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I’m in Los Angeles. For bidness, you know.

The freeways here are huge, big, amazing. Yes, everyone talks about them, and I think I’ll chip in. I’m a huge fan of the “carpool lane” idea—if you have two or more people in the car, you get to ride in a super special lane on the left that goes faster. Now there’s a grand idea from the school of economics: build a an external incentive into the environment to shape human behavior. Or maybe that’s sociology. No wait, psychology? But hey, I like it.

My rental’s a Pontiac Grand Am. Can someone tell me why all these rental cars have to be white? Does it keep the company’s insurance costs down? Because it keeps my visual excitment down. Anyhow, the Grand Am is actually reasonably fast, and I’m enjoying the break from my geriatric 1987 Toyota Camry, even if I look like white trash while doing it.

And lastly: valet. What is the deal here? To me, this is just a small step above the gas station attendant. I drove my car to a place, dammit, so I think I can handle parking it. On the other hand, perhaps it’s just more glamorous, and if there’s anything the world needs, it’s glamour, right?

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