I love driving on the greater LA freeways. I have a passion for pavement (actually ribbed concrete is my favorite in the car, fresh blacktop on the moto - that sounds strangely sexual, and I guess it is). It was foggy/hazy when I awoke Sat morning. I planned to spend some quality time on some new to me freeways. Jetted out to Riverside via 134/210/91/10/15. I love the interchange from the 10 to the 15. I find freeway overpasses completely and utterly erotic. The curves and my knowledge of centrifugal force. The stacked criss-crossing curves often many many stories high.
One of my dreams is to have the LA freeways completely to myself to drive on them where ever I want, as fast as I want, in any car that I want. In your dreams, heather!
Later I discovered the toll roads of orange county. This is the most amazing concept. I've been on some before, but this day, I found 241 - a gorgeous stretch. Pay to go on a road where there are less people. It's too bad that I can't drive as fast as I want. The scenery was gorgeous on 241. I was driving my Aunt's big truck blasting the biwana bollywood mix CD. I pulled up to the toll both manned by an Indian and he smiled as my open window poured forth a strange mix of music for a white girl in southern california to have.
Later I unpacked the boxes from my grandmother's house. I closed it up earlier this summer and unwrapped package upon package of antique glass. Etched, green, cut, frosted, goblets, platters, glasses, serving dishes. I unpack them and put them on display. Not many have broken. There are a lot. Many many more than I can use.
I thought I knew it all about California. It's the center of my universe. One day, when I am finished with my time here, I will leave and burn like the letter I burned a few weeks ago. Until then, I will love her streets, her crimes, her tall building, her shudders, her tears, her mind-transforming landscapes. There's no place I love better than here.
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