I was in Los Angeles a few weeks back. I always enjoy going to LA. Not just because it’s the land of the
automobile but because I love seeing my name listed as the 34th individual on
the first class upgrade list. Thirty
fourth. The only thing good about being
34th is not being 35th.
Of course the guy in 33rd is saying the same thing about
me. Anyway.
Los Angeles truly is the land of the car. In less than ten miles after picking up the
rental car I saw a Bentley, Rolls Royce, Ferrari 458 and half a dozen
Porsches. I once read a third of the
world’s 911s reside in southern California.
I have no reason to doubt this claim, and in fact have anecdotal
evidence to support it (the aforementioned six Porsches in ten miles). During this trip it wasn't one of the many
expensive cars that caught my attention.
No, it was mid ‘70s orange MGB heading north bound on the 405 in morning
rush hour traffic.
If I had to list five cars manufactured in the past 50 years
that I absolutely wouldn’t want to be driving in Los Angeles morning commute
traffic I think the plastic bumper MGB would likely make the list. It’s not that I don’t like MGBs, I do. I just don’t trust them. Nobody should trust them. Not as reliable transportation anyway. As a fun, top down, smile inducing car to
drive within a eight mile radius of your house on a Sunday preceding a week where
you absolutely don’t have to be anywhere until Tuesday; they’re fantastic.
So, to the woman driving this MGB, my hat is off to
you.
You are clearly a bigger car
enthusiast than I. That or your Honda
was in the shop.
