It might be a typically sunny afternoon in LA, but the
drivers in SoCal’s biggest city are in an uncharacteristically foul mood.
Squashed into the back of what feels like a motorised filing cabinet filled
with more static than Dixons on Christmas Eve, I can’t see very much of what’s
happening ahead. But I can see plenty of what’s going on either side, and it
A candy-floss-coiffured old dear wearing pearls and bifocals
in a gold Honda Civic is giving me, or rather the vehicle I’m riding in, the
finger. And a heavily tattooed Mexican with slicked-back hair in a Toyota
pickup is also visibly upset. What’s that he’s saying? “[Something very rude]” Oh, yes.
Words: Pat Devereux
This article was originally published in the December issue of Top Gear magazine