There are a handful of places that I feel I know. There are less I’d say I know well. But I know pockets, and I’ve been known to be somewhat observant, and as I continue to travel, and experience, I’d like to try to share that with you.
I currently live in a world called Los Angeles. It’s an odd sort of place, but not without its charm–personally I delight in its weirder quirks. However, when I communicate my current residence to other travelers, I have noticed some great trepidation around transportation. And while I cannot in good faith say that this fear is completely unwarranted, I would like to make a case for why it is an experience you should not be miss out on.
Much like the subway is a huge part of New York city, and BART is signature to San Francisco, traversing the many interstates and streets that connect the Los Angeles neighborhoods is integral to truly experiencing the area. It’s a strange part of their personality, and while occasionally, unnecessarily hostile, it’s almost endearing if you take the right mindset about it.
Additionally, the public transit system leaves a lot to be desired. Ultimately you’ll limit where you can go, and while it’s not nearly as bad as the locals make out–I really value how I spend my time and waiting for infrequent and inconsistent transit was not, nor has ever been my cup of tea. Alternatively, depending on your plans for while you’re here, if you attempt to taxi/lyft/uber everywhere, you’re going to be paying at least double–probably more–than if you rented a car.
So my recommendation to drive has held pretty firm. Besides, as they say, when in a post-apocalyptic desert, do as the locals do.
…they say that here, right?