I grew a strong fascination for freeways around the age of 18. I had been driving since I was 12 years old (yes, 12 years old). But didn’t find myself fleeing the lonesome desert of the Inland Empire until I was an adult. I used to love freeways. Their size left me in awe like riding along petrified dinosaurs. Giants sleeping among us. They offered me the clear path to my escape from the IE to LA. Me and friends would get together n carpool to get the fuck out the desert and run away even if only for a moment . The car pregaming and build up journey to get to our destination was part of the adventure.