HelL-A: Part 1

I'm not one of those people who requests a window seat on a flight and who looks out and oohs and aahs and gets all excited when you can see the grid of a city, or even the grand canyon (zzzzz). ..I'm the exact opposite. I ask for the aisle seat as far up front as I can, so when the time comes I can get off the plane as fast as possible. Upon arriving in LA, I was rudely awakened by the young, doily knitting Christians who were sitting beside me, telling me to "Look at your new city" (I'd made the mistake of talking to one of them, which just turned into her preaching at me for a bit until I had to cut her off) So, since I was already awake I cranked my neck to overlook the right side of the plane and honestly I couldn't see anything. There was smog. Pilots must feel like they are landing in an endless fog when they touch down in LAX. The ride home from the airport was the obvious answer for the greenish, yellowish, white(ish?) clouds that hover over the city. I'd seen big freeway's before-San Francisco's Bay Bridge, Oregon, New York City, Dallas (cringe), but I'd never seen anything 14 lanes before. Mind you, 14 lanes with bumper to bumper traffic. The next day I forced myself to just get in the car and drive. This town is purely a car culture and if I have the choice of sinking or swimming, well I just might as well drive.