In Search Of Los Angeles

In Search of Los AngelesIt was 6:30 of a bland, midweek morning and, like millions of other people in Los Angeles at that hour, I was indulging a fantasy. For years back East, it had seemed to me that the quintessential Southern California experience would be sitting behind the wheel of a powerful American car, tooling out to Malibu on a morning that smelled like a fresh sliced cucumber. And now here I was--in a rented '71 Galaxie, on my way to the beach, the sun just gilding the shaggy fronds o...