I’m finally on the road again…and had to get from my office to LAX earlier this morning.
That’s typically a one hour drive in morning rush hour. Small problem: I cut things too close and found myself 40 minutes from boarding and still in the office.
This morning’s guardian angel was an older Armenian man named Armen (name changed to protect him), also known as “speed racer”.
This morning, the journey took me 36 minutes. Despite the traffic. In fact, despite a fairly bad accident on I-110.
Because Armen took some liberties. He was skilled at weaving through traffic. Jedi-skilled.
I loved how he did it too. As I entered the car, he told me the navigation showed it would 58 minutes to reach LAX.
“I can cut that time down, but do you trust me?”
My last Uber ride in LA featured a driver who sped through a red light without even slowing down and “sshed” me when I protested.
But today I was late.
“Go for it,” I said.
“Ok, no problem. Hang on.”
And with that, he gunned it…and we never really slowed down.
As icing on the cake, he introduced me to a killer shortcut at LAX that saved an additional 15 minutes of stop-and-go traffic. Next time I drive to the airport myself I will photograph it and write a separate post.
Yes, I tipped him very well.
Thanks Armen. I would not have made my flight without you!