Like driving in L.A.?

Driving in L.A. is like 
a waay gnarly experience 

(as I like quickly discovered while visiting.)

Here's some 

hella dope advice...
for driving in the Land of LA-LA…
"Drive both defensively and offensively."

It would like behoove (yes, behoove) you 

to be cautious of other drivers around you, 

AND

at the same time 

ready to put your lead foot down...

pedal to the metal style

and speed by raging lunatics

 to avoid impending trouble.

(So like...put some offense in that defense.)

Driving in LA is exactly 180 degrees different 

(and 2,950 miles apart)

 from driving on Interstate 89 in VT.  

On Interstate 89 you only have to defend against an occasional falling rock 
or a

sketchy 

derelict deer.

This Kat 
(I like to refer to myself in the 3rd person) 

is not used to 5 and 6 lanes of highway

going in the same direction…

especially when I'm not sure of my direction.

 That is why I employ 

(actually she's not paid a lot)

Gabby, my GPS
who is like
locked and loaded on my phone as co-pilot 

to help me navigate the 

highways, byways, and freeways.

I love how Gabby shouted out directions...

ala Californian style …

telling me to take 

THE 405.
(Totally Epic)

Now I'm wondering if I like employ Gabby in Maine,

would she give directions ala Maine-iac style?

"You can't get there from here."

The problem I had with Gabby in LA LA Land 
was her delay in calling out directions. 

There were like two many times (yes 2) 

when Gabby told me to take THE 405

but a little too late

so I like had to risk my
life, limb, and lunch

trying to get over lanes.

Duuude...Thanks not for the heads up.
Totally not cool.

Anywhoooo……

whatevs

I sure miss my trusty legit co-pilot.

The cute guy who is head and shoulders above Gabby.

PaulA you presume?

awww  nawww…not that guy.

This guy....

the best co-pilot. ever. 

Duncandog barked out directions 
better than the best of them.

"Okay,Dunc...direct me to the nearest In-N-Out
for a double double animal style."

Like Later, Dudes