I left Santa Rosa Plateau around 5:00. My hotel was just under an hour away, but I didn’t care to spend the evening sitting in my room. I decided to do something silly. I battled the traffic — and yes, there is traffic on L.A. freeways even on Sunday night — to Ingleside, near LAX, to see the famous Randy’s Donuts.
I soon discovered two things about driving in Southern California. First, everybody tailgates and rides their brakes, and, two, motorcycles are allowed to ride between lanes and cut between cars. This seems ridiculous and dangerous, and I’m not sure I understand the logic. Apart from the fact that they squeeze through some narrow spaces, they also are traveling at 60 mph when everyone else is doing 20 mph, so they’re flying past you before you even know they’re there.
I parked and walked about and took some photos before making my purchase. I found a spot to place the red chair on a newspaper box. I also bought three donuts — two that I ate immediately and one I ate the next morning. They were very good — probably not worth a 100-mile drive, but still.
