I am always amazed that every single time I drive on Bedford in between little Santa Monica Blvd. and Brighton Way that traffic rules seem to vanish into thin air as if all driving etiquette flies out those Hummer windows as quickly as they suck up gas!  Actually, that’s putting it mildly.  Insanity rules!  Why did they even bother to paint white stripes designating any lanes at all?

If these crazy drivers are not trying to score the ever elusive parking space then chances are they’re making their own–usually right in the middle of the road!  They swerve through all lanes as if everyone of them had a 3 martini lunch!  And God forbid if they see someone leaving a plastic surgeon’s office, which that section happens to house a very large concentration of them!  That equals unparalleled mayhem! 

I’ve often thought, “Is it a full moon?”  Or is this Beverly Hills’ version of South Africa’s baboon invasion?  Surely, this is just a coincidence, right?  Can’t they see the pedestrian crossing in the wheelchair with the fresh nose job and the yellow straw hat?  What are they doing?  Are they really gonna make a right-hand turn  from the far left lane?  Oh no, and oh yes they just did!

Unless there is some alien being maneuvering traffic from his space ship control panel, I have absolutely not one clue as to why this crazy phenomenon happens.  Maybe those crazy little drivers are dazzled by shiny things in the shop windows.  Maybe they want to get the scoop on just who had what done and by which plastic surgeon.  Maybe they’re hopped up on so many meds they don’t care about the general populous.  I don’t know.  All I know is strap yourself in folks, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!