Driving is a strategy

Today's 7:30-8:10pm play-by-play:

She merges to the far right lane. Overtakes the truck via lane 2 and comes back in front of the minivan in lane 3. Waits to get space. Moves in and makes it in front of the corolla in lane 4. Yes!

How I got there -

So I understand it's LA and there HAS to be traffic ALL THE TIME, but 7:40ish on a Sunday night is not exactly what I would consider traffic time. I guess I was wrong...

The WHOLE WAY back to my apartment I had cars around me. Now granted, it wasn't stop and go (thank GOD), but it was the kind where you can't go faster than maybe 60. Ugh. Now normally I go home on Sundays around 10pm when I hit no one but a few stragglers on the road that drive at a rather comfortable speed for me. But I had a paper to write and I left my book at my place so I needed to chop chop home early as possible. Clearly I'm still adjusting.

So I decide to be the most efficient driving strategist, I need to figure out a plan to maneuver around these old, stubborn trucks and sedans that can't keep up with the speed of the night.

I overtake the annoying early 90s corolla that's impeding my acceleration. You know, there's a sign that reads "Slower Traffic Merge Right" on the 60. Stubborn drivers. As I think to pull another merge and overtake scheme, I see a black Ford Taurus to my right. Is that a cop car?

Ugh! I hate Ford Tauruses... they ALL look like cop cars at night and I don't want to take the risk.. After someone so kindly told me that sometimes the po-po aren't marked, they just have those extra side mirrors, I am far more cautious of the possible highway deception.

I also drove cautiously on the 10 a few miles before the fork where the left lane comes awfully close the center divider. I mean really, really close. So close you think you'll hit with the slightest glitch. So close that you contemplate changing lanes to the right to protect your precious automobile but you don't because you don't want to slow down when you're SO close to home. You know? After my roommate lost her side view mirror after a vicious attack by the fob indicator in our garage, I'm scared for Maximus' side protrusions. But I was relentless nonetheless.

I made it to my place in roughly 42 minutes - 12 minutes slower than last Sunday but still better than mapquest.

Is it just me or has that Tattoo Expo sign on the 10 W been there since ... 1990?

Aaron, I'm here.