It’s widely accepted that Angelinos (Los Angeles natives) can’t drive worth a damn in the rain. I’ve also determined that they / we are incapable of merging, but I never imagined that the average LA driver, who has no issue driving a thousand miles an hour in every lane but the left one (grrr) would be challenged by hills.
Some context. I learned city driving in Boston where driving is a blood sport. Bostonians are often technically capable drivers, but they just don’t care about you, the speed limit, the road conditions or pedestrians, especially pedestrians. The average Boston cabbie, I believe, could pop a bootlegger in the middle of Mass Ave and drift into a parking spot with inches to spare while holding a Dunkies, smoking a Marlborough and flipping you off.
In contrast, LA drivers are often clueless. Merging means coming to a complete stop at the end of the onramp before moving onto a freeway. Parallel parking means circling for a valet cause it’s just too hard. Rain is scary and it means driving too fast or too slow and there is no situational awareness, at all, ever.
And HILLS, for the love of gawd. The same person who will drive 90+mph swerving in and out of traffic loses their mind when presented with a hill.
Los Angeles has many hills, and the freeways go over / through them in passes; Cahuenga, Sepulveda, Newhall and further out, Tejon, Cajon. This entails driving up a hill, then down a hill. Sometimes a steep one and sometimes for miles. It’s not necessarily because of the condition or type of cars, and I expect it from trucks, but a BMW going 60 up the Sepulveda Pass, who was just going a buck ten across the valley floor, brings out my inner Bostonian. Every. Time.
Can anyone explain this phenomenon? Why are hills so scary? Cliffs I get, but hills? And I understand why downhill might be scary because of the sense of the car pulling and being out of control, but uphill? smh.