Are you kidding me? A kid from little old Massachusetts (an entire STATE which is maybe 1/4'th the size of greater LA) turned loose in LA with all those freeways and boulevards and Spanish-sounding names and stuff? Here in "East Massachusetts" we have precisely three major highways: I-90 East/West, and I-95 or I-495 North/South. That's it. REALLY hard to get lost around here. Besides, the ocean is always right where it's supposed to be, to the EAST, not the West! Put the ocean on the wrong side and it messes us up all the time!
So I left Rancho (which, BTW, took me two HOURS to find in the first place) just before 6pm and headed what I thought was kinda South, but you have to remember that everything is flipped when you've only known that the coast is always to the east. Everyone has this innate, internal compass that always tells us which way is North, right??
So I finally find my way to the 5 and get on - going the wrong way, of course (I had thought that Anaheim was north of LA because we turned left out of LAX), but I don't know ANY of the names on the signs....I'm just hoping that, eventually, I'll see that magic place: "Anaheim". By the time I figured out that I was lost again (and sat in traffic for a while, too) I was down (up?) around Pico something and got on the 710(?) but probably was supposed to get on the second exit - Oh, well.... Besides.....the 5, the 710, didn't much matter - everything was just creeping along, but by now (and in the pre-historic age of paper maps, of which I had none at the time) I figured I was pretty lost.
Picture this: Middle-aged guy in sports clothes with my company's logo on them in a White Dodge Caravan (I needed the rental van to haul around those two transaxles) that screams "I don't belong here!", trying to find his way the heck Outa here.... Just imagine the looks one gets from the people on sidewalks or crosswalks when nobody looks like you.......
By now, it's pushing 8pm and that's when I figured I would just get something to eat (see story above). The folks I met in the restaurant got me a map and detailed instructions to get back to Anaheim and the hotel from where Los Super Seven were playing. I was actually surprised at the heavy amount of traffic on the 5 at 3 - 4 am..... Don't you guys sleep out there? WhatsamottaU?
So I get to the hotel (we stayed across the street from Disneyland) around 4 am and it seemed like as soon as my head hit the pillow the friggin' alarm went off to get up and head to breakfast. I was supposed to give a presentation that afternoon so I disappeared from the booth mid-morning to go take a nap.
The day after that, I went back to Fullerton for my new transaxle, but THIS time I had my trusty map and found Rancho in, like, 45 minutes, tops, but I cheated and brought one of the local field service guys with me. Who knew it was, like, the next town over?? I thought it was halfway to San Francisco!! Even made it back to the Trade show where I just happened to have a spot in one of the equipment transport crates that perfectly fit a VW transaxle if you stood it on the bell housing (It fits perfectly in the spot for a DEC Alpha pedestal server - Who knew???) ![disapp](https://www.speedsterowners.com/static/images/graemlins/icon_disappointed.gif)