California is one crazy state.
The last time I drove there, we flew into LA, rented a car at 3:00 A.M., and figured we would be out of LA before rush hour. Well, apparently it's always rush hour there! I hit the e-way and everyone had the pedal to the metal and were driving about 5 feet from the car in front of them! I learned real quick not to use my turn signal to change lanes, because if you gave the person notice that you wanted over, he would jump up and block you. You need to wait until they are distracted answering their phone or changing the TV station and jump over into their lane!
I think driving 55 through there would make you a traffic hazard!
Then driving down from San Francisco to LA, we took that route along the ocean. What a beautiful drive, if you were to ban all the loco drivers! The road twists and turn, there was stone wall rising up along the left and a guardrail (if you were lucky) and nothing on the right! I was driving a rented Taurus, driving about 5mph over the speed limit, white knuckling it around corners with the tires squealing in protest, all the while old ladies in Toyotas and Hondas were passing me on the blind curves and flipping me the bird!
It was bizarre!
Then I found out where all the VW microbuses went to die. Big Sur. Yep, I think it is a pre-requisite to moving there, a pair of leather sandals and a VW microbus.
Well, I am just rambling now, but you wouldn’t believe the things I caught while fishing out there!