Pkin and I were on our way home and the freeway was moving nicely. We are always happy when that happens. Pkin, the ever conscientious driver, sees ahead that a CHP truck is driving across the road. Across all five lanes of traffic which is not the best sign. Then suddenly the tail lights in front of us and all around us turn red. It's the middle of the day, near the holidays and Caltrans is doing maintenance and graffiti abatement. They are painting out sprayed-on paint with a roller. The kids that do the graffiti do it in seconds without a cherry picker, the Caltrans orange lighted sign truck AND the CHP escort. This is the only in LA category.
Makes you wonder.
I tried to take a picture of the trail of cars behind us. At least we could see the reason traffic had stopped. The people in the back didn't have a clue. There was no honking, just the boom-boom-boom of some idiot who wanted to lose his (they are usually male) hearing and bother the rest of society.
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