Objects launch themselves toward me on the roadway often in the Greater LA area. This was just one of the highlights of my nightly drive home from work along the 118 Westbound towards Simi Valley. I’ve deducted that objects fly off vehicles because:
A. People are in a rush
B. See above.
Since people are trying to everywhere in a hurry, they don’t take the time to say, tie down their mattresses. I assume the guy who pulled over must have been thinking, “WTF am I supposed to do now?!” I would probably have an anxiety attack. You can’t just go out in the middle of the road and wave everyone along. This isn’t Arcata.
A couple other disturbing instances –
People don’t check air pressure on their tires. I don’t really, either. It’s dumb, I know, especially considering I drive more than 80 miles every day. Recently a big rig had a tire pop right in front of me on the highway. I swerved out of the way, along with a few others. I see tire carcasses along the highway often, so I guess it happens all the time. But actually having one pop in front of you? SCARY AS HELL.
People also don’t make sure their dogs are secure in beds. On the 210 Eastbound, I saw a lifeless little dog laying in the middle of the roadway. In the LA area, it’s illegal to pull over. I can’t imagine anyone doing it anyway. I just felt back that the dog was laying there with three lanes of traffic zooming around him/her. I’m not sure how often police respond. I guess when they do, they criss-cross across lanes to alert traffic they need to slow down. Then they get out and take care of whatever is in the road. Bek, Rose and I witnessed this weird criss-crossy action a couple weeks ago on the 101 South.
The above three instances disrupting my commute have all happened in a little less than the almost two months I’ve lived in So Cal.
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