COMMENTARY | Los Angeles will be experiencing an especially interesting 51 hours beginning at 5 a.m. until 10 p.m. Friday and every day following until Monday. A 10-mile stretch of one of the busiest freeways in the country will be shutting down for a face lift. The 405 “Carmaggedon” is gaining excessive hype with L.A. locals, and is said to prevent most tourists from getting in any beach time, according to the Huffington Post.
Those who brave the already damned L.A. traffic can look forward to seemingly eternal delays all throughout the weekend. It’s never acceptable to spend hours in a car to only have moved just a few miles, let alone just a few feet. The endless delays are sure to have travelers in a frenzy of rage and restlessness. How will you cope? This is your quick go-to guide for how to prepare for a Carmaggedon in your city.
Always expect extreme weather
This includes excessive heat, hail storms, blizzards or sub-zero temperatures, to name a few. When taking the weather into consideration, you definitely don’t want to run out of gas. Be sure to have a full tank: No one likes waiting in traffic for hours, especially if you’re pushing the car on the way to your destination.
Bring plenty of water and snacks
After all, you’re going to be sitting in a metal box for the rest of the weekend just trying to get to the store (yeah, the liquor store). You don’t want to crave an ice cold water or the taste of a Snickers bar while the kids in the next lane are making faces at you in the back of their parent’s mini van. Think they won’t bother you? Trust me, you’ll be eager to scream at anything.
Leave the annoying passenger at home
High-traffic situations are not ideal for the following passengers: your mother-in-law, your ex-husband’s new girlfriend, your rebellious teenager, the friend who does not stop talking about her weight issues or (and most especially) Nancy Grace. You and any combination of the aforementioned passengers will not survive the trip. Someone will end up walking down the freeway in a fit of sheer indignation while the other cools his heels behind the wheel.
Those are just three recommendations for curbing the anxiety of sitting in traffic hell. If a hand-basket suddenly materializes in your front seat, you’ll know exactly where you are. If you can handle these steps, then the rest is up to your common sense and a patience the DMV has never laid eyes on. When you’re almost out of hair to rip from your head, stop and breathe. Already bald? Can’t help you there, buddy.