During my stint in Los Angeles, when I had just moved to the sprawling metropolis, I was stuck mostly driving cars to and from my original place in Santa Clarita. It was, on a good day, a three-hour drive one way to the Automobile Magazine office in El Segundo. Basically, it was horseshit, and while my job necessitated driving new cars, I quickly swapped four wheels for two, and it cut that commute down to 45 minutes one way.
That's all thanks to Los Angeles' lane-splitting laws, which allowed me to scythe my way through traffic and get anywhere in the massive city in 1/4 of the time it would using a car or public transportation. It did, however, come with its dangers, as I was hit twice by drivers who weren't paying attention or, in one incident, didn't like that I was able to "Cut in line" while they were stuck.
