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LA Adventures
In the city of Los Angeles, with it's endless Hollywood stereotypes, for the past five years there has been an American tradition centralized in downtown. The red bull soap box race is truly a spectacular event that can be enjoyed by people of all ages and this was the first year I was in attendance. The amount of people who migrate to downtown for this race is amazing. The streets are packed with people shuffling through the crowds trying to find the perfect spot for the ideal view of the track and the participants. Though there are many large screens for viewing, it's not the same as witnessing the race with your own two eyes. Forty teams out of hundreds of entries are chosen each year to participate in the RBSBR. The contestants themselves encompass a wide range of individuals from engineer students, professional studio special effects men, to retired to professional mechanics. Their cars are inspired by everything from sports teams, to movies, and even pop culture icons. Each team is awarded a few minutes before their run to make a presentation or a skit and each run is rated by five celebrity judges. There are three tittles available in the race plus a bonus title of audience favorite. The whole event is a truly ostentatious, spectacular, and an over all good time for all. I would recommend it to any local or tourist for an exceptional experience. Remembering Spirographs :)
One thing that truly brought my younger self lots of joy was making spirograph art. The colors, the swirls, the endless possibilities all entertained me for what seems like hours. Even though I had a tendency to press the pen to the paper with more force then the other children, where in ripping my creations, when I created a particularly incredible work of art my pride was overflowing. I do not know what ever happened to my spirograph kit or the amazing art work that used to cover our family's refrigerator, however what I do know is that I will always have a soft spot in my heart for one of my favorite childhood pastimes.
Moving Violation
A familiar diagnosis given to an inpatient driver is road rage, I have it, along with all the other angelinos who have sat in bumper to bumper traffic. However, I think my road rage has increased so much to the point where it can safely be referred to as movement rage. Any time I am moving, no matter what mode of transportation, I can not seem to get to where I am going at my desired speed. Walking down stairs, sprinting across a busy street, or hiking at a park, there always seems to be someone in front of me going as slow as humanly possible. No matter where I go or what I do I can not escape these snail like people. What could improve this situation I wonder, perhaps a large horn or whistle to alert people of my current travel intentions. If I yell perhaps people would excuse it for torrents syndrome. Maybe I should wear a sign around my neck that says "Get outta my way when I'm on the move". All I know for sure is cursing to myself always seems to be my go to solution.
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