los Angeles traffic somewhat more bearable.
This past Saturday, I drove an Australian car without hurting Richard, the car, or myself. This seems like a pretty substantial feat given the circumstances. With both driving from the right side of the car and on the other side of the road, I was really weirded out when I first got behind the wheel. It was so tripy going against 13 + years of experience. I would automatically reach for levers that weren't there because everything except for the gas/brake pedal are on the opposite side. It was also somewhat challenging making sure the car was placed exactly in the middle of the lane. I'm a fan of the grooved pavement on the road shoulder that would remind me every time I drifted too far to the side to get my shit together. I have yet to drive in the city, but I ended up successfully maneuvering on the highway which was an unexpected feat.
It has been great doing so much walking in the city, but I will admit, I miss having a car. I thought I had sworn off "English driving", but am very happy to have gone back on my word.
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