Jay Honeck opined

I learned to ride here and it's pretty much all I know. I have
a feeling if you can live for 18 years on a motorcycle in this
traffic (where I've actually had people TRY to run me off the
freeway because 80 wasn't fast enough*) then I must be doing
something right.

LA is the only place I've ever ridden where (a) I was actually spat at, and
(b) people actively tried to cut me off.

And I was riding a Gold Wing, with Mary on the back. Not exactly the
"outlaw" biker you might expect would raise people's ire.

Well, no wonder. The rules are inverted out there. For respect you need to be an
outlaw biker. Or maybe a cafe racer.

A strange bunch, out there in La-la land...

Strange indeed.


-ash
Cthulhu in 2005!
Why wait for nature?