My husband and I recently endured a nightmare that began in early December when I was mugged and our car was stolen. Everything wound up being resolved pretty well. Our car was never recovered, so in the end we got a new car out of it. (Please, if you don’t have it already, sign up for comprehensive insurance immediately.) I would have liked to see the little creep put in jail, and there was an entire case of SmartWater in the trunk, but otherwise I can’t complain. The new car? Awesome. And because my husband has a Vespa that he uses for his commute (and pretty much everything else) I got to pick out the car. This means it’s a stick shift, which means I have to teach an old dog new tricks (how he never learned to drive stick is beyond me) if I don’t want to be the only driver indefinitely. This doesn’t worry me. What I am concerned about, though, is where to go for our first out-of-town trip. My husband wants to go to San Francisco for a concert. I am totally OK with this plan in theory, but there are two problems: it could be pricy, and that’s a long trip for my pelvis to endure (I’m pregnant). The seats are super-comfy, but I’d still be sitting for six hours.
Anyway, to get to my (incredibly long-winded) point, I am looking into possible day trips. The goal is to drive a couple hours, see nice scenery, eat, possibly “do” something, and either come home or spend the night in a cheap motel. (Er, but not too cheap…)
I’m looking for ideas.
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I’m from New York, where the taxi cab is a creature both revered and feared. New Yorkers (at least those of us from Manhattan) generally can drive, but rarely put the skill to practice. This leaves the subway and, of course, taxis. The cabs tend to be battered shells of what they once were (like LA, I believe many are out-of-commission police cruisers sold at auction) that leak thick black smoke from their exhaust pipe (and nowhere else if you’re lucky). Cabs are, as I say, a necessary evil in New York.
I am not actually sure what purpose cabs serve in Los Angeles. I believe people that live here without owning a car to be mythical, even though I personally know several.
Stopped at a red light today in Studio City, I noticed a cab waiting to turn out of a parking lot. But there was something…funny about it. It looked like a yellow and black alien bug. Because it was a Prius! I was so surprised that I made my husband confirm it. I would have taken a picture but I never, ever remember to bring my camera with me except when I don’t need it.
I can think of a lot of reasons for a cabbie to drive a hybrid vehicle. Better gas mileage means more profit, for one. For another, approved hybrids (including the Prius) can get a sticker that allows them in carpool lanes with no passengers. I imagine that would speed up trips to LAX considerably.
The cab was City Cab #688. For anyone who might prefer an eco-friendly cab ride in the valley, their number is (according to this website) 818.252.1600.