In fact, we drive 2.9 trillion miles a year on average.
Not your typical fender-bender.
I eat out of paper bags and Styrofoam containers.
I walked slowly around the house and realized what that noise was.
“I’m a really good driver,” says every driver ever.
Los Angeles vs. New York is a rivalry as classic as Betty vs. Veronica, as old as the Montagues vs. the Capulets. But really, they aren’t comparable. Los Angeles is its own unique being; a place that I have grown to love.
“Jeez, Red, you got a lotta rules,” she laughed, but there was tension in her voice now, something I hadn’t heard back at the rest stop.
I gripped the steering wheel in frustration.
“There’s an energy crisis happening, all right: a human one.”