The More-Than-Complete Story of Roadtrip 2007 & Waffles pt. 1

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First, I woke up late. No, worse than that, I worked late Tuesday night, like 2am, with a plane leaving the next morning from LAX at 8:50am AND DIDN’T EVEN SET MY ALARM! I’ve missed planes because I never heard my alarm, but never because I didn’t set my alarm. I wake up, of my own power at 6:30am having not packed. Luckily I had used my suitcase as a laundry bag, and had been living out of said laundry bag out of laziness. Zip zip, I’m packed. Now, how to get to the airport in a city the size of Brazil with no car. Click on the map to your left. I live pretty much where the slash is on the Vermont/Beverly listing along the Red Line, so I’m taking a bus down to Wilshire/Western at the end of the Purple line, taking that to 7th Street Metro Center, transferring to the Blue Line, taking that to the Rosa Parks stop, transferring to the Green Line, taking that to the Aviation stop and taking a shuttle bus to LAX. Who’s fucked? I’m fucked. What time did I get to the Airport? 7 fucking 50. UN-believable. IM-possible. Like getting from O’Hare to Midway in an hour twenty. Let me say this about Los Angeles Metro system, it rocks, it’s great, the trains run precisely on time and all the train cars smell like Jasmine. Every single L.A. citizen holds a bad opinion of a train/bus system they’ve never used. They are flat wrong. No trouble at the airport, unlike last time. Hey, that’ll be my next post and then we’ll get to Chicago.
One last thing. What’s with the Red Line being the central vein, the purple line running alongside the Red Line, and the Blue Line reaching the furthest? Ripoff Chicago much? There’s also an Orange Line not pictured which reaches as far north as the Blue does south. Ripoff. Now if Chicago could just ripoff L.A. Metro’s Spring Fresh smell.

los-angeles-map.gif

First, I woke up late. No, worse than that, I worked late Tuesday night, like 2am, with a plane leaving the next morning from LAX at 8:50am AND DIDN’T EVEN SET MY ALARM! I’ve missed planes because I never heard my alarm, but never because I didn’t set my alarm. I wake up, of my own power at 6:30am having not packed. Luckily I had used my suitcase as a laundry bag, and had been living out of said laundry bag out of laziness. Zip zip, I’m packed. Now, how to get to the airport in a city the size of Brazil with no car. Click on the map to your left. I live pretty much where the slash is on the Vermont/Beverly listing along the Red Line, so I’m taking a bus down to Wilshire/Western at the end of the Purple line, taking that to 7th Street Metro Center, transferring to the Blue Line, taking that to the Rosa Parks stop, transferring to the Green Line, taking that to the Aviation stop and taking a shuttle bus to LAX. Who’s fucked? I’m fucked. What time did I get to the Airport? 7 fucking 50. UN-believable. IM-possible. Like getting from O’Hare to Midway in an hour twenty. Let me say this about Los Angeles Metro system, it rocks, it’s great, the trains run precisely on time and all the train cars smell like Jasmine. Every single L.A. citizen holds a bad opinion of a train/bus system they’ve never used. They are flat wrong. No trouble at the airport, unlike last time. Hey, that’ll be my next post and then we’ll get to Chicago.
One last thing. What’s with the Red Line being the central vein, the purple line running alongside the Red Line, and the Blue Line reaching the furthest? Ripoff Chicago much? There’s also an Orange Line not pictured which reaches as far north as the Blue does south. Ripoff. Now if Chicago could just ripoff L.A. Metro’s Spring Fresh smell.

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